I don’t want to sound selfish
as I believe I am not,
well, that’s everyone’s faith
yet I can’t help rolling back to myself only
and not to this burning world.
It has been, is and will be
like this, always smeared with blood;
who could forget the scourging,
thorns, nails, lance
and those five wounds
for a single Man?
Bloodshed is Eternal.
So is Love.
I am not given the responsibility
of this spinning planet
to make it whirl in my way.
Rather unlike previously
I have learnt
to bridle my tongue.
Now it discriminates
words and foods;
my feet, so used to strides
try to grasp smaller steps, now;
I try to let the Beauty and the Beast be.
For Bloodshed is Eternal.
So is Love.
I feel the change in me;
I have no want;
only when my eyes behold
the war torn Syrian children
holding a poster of Pikachu,
asking the Pokémon Go crazy world
to find them and rescue,
my heart bleeds;
words birth
I breathe silent prayers
to fill the air.
Bloodshed is Eternal.
So is Love.
Courtesy: Google Image
sumanar/lekha 
my heart bleeds;
words birth
I breathe silent prayers
to fill the air.
Sigh.. this is so very touching Sumana.. brought tears to my eyes.
I think in this world we need to be reminded… We need to see and hear… But bloodshed might my doubt, and what we build for generations to come…
There is a maturing in your verse…a learning within your own religeon, own spirituality…an owning of it…and perhaps of our world a bit…i was so humbled when i was in nepal, being around people that had so little but were willing to give it…
So full of sadness – and how else could it be?
I breathe silent prayers too for everyone. A very touching and moving write Sumana.
Thanks for joining us.
That Pokémon Go reference is powerful. Why look for video game monsters when there are children who need or love and compassion?
I love this:
“It has been, is and will be
like this, always smeared with blood;
who could forget the scourging”
“I have learnt
to bridle my tongue.
Now it discriminates”
I was there once. I hope I can get back.
Holy wow. This is a powerful image:
“only when my eyes behold
the war torn Syrian children
holding a poster of Pikachu,
asking the Pokémon Go crazy world
to find them and rescue”
sMiLes.. my friEnd..
a loss of hunger
for Love..
A stomach
thaT is alWays
filLed with food…
funny/sad.. bitter/
sweet how
thatT
works
but reaLiTy
proves it
again and
again over
and over again..
A child’s eYes hungry for Love
in one country and a child’s eyes
hungry for a character in a
screen in
another
country..
i suppose
the lonely child
is gifted
with
the
gift
of cross..
funny how the
dArk makes the
liGht so lovely
as sad
eYes
wanton
for Love or perhaps
a real man on a cross
in eYes of child reaL noW..
Funny.. how so many people cannot
see the cross in those eYes wanton for Love..
No.. i lied..
it’s
sad..
tHeRe’s
no other
word for it
but TruTh..
In liGht oF liEs..
Lord of the flies.. as
such.. instead of Cross
oF
Fearless
Love that
kNows no Border..:)
“Bloodshed is Eternal.
So is Love.” That is an amazing and true saying you’ve coined. And the picture and explanation is powerful and heartwrenching
Very powerful write. The eternals of life; bloodshed and love.
The emotional & spiritual marriage of bloodshed & love; what a reality–this is a sad, yet hopeful piece, that manages to comment on the state of the world, but offers some solution; nicely done.
Far too much bloodshed in this place.
That picture breaks my heart…timely and much needed words in this eternally bloody world.
Wow. Powerful; beautifully expressed
But there’s so much profit to be made out of adversity. Contentment is not a big consumer we can tolerate the world falling apart so long as it doesn’t affect our town. Beautifully written Sumana.
I breathe silent prayers
to fill the air.
One gets to feel pushed to the wall with lots of adverse matters yet it is still small compared to the bloodshed that erupt occasionally. One can only pray and hope!
Hank
Oh Sumana, this breaks my heart – the child with his picture, seeking rescue. This burning world is burning indeed. One strives for inner calm, as best one can. No end to the bloodshed….thankfully, no end to Love. Thank you for this remarkable poem.
This is supremely beautiful! Eloquent, sad, and hopeful all at once. Those repeated lines on love and bloodshed really keep the poem ordered and whole. Wonderful job.
There is too much heartache in the world right now.. too much blood being shed… to many lives and livelihoods destroyed. Yet Pokemon seem to be getting all the attention.
Yours is a voice of our times.
This is filled with creative compassion.
A beautiful wise write. I do so hope one day we learn though, do so hope you are wrong about bloodshed, but I fear you are not.
Kind regards
Anna :o]
Oh Sumana I read and reread this through tears….such powerful truth as all we can do is silently pray for the world and show love….for it is the only thing I know to do when I see the bloodshed. It was what that one Man did when they hung him on a cross….love!
‘my feet, so used to strides
try to grasp smaller steps, now’
Outstanding and oh so true… the bloodshed, the hatred will always be here… so is love. Sometimes it may seem like the bad overshadows the good tho
Such a moving write this morning Sumana–my heart bleeds too
Such a very sad poem, even sadder with so much wrong in this world the biggest concern for some is Pokémon.
“Bloodshed is Eternal.
So is Love.”
You got me in the heart. That sign put me over the top.
After reading this, I can only hope that each of us will sit still for a moment, while allowing our own breath of prayers to join your own,
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2016/07/24/yet-another-yes-vote/
This is the most beautiful, well-thought out post I have read on this prompt, so far. You have captured the essence of faith and love. Such a sad story(stories) thoughout history.
Wow. Completely breathtaking, Sumana.
being a world changer is for prophets and hence your lines are clearly seen:
“my feet, so used to strides
try to grasp smaller steps, now”
the horrors of the world are transmitted into our own small world and we do not know what to do or say – as with your poem we just speak out
Free expression is important, finding our small world inside the big one can be the shifting, the change we all so eager to see!
Such a sad write…somethings are eternal, and somethings are not.