the paths, the roads we incessantly pursue.
For only True virtues can lead us to happiness
that is the innate destiny of us all.
a state of mind and heart, that suffices.
For out of Abundance arises unconditional love
that is all pervasive and extraordinary.
the ultimate answer to all our quandaries.
For when we let Love be the motivation for all our actions,
we don’t have to constantly think about what is the right thing to do.
a path that we must find the courage to tread.
For Earnestness is an instinct for those who follow their heart
and pretense for those who give up.
a word of wisdom we must live by.
For amidst the whirlwinds of our outer and inner universes,
only Resilience can ensure the perpetuation of our true selves.
a rock that we must make our minds to be.
For Patience is the door to those hidden treasures of the universe,
that we often walk past in the haste of our lives.
a flower to be cherished.
For hope nurtures our faith in the awaited bliss
that we all ultimately wish to attain.
a virtue so wholesome.
For those who aim and learn to ‘be’ bliss,
attain all that is the innate destiny of us all.
I am doing a series of Poems on ‘Humanity’… This is my poem for Day 11 (Will soon edit and post the poems for rest of the days.)
when I see her lying partially naked,
half asleep or unconscious,
on a busy street of Block A’s market.
I die a little inside.
give a closer look,
and my heart cringes
at the sight of her seemingly burnt stomach,
the permanently etched pain on her face.
and scan myself for courage
to offer her aid.
But then I cower, walk past and pretend
that the last 30 seconds never occurred.
takes over my mind,
and all I can notice is
naive kids picking rags,
not knowing what would become of them.
seems to meet
the wailing mother,
hiding her tears and
feeding her hungry child.
seems to allude
the vulnerable little ones
running in half pants,
and may be enduring what they ought not.
I can bear
the rhetoric of my mind,
and rush back to find
the faceless girl in Block A.
No trace no sign.
Just the empty space
with her ghost in my mind
sitting in the very same corner.
how she went,
where she had gone.
Thought of what might befall her,
pierces my heart through and through.
For I just witnessed
my substandard reflexes bringing no aid,
and me wading each and every day, deluded,
through the mess of my own neglect.
I prod myself.
Find my pretty logics cloaking conveniences,
too afraid to stand alone and up straight,
carrying the backbone of a coward.
to act upon it
one step at a time,
not frightening my fragile courage,
remembering that faceless face every time.
that god forbid I come across
the same ghost in my life again,
I will have the courage to stop
and bring her back to life.
This poem is about how we come across so many homeless people on the streets but just cant find the courage to lend a helping hand. I am doing a 30 Days series of Poems on ‘Humanity’… This is my poem for Day 10 (Will soon edit and post the poems for rest of the days.)
Also, in Response to Kim’s (Poets United) prompt of writing succinctly and boldly about a personal experience . Sorry for not keeping it under 100 words, but just had to write it all down to get it on the common grounds for all the readers.. I hope it makes us all find our courage for those in need.
As I turn the leaves of life,
I absorb the elements around,
I shed some that were part of me before
,and I come closer to the reality of life.
As I walk on the path of education,
and as I meet those with wiser thoughts,
I find the horizon more defined,
and I come closer to the reality of life.
As I explore the spaces unexplored,
as I tread the abandoned paths,
I drop the inhibitions blurring my faith,
and I come closer to the reality of life.
As everyday’s trials polish my actions,
and constant learning molds my thoughts,
As I begin to embrace the winds around,
I come closer to the reality of life.
I found this poem tucked randomly in my college notebook. I must have written it during some class. I hope you all enjoyed it.
I am doing a 30 Days series of Poems on ‘Humanity’ This is my poem for Day 9 (Will soon edit and post the poems for rest of the days).
I wake up,
stretch like a lazy cat in my bed,
and welcome my day with a smile for no reason.
I brush my teeth,
checkout myself in the mirror,
and flatter myself with a smile for no reason.
I read the newspaper,
say thanks to mom for the bowl of cereal.
She ruffles my hair with a smile for no reason.
I reach my office,
open the door to Mrs. frosty.
Though she looks obliged but she smiles for no reason.
He croons hello,
Mr Hotiie, the Analyst.
I laugh out loud and keep a daylong smile for no reason.
