Reminiscences

 

There once was, a mighty stream,
Cold were its waters, making one shiver,
You could hear her roar, from a mile below,
So vast was her breadth,
Entire country’s thirst she would quench.

Until, we forgot our need
paid heed only to our greed,
built a block, to harness her drift,
through her treasures, so we may sift.

Until she ended up dry and bare,
Only then did we start to care,
Only to narrate to our children,
what was once our gateway to heaven.

There once was, a forest so green,
emeralds paled against her sheen.
Her fruits so clean and saccharine,
ravenous were none, her bounty subject to no palatine.

Pillaged her of all her treasure,
Our rapacity unknowing of a measure.
Decimating her for our gluttony,
Subtly comminating infinite felony.

Ending up with our children wheezing,
with pain showing no signs of easing,
Cursing our actions, repeatedly repenting,
lamenting that the solve was beyond inventing.

Only then did we start to care,
Mourning, the future that may never come to be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Serendipity’s Search

For every clash of wave against wave
for every notch on the stones engraved,
for every rushing current that flows,
meeting the vast expanse, it borrows,
trying to match its strength,
Mistaking its magnanimity by an order by tenth.

As the slow interlacing begins,
Each forgetting what it had once been,
Those swirling water in appending tides,
The only indication of an unruly ride,
But though the path was thorny
Fruitful was the arduous journey.

Indistinguishable they now were,
even a dunce would concur,
Until came along daylights warmth,
pulled him apart and drove him North,
Till even the sight of her was distant,
Memory the only bond still existent.

Until along came a friendly chill,
excruciating thought, was not in doubt its goodwill,
Prodded him down from his lofty perch,
Reminded of his yearning to reach the sea, he searched,
All along the mountains course and lengthy roads,
Wondering if he would ever reach his original source.

 

Discord

I watch as I amble across,

Those dreary souls, hearts filled with loss.

In a world, in itself so lost,

Where humanity came at such a high cost,

Leading to is watching aghast,

Dreading the future, loathing the past.

In lieu of fiddling in a sunny field,

We watch, as society is itself wheeled,

In a desperate bid, itself to shield,

From the pestilence it hopes to heal.

Forgetting the music of a clavier played,

Confined home, we stayed afraid,

Our worst demons, in our minds portrayed,

Together, we never were arrayed.

Breeding conflict, each other we assailed,

In our haste, our masks unveiled,

In our idiocy we regaled,

Misgauging, that it was ourselves we had failed.

I watch still as a tree,

As the young demand to be set free,

Oblivious, naïve, ideologic and carefree,

Willing everyone to band together, desperate their plea.

To save everyone they implored,

United we should move toward,

So that, against calamity we could ward,

And build a world free from discord.

 

Red Tide

Those red tides.

and oncoming crests,

washing away the sand in spades,

slipping out, right under our gaze.

Those passing jet streams

Propelling us along to our dreams.

Hoping we reach near and far,

and maybe one day, soar among the stars.

Those fiery blazes.

Fuelling our insatiable gazes,

stoking and feeding our smolder,

so that, one day our fire may burn bolder.

Those stable roots,

Always reminding us of our broods,

No matter, the sand lost between our boots,

lighting our way, no matter its moods,

as we blaze away along this selfish pursuit

So that, once day we may scream in cahoots,

that we shall be remembered, no matter the feuds.

Gravity

All the stars that orbit around

A galaxy a mass of gas all along

Through gravity, eternally bound,

Staying and gliding where they belong

Known surroundings keeping them aground

Keeping the from getting wound

Only dreams and hopes guiding us along,

Our near and dear and a mind sound, keeping us from wrong

Our little suns at the centre guiding us round

Among our stars, keeping us downed

Making us ask
Am I in a galaxy?
Or
Is there a galaxy in me?

Realising each of us has infinites bound

In our hearts the universe sounds

Telling us that we are both in a surround

Love at the center and what goes around

Making us hope

That in all this merry go round

The universe has a plan for each one of us to go around.

The Coding of Poetry

Poets and coders are not so far off from one another, 

Coders write code bound to a syntax,
We write our hearts our bound to a language.
We try and find strange new ways to create new interpretations,
They express their emotions, as vivid as their imagination will allow them.
They express block of strange code and equate them to objects,
We use our similes to expresses beauty relative to objects or memories.
They use their compilers to communicate with the machines,
We try and use the iambic parameter to communicate with humans masquerading as machines.
After all this we ask, who is they and who is I?
If not different sides of the same coin?
Anonymous and Wordsworth both artists of compare.
With each creating beauty in their own relative language.
And to all the coders and poets at heart.
We only aim to create a machine verse that we can dedicate to our hearts.

Letters from Beyond

On that final journey
Through that long road,
What does one take,
And where does one go?

If death were the final act,
Then why does my memory live?
If death is a fleeting end,
Then why does the pain linger?
If death is a constant never changing,
Then how do my beloved ever recover?

If only had I known these questions earlier,
Maybe my actions could’ve been merrier.
Looking behind at the carnage I left,
“Was it worth anything I forsook behind.

Watched I had

As she cried herself to bed at night,
Afraid to let other even catch her eye
Terrified of going out again,
Alone, in a world so great.
Trying and being strong for everyone’s sake,
Inspite of all the gashes I made,
Putting on a smile and pushing ahead, every day.

What choice did I have?
After you left with everything I had.
You made my world go round,
Till you let me believe, till eternity you had gone.
What point was living, without my life,
To what would I dedicate my victory songs,
Or to whom would I details my conquests and my loss.
Afraid to come to an empty home at last,
I resolved to keep your love for eternity at heart,
And with it I commit myself,
To the only eternal constant,
With all your thoughts on my mind,
Loving you to the bitter end