Showing posts with label Two Piece. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Two Piece. Show all posts

Friday, February 17, 2012

FALLEN VERSES




Fallen Verses


Fallen verses
Betrayed voices
Demented looks
In crowded spaces

Let’s back up
To when we was young
Tiny eyes
Twisted lies

Said I was late
Beside me, was my mate
Sweat profusing
Eyes confusing

Delayed reaction
Pain in my palm
Stood on the bench
Till my lunch

Could’ve been a good boy
Done my home work
Could’ve come first
Prepared for the worst

Stomach protruding
Thighs convulsing
Walking is a sin
Life is a din

Woke up at six
Very early, got my fix
Lost vital time
Writing rhymes

Retarded petard
Exploding St. Bernard
Drink in his barrel
Couldn’t survive the quarrel

Friday, December 9, 2011

THE TERRORIST




The TerrorisT



The terrorist
Angry at us all
He fights for justice
In his own sense and all

Slaves to western monopoly
Silent with generations of tears
Worked silently for years and years
While they stood guard with their spears

Fascists, Dictators, Imperialists
We’ve seen and suffered you all
Whatever name you give to yourselves
You’ll never get redemption’s call

Marred and destroyed civilizations very old
Greed and blood lust was what you sought
This new mask of democracy can’t fool us
We remember all the bloody wars we’ve fought

Ours lands sold to you for liquor
Our jobs taken to enslave us
Put in jails to rot and to die
Shaped like coffins filled with dust

The whole world still remembers
All the horrors you’ve given us
You cannot retreat nor rest
We are the current buzz

Tired of socializing with mangy slaves
You went ahead and conquered the west
Brought with you even more sad people
To slave for you like us and the rest

You nearly slaughtered a whole race
They are still tormented by this disgrace
English-man and Ameri-can
 The very same coin with two sided faces

Vaporised civilians living in two towns
killed all offspring in that place
Monsters of war are born, even today
No hands, no legs,and a hideous face

You might have deceived the whole world
By changing what you call yourself
Your women can whore around with the world
Nothing changes, your blood  still remains the same

Yanker or a wanker
I really do not care
You’ve tested my patience
For too long have we stayed

Don’t worry my good man
Our time has already come
The English have weakened
At home in the United States

Their war mongering and weapons fronting
Is  just a scared man’s desperate attempt
To survive,to spend more of his weapons
very fast,before they sit and start to rust

We are still alive, we are still awake
Beware, Mr. Scientist
We are already there
Get ready for the scare

Sunday, December 4, 2011

LONELY FRIEND






Lonely Friend


 He approached me for help
I could offer none
He plead for companionship
I was nowhere to be found

Lonely friend
Strives to achieve
Does everything on his own
Of dejection, he never does moan

His world collapsing
His thoughts relapsing
His eyes searching for hope
But he never finds none

In the nick of time
Coupled with all sorts of pain
He has a friendly demeanour
He calls no one on his endeavours

Sad, disturbed, frustrated
Happiness is always belated
Thrown around on a whim
He picks himself and dusts down

How could anyone bear so much?
Why does life deny him any pleasure?
What could be his destiny?
Yet Another profound mutiny?

What he seeks, he will find
All the roads will unwind
The divine interventions will cease
Only when he reaches the crease

The world is a great equalizer
A wise man once told me
If what he said were true
He can strip boundaries & go through

Hard work always pays up manyfold
He has to hold tight and remain bold
His time is approaching, tremors quaking
He will be placed on a pedestal and given the world




-          Dedicated to Mohan Shivannanavar
Friend, philanthropist, engineer, Sir
(on occasion of my fiftieth poem)

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

UGLY MONSTER




Ugly Monster



Ugly monster
Unbearable to see
Stays locked in all day
Won’t ever come your way

He has a pure crystal heart
Won’t think of no bad
Yet he is an ugly monster to us
‘Cause he looks the way he does

He still does forgive
Each man and each soul
Wont curse under his breath
Won’t steal from you in stealth

He cries himself to sleep
On every lonely night
We interpret these as his screams
And complain of bad dreams

We throw stones at his home
We torch down his mill
He waits in hunger all day
Can only hunt by the night

He too was normal once
A very long time ago
He played with his children
He had a lovely wife

He won’t tell me how,
All this happened
He just sulks at home
Only at night he roams

Wasted people
Can’t take this no more
They torched down his home
They heard him moan





Tuesday, October 18, 2011

NAMELESS WANDERER

NAMELESS WANDERER


[THIS IS ABOUT A MAN WHO SUFFERS THROUGH LONELINESS]


NAMELESS WANDERER
AS OLD AS HIS SOUL
DON’T know WHAT HE SEEKS
ITS ALREADY BEEN WEEKS

CITIES AS CALM AS THE STONE
AS RESOLUTTE AS HIS SOUL
EMPTINESS INHABITS THEM
ONLY THE WANDERER TREADS THEM

FIREY BY DAY
SNOWY BY NIGHT
THE WANDERER’S MIGHT
HAS SET HIS PATH RIGHT

HE WALKS PAST CASTLES
THAT ONCE STOOD SO TALL
DEATH aND DECAY
Are what come his way

What can he find
In this apocalyptic wasteland
The stars have grown so old
Yet he remains bold

He dreams every night
Of love and labour
Of children and grandeur
And his beloved sander

So he did come
From when we exist
What happened when I don’t know
The wanderer now treads through snow

He finds it at last
Atop the highest mountain
The calm that existed since time was mould
Now he knows, he’s not so old