THE ACCIDENT

This poem was composed few days after I banged the rear of my car against a tree. It was an episode I can never forget throughout my life.

THE ACCIDENT

Passing by one afternoon,
I noticed pieces of broken glass,
Scattered all over the ground.

Reflecting the leaves above,
The tears from the tree,
Solidified and lay beside it.

Perhaps it grieved because
Of its strong wooden trunk.
The proud red car had shrunk.

A collision or an explosion,
Or was it lack of vision.
Who is to take the blame for the loss?

I took time to pause.
The stupidity built up over the years,
Took half a second to break.

It was over, the stock had been cleared.
I went onwards, the glass pieces,
An ugly residue; the leaves still reflected!

The technical aspects of poetry writing has been clearly deviated. Composed on the 19th December 2007.

WITHERED

Hey I am back after a long time. This was a poem written by me long ago out of my high emotions. Some of them read it but I didn't make public my poetic skills! ;)

WITHERED

The sun shone on a thick,
Brown wasted mass of wood.
Garbage strewn all over.
Legging to it at the end,
A gypsy girl with uncombed,
Multicoloured hair and
A tin tuna can with dirty
Drinking water stopped
To observe.

Vendors,Hawkers, Policemen,
Little children, Big children,
Blind eyes, Sleeping eyes
Unconcerned legs, concerned mouths
All passed by

But none saw what she saw.
Water sacrificed
Thirsty girl pearled a smile.
Sun shone brightly ,
Sweat trickled from her
Forehead aiming to quench.

Vendors,Hawkers, Policemen,
Little children, Big children,
Blind eyes, Sleeping eyes
Unconcerned legs, concerned mouths
All passed by as usual.

Girl too never gave up.
Heart fresh as ever
Inside a worn out body.
Nature goddess blessed her.
Flowers sold, leaves weaved,
Fruits eaten.

Seasons never failed
The gypsy maiden.
Fearful eyes, hanging tongues.
Breathed on her.
Noise vibrated the leaves.
Maiden never returned.

Sun shone brightly on the
Thick brown mass of wood.
Garbage strewn stood waiting...

Please don't comment/judge on the technical aspects of poetry. Its just something done on my own. Very unscientific and after all, things from the heart are like that!