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Love will always be powerful


Raging with fury, yearning to spit out the flux,
Words can’t suffice the expression of dismay,
After all the struggle, tired and famished,
Disgusted by perfect order and rules,
A touch of love dissolves the soul at war,
Unacceptable that love has the power to calm,
She shuns the lithe touch,
Back again love touches with braving innocence.
She sleeps, a calm resonance of unsettled desires picture in her eyes,
And trickle down in tears that adorn her pale cheeks.


White Vs Red

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Winter night was young

In the concert hall I was among

Everyone seated in a row so calm

Awaiting moments were so charm

Slowly the heavenly music surge in

Transporting the mood in full swing

All the poems escaped from my clutch

Hugging all musical notes of bunch


Suddenly bullets started flying

With aggression of war planes prying

It torn fleshes with ghastly vengeance

Making bloody fountain of arrogance

Some lucky breathed the last instantly

While some held as hostages constantly

The unlucky ones lay badly wounded

Facing death in the hour of terror bounded


I was one of the few unhurt physically

In world’s eye I am one of obvious lucky.

True!  I escaped the targeted horrid attack

Yet none of the bullets missed the aim or tact.

They pierced aptly many hearts and souls of

And the so called lucky ones like me thereof

Though wounds are invisible and lacks blood stain

But bleeding profusely gifting an eternal pain


I wonder where we are heading..

Whether we are led or misleading?

Does ‘Red’ of blood so tempting

Or ‘White’, the colour of peace so disgusting?


Seamless evolution from human to beast

Massacre of innocence, the revolution of feast.

Masked human’s hobby in ghostly attire

Outburst of carnage but not a satire.


Each moment we live with fear is not life but death

For psychotic to adorn with bullet wreath.

How long peacemaking slogans survive?

And whom we are waiting for us to drive?


Until we dare to re-wire the system with wisdom

Harmony can’t be reign in life’s kingdom..

Until we remain coward and show tolerance

We will witness more tragedies with intolerance.


© Maaya Dev 2016 Jan






The Last Poem of a Parisian Poet

Hello World,

It is the last good bye of a Parisian poet

Composing last poem from Bataclan theatre

The call of terror on a chilly night

You know what?

First time I got fresh ink to pen – Blood

Unique paper to write – Wounded Flesh

I heard a new cadence  – Shrieking of innocent beings

Bullets tattooed my body and soul wounded.

I am deluged in melancholy and anger.

Is 13th friday truly jinxed or fabricate cursed nights?

I doubt, but yes I will ask the Almighty once I leave.

But before I breathe my last

I want to drink the wine of blood

With those suicide bombers

To taste if it is sweeter than peace

Come on suicide bombers!

Celebrate ‘Paris Attack’!

Dance upon the dead bodies!

Score of death toll is so high. Hats off!

Isn’t it a matter of celebration?

Come on, say ‘Cheers’ and drink fresh Blood Wine

May be the blood thirst of you will get quenched.

But Oh Akka of terrorism!

I will dare to say even in my last breathe

You never won and you never will

Oh dreamers of heaven, pity on you

because even in the HELL you won’t get to enter.

And let me remind you

Our unconquered spirit won’t quiver

By your loud bombing and nasty shooting

In all these massacres, it hadn’t ever once!

And by the way why the hell you don’t get to understand

There are words like Peace, Harmony and Love in this world

Add it in your dictionary of Hate, Revenge and Terror and make it holy

And check if that helps get you more justice and hold you near Lord

Than this back stabbing cowardice practice of terrorism..

Come on open your eyes and understand the truth at least now,

When your ‘Martyrdom’ never glorified by any as you were supposed

Oh Paris! Glamorous Paris!

Now let me bid adieu forever

With a smile on my face, I promise

I will drag this issue to the court of Almighty

And help you get justice soon.

Dear Parisians, I know you will regain lost strength

As yours courage is taller than Eiffel Tower.

We know nothing is going to change

If we indulge in war, terror and hatred

The revenge game will keep detonate us

And innocent will keep dying everywhere.

We may keep writing and embrace a silent death.

So let’s forgive and help the insane understand

The divine power of Peace, Love and the value of Life

Only that way the mentally can be treated

And regress the disastrous mess forever.

Oh Akka of terrorism, I bet

You will sleep well, live real.

Help yourself, change for a day

Check if it doesn’t prove true, else

You are most welcome to pursue

The fake glory of terrorism and blood shedding

And I condemn, I condemn, I condemn..

Good-bye Paris! My time is up.

Love and Bless..

