Living in an Oxymoron World

I always look at people
And wonder what makes them do
What they do every day
Again and again.

I look at couples
Holding hands
Or walking few steps apart barely talking
And wonder how did they find each other
And how is their life together
Are they really soul mates?
How many times they make love
And how many times they fight
Making up by having children

I read about the gangsters
Who shot innocent bystander at random
Or the general who ordered to drop a nuclear bomb
To make a point
And worry about his mom and dad
And sweet heart and kids
How do they feel about the life?

Every day, I see people come to work
Convinced to be somewhere
By end of the day
Or by the end of their carrier
They work from 6 in the morning
To 10 in the night or more
24, 7
I wonder about their wives
Husbands or girl or boy friends
What happens to their love?
What makes their life livable?
Is it all but a momentum?.

I look at the sky and see
Universes after universes
Creation unlimited
Unfinished
Unrealized
And look at me back
And smile at the transient manifestation of molecules.
And feel sorry and adoration for others and myself.

 

Does my world buzzing with
The space probes, PAM pilots, Skype
And coded messages
Make any sense to kids and moms
Tending cows in the out skirts of a village
Bare foot, hungry and with a sunken belly.

When I hear some one dropping a million dollar bomb
To test the best ways to kill other human beings
I think about the poor children,
Who have nothing to eat but scraps
Collected from city dumps.

Are you sure?
We are all human beings
Creature of the same life force
Do you see us all being human
All being the children of some god
God made to human order
To lead us all to heaven on earth
Or to safeguard our prejudice
to feed our homophobia
and paranoia
We all segregated by fear and hate
Hibernating in our own cocoon
Called civilization.

((*.*))

Babru