WoRDSWoRTH'S CoRNeR

Poetry is one of the greatest evidences of the abstraction ability of mind, its powers; to create, to imagine and to envisage. I have interest in poetry, and I have been influenced by the flow of thoughts that commences during the transition of words from their normal form to an array which portrays the human mind.


The following are the representation of some of my ideas!!!


THe oaK aND THe aNGeL
GoD iS a HuMaN
BooMeRaNG
a MaTTeR oF LiFe & DeaTH
BoN VoYaGe

CiRCLeS iN THe aiR

QuiCK SaND
HoW To SaY iT
ouR WoRLD
THe DooR
DoNT BaCK oFF
PRoMeTHeuS
THe MuSiCiaN
CoSMoS
PuZZLeD
LoST
CoNFeSSioN
THe STaRe
iDeNTiTY
THe LooP
CRuSHeD







The Oak and the Angel

All through the past
I had been in pain
Fighting with dark times
I had nothing good to gain

"USELESS" - I was called
Everyone would refrain
to give me a hand; As I was
a weak link inthe social chain

In pensive mood I sat
one fine day under an oak
I saw her all in black and thought;
it was one of nature's jokes.

I sat agape as she made a move
towards me and called my name
I felt the warmth in her voice but I,
still kept my head down in shame

Filled with divine exuberance
she moved, removing all fog
into my mind and heart
And suddenly I stood up agog.

I walk along the road today
with the angel to my right,
We spread fragrance all around
to a future, good and bright.

						

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God is a Human

All speak the truth
that god is everywhere
that he is most powerful
and undoubtedly fair

God is indeed everywhere
But had he been fair,
how could one even dare
to kill others for selfish care??

God is there in the sun;
God is in a criminal's gun;
God is everywhere;
Because God is a human.

Man was once quite wild,
he gave birth to a wanton child
and hence rose a population,
whose wrath was not mild.

Out of fear; poor man
laid a well-thought plan,
seeing sins prevailing,
to the highest mountains he ran.

After an era of meditation
he landed to a thought,
To stop worldly sin and fraud;
he brought concept of GOD

In god's own world; daily,
the sinisteral web is spun
Undoubtedly, god is everywhere,
because god is a human.

						

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Boomerang

One fine day, on a windy field
I had to give up and I had to yield
I was made to to succumb
but I did not cry.

I gave it a try, this was the song I sang
And I flew high like a boomerang

High up in the air,
on a path unknown;
I felt dizzy while turning,
as my fate had shown.
But I knew while flying;
the returning knack.

I gave it a try, it was a superb land
And I came back in my own hand
I flew high like a boomerang
I came back like a boomerang.

						

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A Matter of Life & Death

Who is the killer;
the void, or the filler?
Who is the one to propel;
our birth, our life,
our sorrows, our death?
What is the reason 
for us to be here;
to pass the sorrow parcel;
and take our selfish care?

Will I find the truth;
or will it be a myth?
Why on earth do we exist;
with a cover of brute sheath.
What is life after all?
It is long enough, still seems to be small.

Why is life like hell;
with no fragrance left to smell.
Is death the only way;
to get rid of this spell?
Is life my master;
or am I the rebel?
Who will remove all pain;
and who, at last will tell?

Throughout this life,
these are the thoughts that dwell:
That 'Life and death are equal,
one being other's sequel.
Nothing which exists;
can escape struggle and strife.
Life needs death for existence,
and death as well needs life.'

						

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Bon Voyage

The journey starts, all sorrow gone;
The day we leave from flowers to thorns,

In wild sunshine, we ran and played;
To sorrow and failure, no heed we paid,

Joy and zeal were what we sought for;
Truth and peace were what we fought for,

The journey goes on and we walk along;
The bridge which sifts the right and wrong,

We learn to affirm that we seldom fall;
we learn to serve for every cause;
We learn to live...we learn to give;
We learn to try, without a cry,

The journey ends, and all my friend;
have reached yonder, yet no one sends,
The good and bad I did to them;
and all I did to cure their mayhem.

