Showing posts with label My Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Poems. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Sometimes



Sometimes....

I wonder if we are but a drop
In a free fall
Glistening, spherical and round
Creating a rainbowy hue
Along with our fellow mates
Sharing a similar fate....

Does the drop know
Its fate
Or the colour it glistens in
As everybody awes and oohs
Does anybody care about the drop’s fate?
It is but a single drop of a multitude
Falling down
It is but creating the rainbowy hue
Who cares when the sight is so great?
That the drop fell
Splattered, in a wetty mess

As the fall pushes many to their fates
Moves on
Creating beauty without and within
Does it really matter
The fate the drop met?
It is, after all, but a drop
In a multitude that met their fates

Then, Should the drop pity itself
Or be pleased
As it, even briefly so,
Was but a beautiful part of this Creative mess...

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

The Poem



I dreamt a little poem
In my sleep yesterday night
But cannot seem to remember
What it was exactly like!

It was beautiful I know
A bit of melancholy in it
Halfway through though
It had changed its tone
Suddenly it was all peace
And felt, rightly so!

Even in the dream
I could not dream its end
Wish I had been awake
To write its end

The change in its tone
Midway through
Everlasting peace
May it signify so!
The end never to be written
I guess so!

But then why is it
I am desperate to know
The poem
The beginning , the end and more?!

Friday, July 5, 2013

Will you dance with me?


Distracted momentarily, I look at the beautiful world,
In one sweep of flight, I see life court death!
It’s like walking a tight rope you see, every step a potential death,
but with every step we live not knowing which our last might be
Death we fear, but in life we choose to forget
We live as if we shall know not death,
ever! But death has the last laugh!
Mock us if you will ‘oh! Death’, but carry on we must!
As if you do not exist!
For in accepting you lies our end
For, if life accepted your supremacy would it not end?
For who would fight a lost cause?
But we do,
with every breath we defy you!
Until our last breathe is drawn, Is it not very beautiful?
This dance between life and death? Is this not very beautiful ,
how in hope we find our rest?  Is it not very beautiful,
this hope that we possess?!
But then I look around,
in forgetting you we made a mess!
In forgetting you we fail to see the futility of accumulated wealth
Vainness of fame, and success!
For, in you dissolve the meaning of everything we hold
We forget you and hence plot and scheme,
to be at the top in every game!
In present we lose interest,
focused we are on future interests!
We hurt others and ourselves, we do,
because we have forgotten you!
Are you not beautiful then,
when with a graceful sweep
you show us mortal folks the frivolity
of our self preserving antics old!
Oh! how morbidly beautiful of you!
Oh! mock us if you will!  But
look what remembering you always does,
in immortality lies our quest!
We heap havoc left and right,
thinking we shall win the conquest!
But like a chameleon you hide yourself,
and attack when we least expect!
Is it not beautiful,
when you attack with a vengeful scorn?!
Amidst the stench created around,
this dark melancholic dance between you and life!
Why does it keep me spell bound?
Oh! your mocking laughter grows louder beyond!
You mock me from near and far beyond!
Oh! tell me ‘oh! Death’, is there hope around?
Should you be remembered or forgotten?
Does release from fear lie in accepting fate?
Will you stop mocking and guide me along?
Oh! tell me ‘oh! Death’, will you dance with me?
Take one step back when hope needs be and
come to the fore when greed leads me?
Oh! tell me ‘oh! Death’ will you dance with me?