Horrors of divergence 

The adamant roots sprout from the trees;
Woven together like threads ,
Creating their own mesh.
Growing deeper and deeper ,
Like a thirsty conqueror,
On a conquest to seize the world .
Mating like lustful lovers ,
Who’ve been apart for too long .
Embracing and whispering sweet songs
into each others ears.
Interlocked in a manner ,
Impossible to be untangled.
An architect of the tree ,
They hold it firmly together.
Such is the strength of bonds formed by water ,
The roots prefer to die embracing ,
Than forsaking each other .

Why do then,
bonds formed by blood ,
Succumb to the slightest wind ,
Breaking like pieces of glass ?
Man killing another man with neither guilt nor shame ,
Aren’t we sprouts of the same bud ?
Our hearts have gone numb ,
It doesn’t rend at the sight of gore and wreckage.
We march towards havoc ,
Blinded by our prejudice and ego .
We’re on the verge of destroying the tree: once sturdy and tenacious,
Which now awaits its doom.
Our bonds so fickle ,
It gradually rusts,
while hanging on the barn.
Devoted like the roots ,
I hope we would eventually return to our roots.

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19 thoughts on “Horrors of divergence ”

  1. There is shame. There is guilt. Only it is not heavy in our conscience, for it is intoxicated with the lust for pride and power. When power is non existent, peace shall prevail. Brilliantly written Shreya, and you couldn’t have picked a better analogy.

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  2. You have the same … you think just like … we both feel …. oh my god … you/me love them … as much as me … i worship their brain, the neurons that connect them to each other, their leaves and limbs and their roots too … for broad swaths of the earth communicating absorbing information … the messages from the sun from space …through the wind their brother … they know all the secrets … they listen to the earth mother through their roots when they study the origins of life … … I worship the trees above all … I stand in awe of them … they made us … they are the source of us … they are the source of life … ks

    so sweet and beautiful what you wrote. It touched me … it was tight and to the point and honest and loving and beautiful … and I thank you for the highest compliment … and to your beautiful tribute I will say … beautiful …

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  3. Can I just say, wow! What a strong piece….absolutely stunning. Its so visual and powerful. I love this. “Man killing another man with neither guilt nor shame, Aren’t we sprouts of the same bud?” We are all connected and murdering someone is like murdering family… people are so desensitized to that reality. Your are a powerful writer…Love it

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      1. I’m not really a writer honestly. Suddenly there’s a thought that strikes me and it ends up messing with my brain. It is through poetry that I try to channelise my thoughts conveniently and feel back at ease.
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