People say that the world's a stage;
and Life's a journey.......BON VOYAGE

						
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Circles in the air

Blood traffic has ceased
The machine is diseased
All fog and mist
Bitter in taste unleashed

Same smoke in lungs
In front of eyes
Everything is blurred
And breathless he dies

Whats right or wrong
we dont even care
We all die forming
Circles in the air 

						
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Quick Sand

Deep inside of me
ly the deserts and the sea
And lands; wierd and unknown
with different trees, all grown

I went inside one day
to see my thoughts, untie all knots
But all I saw inside,
were thunder-storms and deadly draughts

I mixed the water with the sand
The sae was calm and draught was gone
I kept on trying until
unknowingly, a quick sand was born

Drenched in mud I came back
and decided to keep a track
of thoughts which were inside
and their roots which caused setback

At last one day I found a tree
with roots all black and strong
Its name was EGO, it was indeed
the reason for all that was wrong

I cut it off along with the roots
and cleared the forest with my hand
It took me long but finally I put
all of it in the quick sand

My thoughts now are pure and deep inside
when I go and take a walk
I see the sun shining bright
and the quick sand filled with rock.

						
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How to say it??

That begining of something
was the end of all that was
I sat mum listening
to nature's applause

I could see no picture
niether far nor close
Even sound was silent
to listen what nature chose

All was standing still
No reason, no rhyme
And then I felt it all
so pure and sublime

As I write these words
still wondering what to say
My soul dances with the music
that I heard you play

Expression isn't enough
to tell you what it was
'coz I sat mum feeling
nature's applause !

						

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Our World

As you walked your way to me
counting each step you took
For honor you would stand
And for justice you would look

As you lived your life with truth
seeing all your lies I shook
Deception spreading as fire
in every corner and nook

With cold warmth for others
and burning frost in heart
Why did you choose to live
a life as sharp as tart??

Let us join each other
Come, let us be one
We'll fight all sin and wrath
until there is none

As I created you, I saw,
a part of me in you
Endowed with powers of which
the creatures had no clue

The trees, the sky, the falls
are all my gifts to you
All I ask is your thoughts
to be free, pure and true

The world is your's oh man
its your shelter where you dwell
Hence its up to you, whether
you make it heaven or hell

Go and join each other
as one plus one is eleven
dont make your home a hell
when you can make it heaven!!!


						

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The Door

So many doors there are
None open all shut
Saints say, all of them are
the doors to the same hut

Some doors made of stones
some made of teak
You like some of them
the keys to which you seek

But there stands one door
which you can open rightaway
The key lies with you but
finding it you go astray

Go find the key, dont wait!
it lies somewhere in your mind
Search for it honestly and
one day the key; you will find!!

In the hut sits the sun
pulling you to its light
Once you reach in thenceforth
there will be no night!!!


						

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Dont Back Off

Did you ever feel
that on some day
Bitter experiences
come your way?

They dont even knock
just gush in like a flood
As you stand in shock
with pressure in blood



Dont back off
experiences come and go
Each moment you live
the wiser you grow!



Did you ever feel
that you suffer defeat
You are wet with sweat
and cant take the heat?

Weakness surrounds you
after long hard day
You wait for the second wind
but you still need to play



Dont back off
Just play your shot
It doesnt really matter
whether you win or not!


						

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Prometheus

His tryst with Zeus
Wont end at all
He set out to steal fire
Coz it was his call

Prometheus - immortal
still lives in us so bold
Melody is his fire now
Warming hearts all cold

We carry the fire
with our music to your ears
and sing with strength
Long Live Prometheus

Didn't care about the curse
bestowed upon him
Ethon ate his liver
he bore sufferenings so grim

Prometheus - immortal
He wont ever be lost
Harmony is his fire now
which melts dissonant frost

We carry the fire
with our music to your ears
and sing with strength
Long Live Prometheus



						

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The Musician

For him, world is an ocean
and his music is his oar
propeling the boat of life
and taking him to the shore

Sketchy without instrument
are his body and his soul
He uses it like his own hands
to take him to his goal

I saw a figure last night
who fits within this class
He is the one who was seen
and admired by the mass

He seemed like two people
One, playing and involved
Other listening to his own self
To get his pain dissolved

Apart from both his forms
there were we, sitting agape
Tied to the place we sat
How could we ever escape?

Three of us sat in trance
All singing the glory grand
And then all rose, elated
with no force.... no command

The joy in playing for us
was there with him so strong
The joy was such, that he sat again
to play for us, another song

He charms the world with ease
As a musician he is known
The sounds he makes is music
He is unique, he has no clone !!!



