Confronted!

Can I be trusted?

I am confronted with myself,

Deep down at the center of 

The emotional emptiness 

I can't feel

Or love

I can't see

Or appreciate

What is, done to me or for me

I am committed to none but myself

Only to be rescued

Before I silence

The remaining parts of me

Who love and care about nothing

Laughing in a corner 

I see myself crying in the other

Laughing at both of them on the third

I try to be indifferent in the fourth corner

Only to observe them all from the above

I see myself transforming from one to another 

Without any guilt or pleasure

I confront myself for reality

Only to be told

Who am I now?

Still the same!

All of us, say to all of them 

And still

Not to be trusted

Blind Faith

Last night was full of pain,

People insearch of hope,

Unaware of how and what they want,

With their gods on their back,

Confronted with the hopeless,

Nothing was achieved,

A few lost hope, a few lost sight,

Some still had their gods on their side,

While all wait for Abraham to rise,

Until then the gods continue to be praised and worshiped,

With a blind faith,

For a reason unknown to them.