Sunday, September 30, 2007
The Little Birdie...
The little bird so wanted to fly
to soar high, to touch the sky
but dare she not attempt again
still fresh from her fall and pain
The wind sensed the birdies despair
her confidence was low, needed repair
rustled around the leaves of the tree
sang an inspired tune in her ears did he
"Little bidie, come shed your fears
Forget the past and wipe your tears
Success is yours among many things
just fly with me beneathe your wings"
The bird perched herself on the nest edge
spreading her wings for one last try
The wind nudged her off the ledge
heaving strong gusts for her to fly
And Lo!
With ease the bird flew thru the air
round the tree and over the fencing
for in her heart she was fully aware
She had the mighty wind beneathe her wing..
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Power of Love...
The feel good factor, those tiny tingling sensations
every time she smiles and pays you little attentions
The inexorable yearn to see her and be with her
the in explainable desire to spend endless hours with her
even when...
It hurts you with a myriad of unanswered questions
makes you flirt with the burden of dark sensations
makes you bask in the pits of expected languishment
so numb not to feel other form of punishment
Have u ever wondered why The Power of love is illogical...
When u begin to ignore & antagonize other available women
and ur ordered life becomes disordered with hers interwoven
U spend hrs doping, mooning, pinning & other useless things
& ur high soaring days get numbered cause of clipped wings!
But then...
Why do even great emperors like ceaser fall in love
and forgo a legacy of regalness for the above
even when they know it is nothing but a clouding emotion
which drains you with sacrifice and devotion....?!
I guess the only way to know is to fall in love for yourself and try and see what and why people get hooked onto it .. lol!
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
The Prince and The Beast...
In a faraway land..
there lived a hideous beast
Had fun in terrorising people
on their fear he wud feast
Men wud turn pale..
women would shiver
children would run screaming
and babies would begin to wail
The Prince was worried..
for this he could not bear
to see his people harrassed
and living in mortal fear
He took a long and winding trip..
to the beastly lair
armed with his mighty sword
to slay the beast he wud dare
On reaching the beast's abode..
he geared up for the worst
to plan out his attack mode
he decided to watch first
The beast came out of his den..
and much to the princes suprise
he began to play with a pretty butterfly
as if he was a kid in disguise
He would laugh and giggle..
and his nose he wud wiggle
but then the beauty flew away
and the beast grew sad as he did everyday.
Realisation struck the prince..
which hadn't occured to him at first
the beast was just lonely
for it was love for which he thirst
The noble prince sheathed his sword..
and sent the beast food and laughter galore
With happiness back in his life
The beast is a beast no more..
Independance Day...
Glorious is our past
Fierce the struggle
the masses martyred
their sacrifice .. regal
The sweat the toil
the rebuke the oppression
the callous foriegn reggression
does it not make your blood boil?
We are now free, living our forefathers dream
enjoying the spoils of our great land..
But tell me, what do we undertand
of the bloody past that we have not seen?
Where is our contribution
when we do but our own selfish deeds
for what is our jubiliation
when we see not the nations greater needs
The rich getting richer
The poor .. the poorer
flashy mobiles and fancy cars
while half the population starves?
What justice in celebrating today
60 years of independance we say
when we see not more than our nose
how to accumulate money by the crore?
True we are striving ahead
all of us here.. I am sure are well fed
But the battle now is a different kind
Look at the present, leave the past behind
There is no point of just singing praises
for framed pictures of famous faces
when in our hearts we really feel
its just another holiday.. some rest to steal
Its time to awaken my bretheren
If u are loyal sons of the nation
Be more than the trumpet that just blows
when its fingered for stage shows..
The Meeting...
I stand waiting for her
with a rose in my hand
dressed in my best
that i possibly can
My shoes are shinning
My clothes neatly creased
my hair brushed carefully
and i look mighty pleased
How would she be
this woman i long knew
but never actually met
except seen in a pic or two
I hear the car pull up
and i see her familiar face
a sight for my longing eyes
makes my heart skip a pace
She recognises me
her lips break into a smile
an awesome look
which lingers in my head for a while
Grinning like a school boy
i extend my hand with the rose
which she graciously accepts
her hips thrust in a known pose
We walk to the table
am a little conscious
definately a lil nervous
as i smell in her fragrance
An akward silence follows
not knowing what to say
instead I study her intently
as she plays with her hair
She then breaks the ice
makes me feel at ease
with a sweet laugh so casual
disarming and completely natural
We catch up on old times
and soon its like always
laughing flirting and fighting
pulling her long legs is delighting
As the time flies by
I realise with a smile
in the company of this extra ordinary woman
my life has indeed become worth the while..
