{
A bruised banana
in my kitchen,
Invites many an ant,
Up the wall, by the crack,
Reaching up to the soft crevice.
}
{
Bruises too come in many forms;
A Bruised soldier is ashamed,
To reveal his wound;
He shall rather die,
Than reveal the wound to His master.
Such is the pride,
Of this loyal soldier.
}
{
A bruised soul
Is hard to heal.
Time alone might bring some solace,
For no concoctions of our Grandmother
Or the melting words,
From our loved ones,
Can extirpate the bruises.
}
{
A bruised part in our body
Invokes a series of reactions,
Vitamin K and white blood cells
Enter the war zone to thwart
Any intruder from maiming the master.
}
{
At times, a clever miniscule,
Outwits the system,
And seeks refuge in some part,
Feeding on blood and fluid
And other such paraphernalia.
}
{
On one such day,
When the sun was shining
And the clouds were hanging,
Like chandeliers in Blenheim palace,
A fellow named H.I.V,
Showed his appearance.
Prejudiced as ever he was,
He targeted meek and brave equally.
}
{
Bodies were falling
And spirit was ebbing
But this fellow’s hunger
Seemed never satiable
Many a soul
Have shed their lives
Under the gallows of this
R u t h l e s s fellow.
}
{
Science is galloping,
At an unimaginable pace,
And this fellow too outwits
Science with equal gait;
Families and friends pray
That this fellow leaves forever,
For the medicines,
and the cost incurred,
adds fuel to their miseries
but not
Heal their deep bruises.
}
{
Time and again we hear
Bruises of other kinds,
Many a tear have been shed,
By many a soul in various places.
}
{
I shall always wonder with
Equal curiosity,
Of this thing called bruise.
How does a bruised thought
Look, feel, taste, smell?
Do humanity share common bruises ?
Can we come together and heal Together
Like the Vitamin K and White Blood Cells
and put an end to Bruises
of all kinds forever?
}
Perpetual Motion of Thought 