© Maaya Dev 20th Nov 2015

For Universal Peace, Let Us All Stand


—Sunil Sharma


Let us then all stand for peace fragile, yet strong

And give it another chance!

Says an e-mail from the city of Ramallah,

Yes, we must—

Writes another youth from Tel Aviv.


Let there be no Auschwitzs in future

Or, barbed wires across God-created lands,

A youth writes from Sarajevo,

Hatred leads nowhere.


What train blasts have achieved?

Asks a kid from terror-ravaged Mumbai.


Except the ugly face of distorted hate,

Says Hamid from pock-marked bare Kabul,

It comes back to kill

Like a demented man in Karachi.


The ethnic hatreds

Will never achieve—

The goals of the deadly merchants of death.

There will be always—

War-mongers and warlords,


Ordinary peace-loving folks,

Arranged against the other

In unjust societies.

We will not let them ride—

These few war-dogs,

We will prevail,

Simply because—

We are the millions of people

Craving peace and security

In an already-battered world

Suffering from climate change

Mass hunger



Immense greed.


Can kill the body

But not the spirit

Of pure Peace.


Let us unite, then

And make it

The latest credo

For the new century

Of hope and belief

And trash the forces

Of skepticism,


And disbelief

Via this simple anthem

Of love and faith.



Plight of Mother India

More than half a century has passed.
She silently witnesses chaos amidst life.

Humanity axed, love scarce
Exploitation in, corruption rules
Insanity paves ways for violence
Peace – a luxurious demand
Terrorism the new-found mantra
fake principles of the ruthless.
Youngsters with lost insight
playing with weapons and fire.
Bloodshed gifting an adrenaline rush!

She dies a million deaths daily
Her heart bleeds, pain echoes,
She searches for yet
another Patel, Azad, Bhagat
instilled with sensitivity
who shall fight for justice
with non-violence and unity
to protect her pride and honour.
Her compassionate heart,
earnestly desire for ‘A Womb’,
that makes her feel proud!
Let ‘Utopianism’ be our gift for her

© Maaya Dev



Stranded mind is dangerous,

Than stranded body,

A curse for the humanity,

Living continuously in the mist,

Stupendous attempts,

Are required to free the soul,

From lusty deeds and gutsy demons,

From solemn nights,

From dreadful dreams,

To paint the altruistic waves,

To color the emphatic heaven,

That sweeps the heart,

That instills hope in hope,

Then this world will shine,

With creativity of the mind,

Of those who are independent,

Of those who are affluent,

With humanity and peace.


Door to our Daily Bread open now...

Door to our daily bread, open now!
Door to freedom and to peace
Door to the heart, turn the key
Toward united human dignity

Door to a better world for all
In front of our house of gold
Door invite us bravely through
And end forever the ways of old!

Door connecting worlds to share
Infinite energy, is ours, is free!
Door to water pure and sweet
Open wide! Let´s Divinely Be!

Let us walk together through
And sit in our house of gold
Welcome home! Close the door!
We are Divine, Truth now unfold!

My Flight Is Endless

My flight is endless,
I see of his Holy spirit,
I am not down on earth, but above it all, with wings at flight,
My flight is endless to the spirit,
gliding to the right then the left,
soaring with winds from the east,
and growing tall with the trees;

My flight is endless,
The mission is not done until then,
My wings are earned not that of obedience,
nor sincerity only because I love him,
My flight is endless,
until Jesus says, come on home,
I want to be at flight through your Holy spirit
I am asking of you Lord to guide me;

I want so much to understand,
what it is that I need to know,
I want clarity of my heart Lord,
because of you Lord;

I’ve made it thus far,
but knowing your’re ten steps ahead of it all,
I know my flight is endless,
It’s not even half full,
otherwise I don’t know what to do I’m lost,
I want you to give me flight endlessly;

Where my soul soars in your Holy name,
You have given me wings Lord to fly to see from up above,
thus far I have not gone far enough,
I want your guidance,
I want you to show me more,
I want to be fulfilled of you,
I only want love.

( by Feon Davis )

“I AM Surviving”

“I Am Surviving”

I survived from being born murder, before my birth,
And He spares me,
I survived molestation,
And he comfort my spirit
I survived rape,
And he strengthens me.
I survived verbal abuse by mankind,
And he was my voice.
I survived physical pain,
And he healed me from the inside out.
I am surviving despite my learning disability,
And he reminds me, I am in his image.
I am surviving with stress and depression,
And in his arms, I am at peace.
I am surviving this environment,
And he held me near his bosom.
I survived the disadvantages,
And he meant for me to be a TESTIMONY.
Written by Feon Davis
© 2007 All Rights Reversed.

Psalm 119:105