Relief from Belief

There are some who still believe
That the earth is flat
Can we push them off the edge then
And see if they go splat?

There are some who still believe
That vaccines are a curse
Can we pit them against some viruses
And see who fares worse?

There are some who still believe
That the greenhouse effect is a sham
Can we put them in igloos on glaciers
And see when they start building a dam

And then there are those who force belief
Down every throat they find
Can we invite them to a logical discussion
And see if we matter when they mind?

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When people cannot argue logically
They inevitably resort to violence
That is how curious and discerning voices
Are pummeled into submission and silence

What is this obsession with belief
When there are irrefutable facts
Faith wrapped in ego wrapped in silliness
Hordes of lazy souls it attracts

Empathy takes a backseat to ego
And the overwhelming need to control
Combine unsubstantiated belief with power
And domination is the only goal

What we need is relief from belief
Allow minds to question and explore
Initiate debates devoid of ego
Create space for logic and reason galore

There's a Place...

There's a place we all recede to
In the recesses of our mind
When the world seems oppressive
And even close ones seem unkind

It's a place of safety, a place of peace
It's where things make perfect sense
It's where we talk to ourselves
And analyze sensory inputs intense

It's also a place of doubt and trepidation
Where we face our mental hardwiring
Contemplate our knee-jerk reactions
Chance upon our subconscious conspiring

It's a place of contradictions, of ambiguity
Where benevolent and malevolent schemes are hatched
It's where we rationalize to ourselves
When the surface of logic is barely scratched

It's a place of wonder too, and a place of joy
Where past, present, and future are one
It's where we sit back and look at life
A movie reel unfurled, sped up, and spun

We all need this place within us, since
Out there is ignorance, cruelty, and strife
We recharge, brace ourselves, and emerge
To re-immerse ourselves in the mad race of life

Eloquence

A writer's quest to find eloquence in writing and life, expressed through an amalgamation of poetry, art, and music ('Melting Art') with Neha Pallod Limaye and Darshana Menon 

Paintings by Neha Pallod Limaye

Eloquence (Song) with Darshana Menon: 

Difference make a Difference?

Gender, ethnicity, religion, preferences
We are identified by generalized references
It's hard to imagine we are one species
When we are constantly judged by differences

Allegiances we love to manufacture
Based on unshakeable beliefs that enrapture
Lines we draw, boundaries we force
Questioners we brand heretics, subject to capture

We carve grooves, we create slots
We starve love, hate calls the shots
We nurture factions, loath to connect dots
We obliterate facts with giant inky blots

We adore privileges, enjoy repression
When it comes to equality, we call it oppression
Divided we stand, fragmented we band
We fight for liberty as masters of indiscretion

We are classified, categorized, labeled at birth
Taught bias, prejudice, and condescending mirth
Of our ego there is no dearth, it adds daily to our girth
Denizens of this earth, what is truly our worth?

Iron Fist

You exult, amidst tumult
Anticipating a gory result
Your random utterings are law
Your captive audience a cult

You connive, cheerfully thrive
In the chaos you craft and drive
Your ego dominates reason
And dampens the will to strive

You pillage, you encage
You force people to wear beige
Sniveling brat or stunted adult
Your disposition hard to gauge

You are idolized, canonized
Your follies are minimized
You fret, fume, manufacture gloom
Your opposers are lobotomized

Championing minions, decreeing opinion
Freedom of speech you pinion
You suffer fools quite gladly
Who bloodily sustain your dominion

You resist, you persist
You rule with an iron fist
Keep applying undue pressure
Expect carpal tunnel in your wrist

You are wrong, you don’t belong
You can decry facts for only so long
You demand respect but command none
One day you will be ambushed by a throng

You are droll, you self-extoll
Your glib tongue ensnares all
But logic demands a change of season
The oppressed will Spring, and you will Fall!