I saw the stars tonight, They talked to me. The stars asked me to keep looking at them, And they fascinated me every second of the night.
Then I turned to the sky, Asked her how she did this, changing her colours From yellows of the dawn to blues of the noon to pinks of the evening and the blacks of the night. She said she was just being herself.
I couldn't see a single meteor, for whom I was waiting. But the stars made me feel like all of my dreams can come true. I wonder if the the shooting stars I missed last night Are falling for us.
Telling us that even the most beautiful things can fall But there's someone wishing upon us.
scroll. swipe. like. share. another life lost. another minor raped. another wife burnt alive. another brother poisoned.
the reports flash in my feed like the noise of music drowning out the silence of loneliness. my heart doesn't twitch doesn't flinch like it did when my favourite pet hurt in the last movie I watched.
this indifference feels wrong. like I'm not a human anymore to even spare a tear for another human. my heart aches when it doesn't ache for a world that now turns hopeless day by day. another monster unleashed. another beast berserk.
I watch the world burning. scroll. swipe. like. share I raise my voice. 'the monsters need to be hanged.' I write my caption as if my statement would even shake the walls of court. as if the blind justice is not deaf to the voices of millions. nothing changes.
scroll. swipe. like. share. another story narrated. another life taken. I wonder if the emojis on my keyboard would ever express the emotions on my face and if I'm really crying a river over the distorted body of the child. everything is still the same and so is my heart.
justice isn't served. I don't see myself crying while I should be. I don't see myself angry like I should be. I don't see myself gloomy when I should be.
why is hurting another human so normalised that we have to celebrate when we show kindness to one?
why doesn't the world cry when that human isn't the one who is close to us?
how does the world sleep knowing that nothing would change tomorrow?
why do we celebrate humanity and dismiss crimes because "they happen everyday"?
why am I still not hurting over this apathetic world?
am I indifferent like them too?
the questions linger on my mind while I scroll. swipe. like. share. before going to sleep tonight knowing very well that everything will remain the same tomorrow.