I pitch my work
to my boss in an hour.
He trashes it all with an empathetic smile and a reason.
I leave from work.
The kid in the next car
makes my day with an innocent smile for no reason.
I meet my friends
at a place not far.
We share a drink and reasons to smile for no reason.
I head home tired,
have food with my family.
My brother winks and gives his knowing smile for no reason.
Then I crawl to my bed,
crash and drift to sleep,
And what remains in my dreams is a smile for no reason.
I am doing a 30 Days series of Poems on ‘Humanity’.. This is my poem for Day 8 (Will soon post the poems for the days missed)
I am trying to be part of NaPoWriMo. This poem skips the day’s prompt, but I hope you all enjoy it.
On just a casual Sunday morning
I casually decide to take a walk down the street.
Casually I walk out of my house,
walk into a pile of trash
Oh, must have been my fault!
Right outside my door is obviously where
it could have been dumped
coz the dustbin across the street is clearly overflowing!
Then casually I saunter down the sidewalk
Almost trip over a boulder.
How silly of me!
I should have remembered or noticed
the last month’s ‘Under Repair’ sign still standing intact.
After all, a ‘little’ delay isn’t a crime.
I gain my balance
and casually head to the other side of the road,
fall flat on my Face!
Alas! where was my attention?
I TOTALLY forgot about the ever dug pot holes.
Who doesn’t walk carefully after it has rained?
I stand up, brush my clothes, sulk a little
then try to casually concentrate on the pleasant sunny day.
Kids playing happily and animatedly beside that open sewer,
Birds chirping away to glory on the clutter of loosely hanging wires,
Cars skillfully parked amidst the fallen trees.
The world certainly seems wonderful!
I walk back home
Remembering to jump and hop my way back
Not so condescending!
RESPECTING the nature and state of things,
Make home in a single piece!
After all, isn’t All well that ends well’?
And again, on the next casual Sunday morning
I very casually decide to walk down the SAME STREET!
I am doing a 30 Days series of Poems on ‘Humanity’.. This is my poem for Day 13 (Will soon post the poems for the days missed)
This poem is inspired by NaPoWriMo‘s prompt of writing a poem about any kind of observations made. Here, I speak about poor state of civic amenities even in the urban cities of India. In future, I will try to write about the non-existence of even the basic amenities in certain parts of the country.
I am Hungry and Tired!
For I seldom get two square meals a day,
and I know not the feeling of a warm bed.
I am Weak and in Pain!
I am aware of the open wound on my left foot,
and I know not the difference between cold and wet!
I will outlet my anger as I deem fit!
For I can see the bones jutting out of my New Born,
and I don’t have the liberty to mourn or regret.
My pockets are empty!
For I am certain to have a waste of most of my days,
and I seldom get a handful of grain for a whole day’s sweat!
Do not run over me!
For I often have sky for a ceiling.
and I pray not falling of my seldom sheds.
I wish I wasn’t guilty!
But I steal and kill if I have no choice,
,and I beg and borrow if I select.
I will stand in the rain!
for I do not try to fit in as I know I’ll be banished!
and I can’t afford to stand up to the rules they set!
I must be Illiterate!
for it doesn’t read right what they ask to read between the lines
,but I believe what they say for they know best.
But Sometimes I wonder
Is it my hunger that makes me weak or do my weaknesses keep me hungry?
Am I weak coz I know not how to demand what I deserve?
Does my ignorance provoke me to the rage I resort to?
Does my lack of a pen make a perpetual hole in my pockets?
Don’t I deserve to make a shed that won’t fall?
Am I guilty for I am easy to be played to be so?
Do I stand in the rain just for the lack of my knowledge of the right paths?
Well, then I really must be Illiterate
For even when I wonder,
I can only see my mind make an Illiterate rhetoric
,and know not how to answer the life’s test.
This poem is to spread awareness about the hardships that millions of people around the world have to face due to their inability to read and write. They have to bear Poverty, Long Term Illnesses, Social Exclusion, and Crime just because of their lack of awareness and and inability to protect themselves and demand their own basic rights.
I am doing a 30 Days series of Poems on ‘Humanity’.. This is my poem for Day 7
It is inspired by NaPoWriMo‘s prompt of writing a rhetorical poem.