wondering

sometimes i wonder:

where there is smoke there must be...
where there is hatred there must be...

at the end of the day:
and how about another cliche?
when all is said and done
and...and...

it's only a matter of time
when we turn to dust or ashes
pick up some dust for me, some ashes, anyone
and pray tell me its caste, religion, nationality

meanwhile...

we will continue to throw darts
of suspicion, misgivings and hatred
am sure it is written in some book
oh words have such longevity

meanwhile...

those who seek love, understanding, pyar
would be shunted, ignored and called names
............................................and
condemned to the fringes
this also is life and
clichés reign supreme
like un-ordained prophets
dancing in desert's infrequent rain-storms

meanwhile...

i will go for green tea
wait!...it is called green tea...not because...!