Time travel

An astronomer named Crime
Travelled back in time,
And left his grandpa dead
Shooting him in the head.
Now grandpa is no more
From his very early age,
So mama is not born,
Not yet, at this stage,
To give birth to Crime
That travels in time.
Will grandpa resurrect
Now that Crime is gone,
To give birth to his daughter
From whom Crime is born?
[If grandpa comes not back,
Looms a daunting task:
Who is to blame for the crime
Of traveling back in time?]

Criterion

I don't gauge you by the pigmentation
In your skin or the lack thereof,
Too old fashioned to gauge your beauty
By the way you handle the kitchen stove,
It ain't by the length of your hair on your head,
Nor the wealth and fame of your parents, alive or dead,
Nor the pitch of your voices when you talk,
Nor the length and shape of your legs on which you walk;
Nor the kind of car on which you ride,
Nor the luxury of the home you reside,
Nor your brute-force earned degree and 'scholarly' shine,
Nor the dogmatic moral rules you follow (unoriginal by design),
That I gauge your unique person
For these are commonplace
Brainless societal sine qua non.
But I gauge you by the sovereignty,
By the degree of independence you grant your mind,
By your unchained, unique, faculty of reasoning,
And other mental qualities rare to find.

Why, Syria?

We have all blood in our hands,
For the inaction in Syria;
For the unforgivable tolls,
And the unbearable mass hysteria.
This is ludicrous, fellow citizens of the globe,
We could have stopped this today,
If, in free will, all acted at once,
And thrashed the narcissistic power play.
Double standards, hypocritical fanfare,
Meetings and talks across nations;
Can we drop them now, for humanity's sake,
And convert them into actions?
Press releases that save no child,
Rhetorics of Realpolitik for a later date,
There are audiences to save for now,
And the unravelling of the Syrian fate.

When in Rome

Like the gladiators in the arena,
Whose only life is fight;
Or the lords and dominas,
To whom they give the delight;
Like a caesar with an absolute right to dictate,
As a first citizen of the Roman state,
Like a Mark Anthony as a hero,
Or a philosopher in Cicero;
Like a loyal servant in the army,
Fighting wars across borders;
Expanding territory,
Or like the slaves at home,
Like which Roman shall I do,
Away from home, when in Rome?

Empty bottles

"Empty" bottles-with the most air,
Have some special, interesting flair:
They make your life hardest to bear;
With vacuous, empy noises,
But the loudest sounds you ever will hear.
You realize about what I talk;
Or do I need pieces of paper and chalk?

On cares and loves

Between you and me:
Let it be truth of the day;
If you and I care to love,
None can stand on our way.
No mistrusts and jealousies,
No fears of other loves around,
For if we care for, and love each other,
Our loves and cares abound;
Beyond ordinary loves and cares,
Ordinary lovers can give,
And a covenant of love and care,
So long as we exist and live.

Romeo and Juliet-II

Two dodgy people looking for love,
In the unlikeliest part of day;
Hello, hi, this is Romeo,
And this is Juliet, they say;
One is Roman, one from Paris;
That is all they need to know,
They are in a romantic piece of hurry,
Nothing else matters for now.
They beat about the bush a little,
And exchange numbers and all,
A reunion date is fixed,
To keep the wheels and the balls roll.
That is all's needed for now,
Till a bed is shared at night;
And a 'healthy', tearful, breakup,
On a frantic day of fight.