We, the Blinded Gods!

We built our cities upon the bones

Of silent fields and crumbled thrones,

And claimed the right to rise and reign

Above the roots, beyond the pain.

We stoked our fires with ancient trees,

Choked songs of birds, and stilled the breeze.

We mined the Earth for fleeting gain,

And left her scarred with smoke and stain.

We drew red borders through the land,

With ink made thick by human hand.

We crowned the greedy, armed the proud,

And praised the war, then cheered the shroud.

We made the gentle live in fear,

Turned silent pain to loudest cheer.

The calf’s last cry, the tiger’s plea—

Now haunt our dreams, eternally.

The lion’s roar now fades like breath,

A shadowed song on edge of death.

We took the oceans, made them black,

And never once thought to give back.

The mother weeps, the soldier breaks,

The whale sings low through oil-slicked wakes.

The sky, once blue, now bruised and dim,

The songbird’s hymn—a requiem.

We built machines, forgot the soul,

Made glass from sand, and hearts from coal.

We paved our way with shattered truth,

And lost the poetry of youth.

Yet now—

Can you not feel the Earth’s last breath?

A whisper curling into death.

Can you not hear beneath your feet

The throb of time, a faltering beat?

Do not mistake this world as yours—

You are a guest, behind her doors.

She gives you bread, sun, and rain,

But not to tear with such disdain.

Rise, then—

From silence, from the ash and flame.

Let not your heartbeat sound the same.

Let sorrow shape a better song,

Let all that broke become what’s strong.

Tend every tree as if it’s kin,

Mourn every life you see within.

Be not a ruler, not a god—

But one who walks a humbler sod.

Live not for fame, nor pride, nor cost—

But for the lives we’ve nearly lost.

And when the end looks back at you,

Let it see love in all you do.

The hour is grave, the shadows long—

But still, the earth hums one last song.

Beneath the rot, a heartbeat dares—

And waits for us—if someone cares.

Awake, awake! The silence screams—

We've sleepwalked through our borrowed dreams.

The Earth beneath us breaks and cries—

Will we just watch, or will we rise?

Sreejith Kulaparambil 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Tapestry of Time

I walk along the lanes of past,

Through fleeting joys and shadows cast.

Soft echoes whisper, bright and dim,

As memories dance on time’s vast rim.

From childhood days so wild and free,

To bonds that shaped the soul in me.

Through laughter’s glow and sorrow’s shade,

In love and loss, our hearts are made.

The years go by, the seasons change,

Yet dreams and trials rearrange.

Each fleeting step, a lesson true,

A path we walk, both old and new.

In youth, we chase the stars so high,

In age, we watch the moments fly.

Yet through it all, both thick and thin,

The light of hope still burns within.

And when the night begins to call,

We stand with grace, unshaken, tall.

With love as guide and faith so bright,

We weave our tale in golden light.

Through every thread, both dark and fine,

We live, we learn, we intertwine.

For life’s a weave of joy and strife,

A tapestry of love and life.

Sreejith Kulaparambil