Sunday, August 12, 2012

War


No, nobody remembers who gave water to a shivering child.
No, nobody remembers who didn't rape innocent woman.
There is this man named Hitler that I know and remember.
There is this man named Roosevelt and Churchill that I know and remember.

No, I didn't study about those of you who were a real hero.
No, I didn't study about you guys who sacrificed.
There is this man who is a Satan that I know.
There is this man who is Good that I know.

An artifact named Fat Boy changed it all.
It did change the fate of this world.
There is this lesson humankind learnt.
We will have to throw stones and sticks if it strikes us again.

It is this fear in our heart that is holding us back.
Holding us back from using sticks and stones.
It is true that ego is never gonna end.
Some where, some how it is gonna come back.
And then we may not use sticks and stones, but they will.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

To the Queen of Himalayan flowers


Thou art the Queen of Himalayan flowers,
I may say.
In my heart thou shall stay.
Without thy will I own thy snap
and thy frozen seraphic smile too.
Pardon me for doing so.
In a golden frame it stands.
On the table,beside my bed,it stands.
It shall stand for evermore.
So when I become a decrepit man,
lying on the bed a smirk I shall bear.

Nothing adorns my room, save thy snap.
Scent of thy presence fills the space within.
Only to invite elfin butterflies.
Hither and thither they frolic.
Amidst their frolicking I hear them whisper.
Whisper tales of distance they traveled.
Just to be mesmerized by thy scent.
The scent of the queen.
The Queen of the Himalayan flowers.

My eager ears listen, to the air it listens.
To hear the words.
Words wrapped in thy golden voice.
Silence is all that thou speak.
Mortals, like I, cannot hear.
I plead to thee, sing hymn for the Almighty.
Tears of joy He will shed.
Timeless thirst of Sahara shall be quenched.
And the soul within will come to life.
To dance to the rhythm of thy hymn.

Elders talk of this woman.
Woman named Pandora.
Had she seen thou and the beauty thou posses
She would not have opened it.
Envy burns everything.
But ill times were to prevail.
The world was to change and keep changing.

The town is filled with murmurs and rumors.
Rumors passes through every ears.
Rumors that say
"Angelia has a soul mate."
Its the beginning of time for some.
Its an end before the start for one.
But still thy snap shall stand.
On the table, beside my bed, it shall stand.
Till the end of time it shall stand.
This poor soul hopes thou will not mind.

Monday, June 11, 2012

Mom and Dad


Mom Dad they wrote it all.
All about you.
But these are the words of your son.
Your reticent son.
I said it less
but kept it more.

You are the hands
that weaved my dreams.
You will sleep not
'cause I needed to dream.
look mama and papa
the dreams are becoming true.

You gave it all.
Sorry that I wanted more.
I have seen people
exchanging penny for a penny.
But I know not
how do I give back the invaluable?

I understood the feelings of the few.
From the few who were not as fortunate as me.
From the few who saw you suffer.
From the tales they told
and some untold.
But I conceal the tears that unfold.

Mama! Papa! did I ever talk to you
of the friends I have?
Worry about me not when I am away.
They are the shadows of you.
That walks beside me
underneath this big hard sun.

So many to say
But pardon this reticent son of yours
'cause he keeps more and says less.

Randomness in me


My body is still
and my mind a wanderer.
It wanders in the courtyard of time and space
,and beyond.
Never tired playing
with the old memories.
Some memories to preserve.
Some memories to be ferried
to the world unknown.
Sometimes I wonder,
what drives a man to the war?
Sometimes I feel that I know the answer
but other times I am just lost.
Bear with me my friend,
this is my mind.
It speaks a language
that has no syntax.
I sit down on this chair,
in one of these lazy afternoon.
A cup of coffee,
and my mind is free.

MONEY


Sometimes what good is
your money for you.
Other times what else is
there for money can't buy.

In the grid of numbers
our history is confined.
And is the witness
that saw the rise and fall.

Amidst all the rise and fall
Money survived them all.
It did build the wall.
As long as the sky tall.

Better save it
for your redemption.
For without it
even the barricades of heaven
may not open.

Existence


My existence is just an instance of tear.
The death is the greatest fear.
When I'll be long gone,
I am only a story of few pair of lips.

What should I and should not have,
Sometimes I wonder?
The place where you and I want to be is always over yonder.
Is it wrong or not is for you to ponder.

Uncertainty is the only verdict.
It's not for me or you to predict.
There's a reason and no reason
to rejoice your existence.

The War


No, nobody remembers who gave water to a shivering child.
No, nobody remembers who didn't rape innocent woman.
There is this man named Hitler that I know and remember.
There is this man named Roosevelt and Churchill that I know and remember.

No, I didn't study about those of you who were a real hero.
No, I didn't study about you guys who sacrificed.
There is this man who is a Satan that I know.
There is this man who is Good that I know.

An artifact named Fat Boy changed it all.
It did change the fate of this world.
There is this lesson humankind learnt.
We will have to throw stones and sticks if it strikes us again.

It is this fear in our heart that is holding us back.
Holding us back from using sticks and stones.
It is true that ego is never gonna end.
Some where, some how it is gonna come back.
And then we may not use sticks and stones, but they will.