Poetry

Hey All...Out of interest, I've attempted few..Don't beat me if you don't like it! ;)

Black Rainbow
Tsunami 2004
Yesterday Today Tomorrow
My Hero

Black Rainbow

Rockin on a chair, a novel in the hand,
            A cup of coffee besides, humming a song of my fav rock band,
Out of the blue came a roaring voice, 
            Beautiful rain showered down bringing rejoice.
Ran out to cherish nature's beauty,
            Thundering rain drenching the mountains so mighty.
I whirled around, round and round,
           Pearl drops on my lehenga like a merry-go-round.
I searched for the rainbow, the colours of enchantment,
           Like a pathway paved by the Lord's seven horse chariot.
Where is it! Oh mine, where is it!
           The colours have vanished, what is it?
A  Black Rainbow? That's a dark rainbow!
           Oh Nature! Where did the colours go?
"Mother, Have you lost it with the wind, or washed away by the rain?"
           "No Child! You have stolen it from me for mankind's gain.
Into the seas and sky, the frivolous big chimneys n drains you just let go,
            Thus vanished blue with comrades violet and indigo;
Falling woods, curbing vegetation, deforestation on a rampant scale,
            ‘Enough of what we gave to mankind’, said green leaving the earth pale;
Mankind clings to more of jealousy, selfishness and hatred,
            ‘What do I do here now?’ Left the colour of love, hearty red;
‘How do we bloom, without our supporting fellows!’
             Flew the colour of spring and warmth, jubilant yellow;
Nothing has been left pure on this earth, all polluted,
             Throttled the neck of white, agony enfolded.
Black is what left with me, the dark clasps,
            The symbol of mankind’s devastation aghast!”           

What I heard, was neither the frog's turr turrup,
            Nor the tip top drops into the water pud,
Neither the leaves clashing among in the cool breeze,
           Nor the flowers' laughter and the buzzing bees.
Neither the birds fluttering their wings dry,
           Nor the dancing children in the rain, trying to fly high.
It was the nature's cry, her anguish, shear sorrow within,
          and languish with plentiful tears shedding.
Where do we go now! What do we do!
         Come, let's spread the red, blue, green and take away her woes.
But, can we really bring back the colours of seven,
         Or is it in vain, crying at the hour of eleven!



Tsunami 2004

Never could imagine, didn’t even think,
That these waves could be so wounding;
Calm and quiet once which they seemd,
Now they seem so terrifying;

Early in the morning, out of the blue,
Oh mine! How it came roaring,
With its mouth wide open, so large,
Gulped everything that came on its path,
Never could imagine, didn’t even think,
That these waves could be so wounding.

The villages so noisy, the shores so calm,
Now it’s all upside down;
Brought death everywhere so terrific,
Now what all we see is so pathetic;
Washed all the streets so near to it,
Has touched all the hearts there, where it couldn’t reach;
Agony and anguish too hard to bear,
Is now what it has left everywhere.

Never could imagine, didn’t even think,
That these waves could be so wounding.



Yesterday!
    Today!!
       Tomorrow!!!

If White stands for the saga of purity, White was in our way of life

  Adulterated mankind now succumbs to the kindles of vanity

    Black will dwell, the rule of knife sprawling evil bites....

Money was the means but for the few, Values the main concern putting rest in queue

   It’s no more about earning money, now it’s an art of learning to make money

     And tomorrow it will be eating money, speaking money, sleeping money, money money...

An apple a day, kept the doctor away

  An apple someday, so here graduates a doctor everyday

     Pills & doctors a day, what better will it be, driving life away...

Being holy was good

  Being good is holy

    Not being bad will be worship. Oh mankind! What a pity..

Love was divine, God’s beautiful creation

  Love is blind; never know if you chose the right one

    Love will be fun & frolic, running wild with imagination....

Take a step back & spare sometime, is this why Lord created Mankind?

Men know one thing...

Today will become yesterday

And future today...

But it’s hard to tell if yesterday can be the future again!

