THE WORLD KNOWS WHY?

This poem expresses my disgust on the current world situation. I have always wanted to save the environment look for changes in society but as for now I could only use up ink, paper and electricity.

The World Knows Why


The world knows why:-
People fight for things rare,
Favours are chased with a scare,
Mothers breaking into tears,
To see kids using spears.
Money is in little hands,
Goodness is buried in the sands.
Fire gives way to fire
There is no end to tire.
Some have sheet of ice as clothing.
For others little cheese cause loathing.
Earthquakes and tsunami's occur often.
Lions are dragged away from their den.
Global warming spills the seas.
Houses are let out for lease.
Bits of hearts clinging to bits of paper.
Even when a  meteorite brings disaster?

An Ode to my most Precious Friend

O Kaanha! What tricks are you upto?

White butter on a dark face,

World, action packed moving race,

Honesty, good Will not a trace!

All busy tying our shoe lace...

O Madhava! What tricks are you upto?

That bright, glowing mischievous smile!

World, stops not even a while.

Having reverted a billion mile,

Jealousy, envy heaped in a pile...

O Achyuta! What tricks are you upto?

Soothing music, flute in hand,

World, fighting ceaselessly for land,

Money spent away careless and grand,

Customers look for the best brand...

O Viswaroopa! What tricks are you upto?

Battlefield sought sound advice,

World, full of bugs and lice,

Has never thought otherwise,

And is paying a heavy price...

O Jagadisha! What tricks are you upto?

Dancing on Kalinga, lake cleansed.

World, has not yet sensed.

What patience! Do you ever get incensed?

And us! forever tired and tensed...

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!