						

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Cosmos

About its boundaries
no one yet knows
Puzzling us with vastness
lies the cosmos

Human effort
not enough to explore
what is at its ends
and what is at its core

Emptiness and matter
all lie together
like darkness and light
like metal and feather

As mystery it sleeps
as mystery it wakes
All existence abides
by the rules it makes

Since times immemorial
the puzzled man describes
He falls short of words
He can just feel its vibes



						

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Puzzled

Do I need to know
or is it so designed ?
Why do I ask about
the truth that lies behind?

Do I need to quit
the restlessness unending ?
It lives in me and
leaves me ascending !!

Why am I in search
for something;  someone
A search that never ends
and remains undone

What to think about
is a thought surreal
that haunts my mind
but still does appeal !!

Questions unanswered
and answers unknown
remain to me a mystery;
a picture not yet shown !!

Will I still be writing ?
Till when will I write ?
What will I write about ?
To what extent, what height ?



						

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Lost

I was taking a stroll
By the side of a river
Watching dew drops on leaves
morning cold made me shiver


I saw a cave one day
On the top of a hill it sat
What happened then showed me how
curiosity killed the cat.


On the saddle of temptation
I rode towards the hill
Desires in my mind
didn't let me stand still.


The cave air was damp
with waters seeping down
With rocks all around
and creatures with unknown frown.


Heartbeats slowing down
as I moved inside deep
in the maze where even
a streak of light couldn't peep.


Lost I am now
craving for light
In no time at all
I have lost my sight


Desperation is at peak
at peak is my pain
Here and there I peek
to home there's no lane!!



						

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Confession

I do not know how it began
Nor do I know its reason
When did it happen; no clue
Which day and what season

It just started some day
When I felt the difference
When friends teased me away
and I didn't know what to say

My wish to see your eyes
Made my childish heart gallop
How do I explain to you now
that how I made it stop!!

My will is for you is pure
and my intentions are right
Disturbing you is not the motive
Nor is it to create plight

What you say will matter
The words which I wont guess
This letter to you will tell
what I wanted to confess

Like the light of the dawn
your name in my heart shines
Finding you in this world was like
finding diamond in mines



						

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The Stare

She looks at me
But all in vain
I walk alone
coz, I refrain

The eyes, that want to say
something I want to know
What is it in me
that makes her glow

Disturbed, I am of course
but I dont dare
to ask her what she wants
and why does she stare ?

If it is love for me,
my arms are open wide
but how do I get to know
what lies inside?

If it is curiosity,
let her talk to me
This time I will talk
This time, I wont flee

Concerned, I am of course
but I dont dare
to ask her what she wants
and why does she stare ?



						

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Identity

Invisible I am, to those looking just at face
Careless I am, to those who own the race

Thoughtless I am, to those who confound
Senseless I am, to those always within bound

Free I am, to those in the worldly maze
Deep I am, to those who get this phrase

Friend I am, to all who want me to be
Enemy I am, to no one at all, you see

What am I, to you?.... this you shall decide
What am I, to me?...... leave this one aside



						

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The Loop

Struggling with a storm of desires
there goes the victim of life
He stops not, just moves on
carrying his sword of strife

What does he want when
he knows, he has to die
He thinks, over and over again
and asks every passerby

Sorrow is not all he lives with
he also owns the robe of joy
Which he wears for reasons
that only he can create and destroy

He doesn't stop, for he has
a gift, an unknown device
That he can discover
his meaning, birth and demise

He reasons his questions
and questions his reasons
He ponders, expresses
and spends sleepless seasons

A captive he is, to himself
In a loop, he always revolves
around th same point again
until the loop dissolves



						

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Crushed

When the shadow of the night
comes behind
I sit with the dark sky sharing
whats there in my mind

Pain, eating me inside
leading to misery
I wish I could strip off
my robe of haunting memory

When my love gets stale
and only pain it does give
Tearing my heart apart 
without it, how can I live

Shivery cold it is
no one by my side
I have lost all my faith
In none I will confide

I have a wish to make
to the lord before I die
Let there be no pain in love
And please let no one cry

Darkness calls and cries
in the serene moon light
And here I disappear
into the shadow of the night



						

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