Everything Matters
It’s An Awakening!
Green colors Yellow pencils How the dog barks How the cat whines Everything matters Why the caged bird sings What goes around comes back at you like a boomerang The one who stayed long enough To touch your heart and steal it forever Everything matters Who lives another day Who is dead while still alive Even birds in the air Have understanding Enough to visit you where you live Because they want to see you Wow! Everything matters! How the blue sky Blending with the fluffy clouds And the green earth With the brown barks How the blue see blends back Effortlessly Everything matters because there’s beauty How the baby coos before it talks How it’s tiny hands and feet That jingle in the air Producing waves of love and warmth within even a stranger who cares enough to stop by and observe Everything matters in the grand realm of things When a father is taken by ICE and the baby in the stroller left behind When a father comes running And hugs and carries his sons Tears rolling with joy that they are still alive to see another day Everything matters Allah is watching! Tears are collecting in His bottle! When a bunch of morons Are given power effortlessly And the world learns How things can spiral down Momentarily And cause so much human suffering Everything matters to raise collective awareness! Wisdom is not just for the old Ignorance is not just for the youth Old and young alike We have all been fooled By a bunch of robbers Maniacs and psychopaths best left in sanctuaries specially designed for them Everything matters in the end! The world is just waking up Wait for it! The reckoning—it’s coming! Peace ✌🏽
Shalini what a beautiful poem. There’s a raw, unfiltered wisdom in your words, like a prayer, a prophecy, and a plea all braided together. The refrain “everything matters” echoes like a sacred drumbeat, anchoring each scene in truth.
From the softest moments—the coo of a baby, the sky’s quiet blending—to the brutal realities of injustice and grief… you remind us it’s all part of the same sacred thread.
Your poem doesn’t look away. It witnesses. It calls us to wake up. And I felt that. Thank you for giving voice to what so often stays buried. This is a poem with a pulse.