Saturday, January 10, 2015

Black Peter


Black Peter

Peter for god-knows-what was proud,
Never got along well with the innocuous crowd,
Was rude with everyone including his boss,
His team thought his mind was pretty little cross.

When you spoke with him he went all so tan,
He'd whisper with a few, as if crafting a plan,
He wrote his senseless lines and thought of them as poems,
Then texted his colleagues to read; only to those he thought were friends.

The team and the boss got their life of a chance,
To uproot this Peter with his obnoxious stance.
A lady in the team made a strong written complaint
A text sent at night? O this is harassment!

But wait! This wasn't just enough,
Peter also performed way below his peers.
Faults here and there, said the trusted reviewer.
Now he’d be out for sure, it's clear without a bluff.

The bad apple's out, the triumphant team was glad,
Good riddance from the con that made them always sad,
With him in the team no one was ever safe,
But Peter per the doctor was myopic and deaf.

But listen to this my friends! Peter says, victims are always cruel,
That he's still a victor who'd survive in the hell.
He worries on the Peter who'd appear next on stage,
The play is waiting there to replay without a change!


I am glad I wrote this. The poem tries to see how group judgement can sometimes go wrong. We seem to depend too much on the machinery called 'everybody' but at times it can be cruel and even wrong! A group of people, in victim mode, inflicting inexplicable pain on one individual is no less than a gang rape or a terror attack. All of this happens in the name of justice.... if you asked those men who are gunning down innocent people, as to why they are doing what they are doing, they'd have something to say, so where is the difference?

10 January 2015

Friday, January 9, 2015

Above mediocrity

Above mediocrity

I will rise above mediocrity,
And with me will raise a race,
Where do I see you and not see me?
In clouds without mirth and grace!
You who do not respect elders, neighbours,
Have taught me self-respect;
You who worked up the workers,
Have taught me to be honest;
You who were afraid of death, bred terror
Have taught me fearlessness,
About love and peace;
You who nurtured hatred and anger,
Didn’t you teach me about bliss?

But this is not what I see Mount Olympus!
I know what you have hidden from above,
The child, who was ugly, I learn,
Embodied kindness and peace!
Rejected by parents,
Deceived by his wife –
A Goddess of love
With war in her brain,
His seat rived to the lowest abyss,
The smith weaved through the deserted life.

I forgive my teachers and guardians on this day,
For the same song they heard,
The same verse did they nurse!
I will rise above mediocrity come what may.
With me I will follow my herd;
How can in my universe,
Be anything other than me?
Finished now my ignoble blaming hearse,
Learning drizzles ceaseless for free!

Note: Hephaestus is the son of Zeus and Hera. He is the only god who is ugly. As a child, he was rejected by his parents. His wife, Aphrodite, goddess of love was in love with Ares, god of war. Hephaestus was kind and peace-loving.

09 January 2015

Universe

Universe

I am driving my car through the road…
I love it with all my being,
However, little of it do I know,
Other than through ups and downs driving…
I know it only from the outside,
Change the side and the speed,
If only I knew what’s happening inside,
My car would be mine indeed.
What happens if suddenly it has to fall?
Would depend on moneyed looks for sure,
Who may or may not it cure,
With a price that drains the wherewithal.

Many of us like me drive the body…
All blinded by the image outside,
Breathing in and out is all we know,
It grows without effort of any kind.
How do the parts function do we know my friends?
An engrossing game it is, a fun that knows no ends!
Come let us know how it does what it does,
Our only real machine, our only universe!

09 January 2015

Distance

Distance

When I was with you,
Distance didn’t matter.
The moon sent its cream at night,
We slept, thinking of each other.
Sounds of dews travelled we could hear,
Alert to wash us with the morning sun.

Sailing clouds cover the moon,
Noise takes away all the dews.
The sun shines so dark and sudden,
My eyes, don’t hear the call.
I am so close to you now,
Yet so far from near.

09 January 2015

Please give me a hand

Please give me a hand

I was your eyes.
I drew pictures through your glass,
I saw horror and kindness without guilt,
Then there was a crack.

Blankness soaked in,
I became dotty for growth,
I couldn’t ask you to lend,
So I saw through my ears.

Children, young and old,
Violated with alacrity,
My feet are heavy with immobility.
My senses froze in the desert.

My blind hands can no longer behold,
I cannot purge the chains of reasons,
In the volumes that are written,
In the fences that are sketched,
In the deaths that are planned and sung,
Children are fighting with kids.

In pursuit of the borderless whole,
Please give me a hand.

09 January 2015

End of an era

End of an era

Gray lights are spreading all over
To crack the windows of ramparts,
Blacks and whites have melted,
An interpretation is born.

That which was dull and lifeless
Has in a whiff become a stone,
A discovery of a diamond,
In a completely different role!

With light we measure and mismatch
With darkness we merge and melt,
Perceptions are lending shape,
To a canvas built in the frame.

Walls have developed wings
To mend into the blank looking sky,
The ball so light dancing with legends,
Blue horrors buried alive!

09 January 2015

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Take a way

Take a way

Take a way,
Into the woods;
Times don’t stay
Inside the room.

Take a way,
Empty streets;
Roads of mind,
Paths will find. 

Take a way,
Leavers, lovers;
Smile on the lane,
Rocks can’t block.

Take a way,
The lost and the found
Are engrossed in love,
Just the same!

Take a way,
Onto the sky;
Thoughts will bloom,
Inside is the room.

08 January 2015

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Behind the screen

Behind the screen

Decked-up words,
Colorful, beautiful,
Catapulted with smiles,
Hand-to-hand touch;
Selling the world, to the world!

Buyers are tired with the sellers,
Pretense glows the figure,
Killing the words by kissing them good,
Thoughts, the grandma of red riding hood!
Blaming the innocuous wolf!

Balance complains against the fulcrum
The world of disputes shows on the humdrum.

Silence cries in the crowd
Of buyers and sellers,
Tired words go back into the greenroom
To rest, for a while…
Write some lines in open space
To meet the feelings,
Their mothers, in age-old homes
With and without a shake and a smile!

Ready again for the go
Onto the plastic stage for the tiptop show,
With thoughts untrained,
But words all decked.


With multiple organisations engaged in World Peace, why doesn't it happen I wonder! Where is the gap. Farmers are born in debt, live in debt and die in debt is true for most third-world countries! But what is true for the all the first, second, third and fourth (is there one?!) worlds is that we are all born listening about Peace, live and die in it!

Well, but this poem is not only about that...it's much more, if you please because behind the screen there’s another screen...watching, listening, and ...screening!

03 January 2015

Hands in search of the perfume

Hands in search of the perfume

Blank hands are searching for the perfume
Wet with dryness
Moon is shying away
Sun incapable of giving a hand

There is no light in the brightness
A blue pot, with nail marks
Like stars that litter
In the stinking guilt, all around

In this nosy perfume
My legs are paining
As a sign of something!
For months I have suffered
With these dot-drops
For days letters have formed
Into words, as fillers
Hiding in the void
Hands search for the perfume, still.

03 January 2015

For you

For you

Eggs were hatching,
But rats were out.
The carpet looked like a curtain
The base, confused.

Before I was born,
Sickness came in thick air
To propose to the virus-prone stage,
To blow, the wind refused.

I was born still,
With sadness that cried,
You made faces to make me laugh,
My purpose was to live,
For you!

03 January 2015