My Hero!

In the holy serene eternity, stood the Lord in midst of blue magnificent feathers,

                Kindness unleashed, deepest insight beholding, rendering blessings in my favours.

There came the hero, with his captivating looks, yet so gentle,

                Exchanged side looks irresistible, an effervescent personality, yet so humble.

I sat beside him, to have a word or two,

                He gave subtle answers to all that I was wanting to ask to,

“Yes” said the Hero and asked if it is a yes too,

                I chose not to answer to this one, asked for time to be sure “it’s you”.

“Sure” said the Hero and he bid me bye,

                Though things seemed lucid, confused felt I.

Days passed by, but the rendezvous stood there,

                Though it was our first, not the first time we’d shared.

Had talked over the phone, a couple of days before,

                A brief narrative autobiography, but was not enough for us to know more.

Why should it wait, felt the hero, took his phone,

Reached out for my number, no hesitations, took me as his own.

With a pleasant musical note, displayed my cell ‘Hero calling’,

                But I, what a fool, didn’t mind, made him feel so appalling.

I did talk after days few, solemnly did he reply,

                No warmth in my words he knew, still me he could never deny.

‘Yes’ said I to him, and came the day of betrothal,

                Fervent feelings though devoid, could find no reason for refusal.

Happiness overwhelmed within, and did he start calling me with names pet,

                Too early for me to mingle close, “wait” said I, “not your girl yet!”

I could not see the inside of him, just went by what he portrayed,

                Misleading were his talks on occasion, though could’ve ignored, a wrong picture had I started to laminate.

Each day would our talks end in misunderstanding, with no faults on either,

                ‘Is he the one I wanted?’ ‘Is she the girl I wanted?’, intricacies grew, the bonding seemed weaker.

But the Hero heard a voice from within, decided to give me more time to understand,

                ‘She’s a loving girl deep inside’, the Hero could never think of leaving my hand.

He planned to treat me special, called to say ‘I’m here in your office to meet you’,

                I cut his call, busy was I, he kept waiting I would call back, which didn’t turn true,

He’d left a message in my inbox, which I noticed an hour later,

                I went down to the reception; saw him waiting on the couch, reading a newspaper.

He gifted me things beautiful, but his love I did not realize,

                Though I expressed words grateful, gave him pain, telling “Nothing much in it for a surprise”

I broke his heart again and again, and the Hero beared it all,

                The fallacies I’d succumbed to, I criticized I teased, but still in his eyes did I stand tall.

He said he likes the innocence in me and with love wants to hold my hand,

                “I too can say those magical three words only when I feel it”...”I’ll wait” said he, indeed what a gentleman!

Day by day heard wisdom and folly quarrel inside, and eventually did positive feelings augment,

                He has always stood by my side, of my insanity in spite; I, when realized, began to lament.

I chose to move closer with him, and then could I feel what his heart said in its every beat,

                In the comfort I gave, he opened up, and then I realized, all my expectations meet.

Soon he had to move abroad, for the bread and butter, and of course the penny,

                A void I started feeling in his absence, and clever Love attacked in its own ways many.

Day by day I realized more, how badly had I hurt him,

                Wisdom laughed upon folly, I apologized, “need not” said he, and I felt his love within.

‘Time and tide waits for none’, neither does Love to get expressed,

                But couldn’t gather courage enough, hence left him a message, as with Love was I obsessed.

He couldn’t bear the ecstasy, ‘I love you’ when he read out of the blue,

                “You made my day” called he back “Me too, how much I bet you have no clue”.

The days seemed to pass slow, and to see each other were we restless,

                Six months had passed since we first met on the go, but the wait for day of his return seemed endless.

In the holy serene eternity, stood the Lord in midst of blue magnificent feathers,

                Finally came back the hero and kissed me, I thanked Lord for doing me all favours.

“Mistake it not as lust” said he, tender words of love lips began to utter,

                Fervent feelings overwhelmed, let me not tell what and end the story for reader’s better.