The Evolution of Man...
Where has he vanished one fears..
The complete man of the yester years
Strong and rugged, callous yet honoured..
stubbled beard, raw sweat
gnarled fists n bad breadth
Lonely and misunderstood..
treated his women like he felt he should
Rode past on lofty glory n pride
Hardly emotional, never cried
Stood on his two feet, tall and manly
killed or died, defended his word staunchly
Where has he vanished one fears..
The complete man of the yester years?
But Lo! What has evolved to take his place
combed hair and a feminish face
Boyish charm, cute looks
sensitive caring as in romance books
holds his heart in his sleeve
ready to cry more oft than u wud believe
Ready to listen and lend her solace
Chicken out from a fight with no disgrace
What has this that has replaced him
A product of evolution would it seem?
But strangely enough he is in fancy
Its in the new man that trust finds she
a plausible outcome of gender equality
tis stronger women and dainty men do we see!
The Fire and The Shadow...
The light loomed up, warm and bright
a welcome sight in the dark of her night
She watched it flicker and grow brighter
each moment made it seem more dearer
No more would she sit alone and pine
her only support had been that of the divine
for now a little spark that seemed to grow
mesmerised her by the warmth of its glow
She stared and watched the light flicker
the cold of her night seemed to disapear
The light was growing strong and bigger
soon it wud be a healthy burning fire
Little did she see beyond that sight
the warmth of the fire in her cold night
Unaware was she of the silent eerie slithering
that crept unanounced on its unsuspecting victim
In tandom with fire it grew up behind her
pranced around to the beat of the flicker
she seemed lost.. in some kind of trance
blissfully unaware of this wild ritual dance
Oh yes the fire was raging now
the heat was searing her brow
yet she chose to stay on with the light
dare not she return to the cold of the night
The fire carressed her soothingly
but behind the shadow crackled
so enchanted was she with the embers lit
she did not see the evil that come along with it
It raised its mean sinister hood
to reveal a sight so ugly and horrifying
She felt the chill in her womanhood
as the fire continued to caress, hardly gratifying
How could the fire be the cause of such distress
How could it pair with the hideous and soul less
leaving her broken.. and a shattered sight
The Fire and The Sinister Shadow of the night..
Sunday, September 23, 2007
A Confused Lover...
My thoughts are clogged up
My head in a spin
My energy is bubbling
but how do i let it go from within?
The blood rush in my head
The heat in my viens
The adrenaline pumping in me
pent up inertia for so many days
How do i concentrate my energy
on this single woman of mine
without upsetting her in any way
but making the best of time
Will a simple poem do?
full of sweet nothings
or can I be more adventurous
and seduce her with erotic somethings..
Tis but a new playground
and i hardly know the rules
how to make a woman happy
without any of my known tools..
The Greedy Squirrel....
This poem is on the simple subject of greed .. I thought of a squirrel in search of nuts as an ideal yet simple way to potray this universal truth.. read on
The squirrel approached this beautiful nut
lying on the ground just besides my hut
He was excited at his finding, i could see
the way he scampered around, oblivous of me
He pawed it once, he pawed it twice
gripped it in his teeth with an awesome vice
looked this way, that way,here and there
flicked his furry tail triumphantly in the air
But as he was about to take my leave
he saw a sight he could not believe
not one, not two, not three, not four
but a jar full of nuts by my door!
His eyes lit up with a twinkling greed
obviously he was overcome by a larger need
threw the precious nut in hand did he
and scampered to the jar quickly
Alas the nuts were behind the glass
and the lid secured on pretty fast
the squirrel looked back in dismay
for his only nut the crow had taken away!
"Morale - Dont be Greedy"