As I sit down with a pen and a pad
To wipe off this melancholy with a swab
I try to break this deafening chime
Searching for some rhythm and some rhyme
Concoction of words from here and there
Put together to help me somehow share
Share the intricacies of my heart
Waiting for the monotony to depart
There are some who always bear a smile
Pretending as if every thing is sublime
But the truth is that life somehow irks
For some due to work, for some no work
Life is becoming alienating day by day
Clouding our thoughts from the warming rays
Everyone is moving at one's own pace
Trying to outdo others in an impersonal race
Money has taken the centre stage
Everyone incarcerated in this binding cage
It is the means and the end to all
Lifting some, while the others fall
Since childhood, we just hear this rant
Preparing us for a life like a worker ant
There is none who escapes this labyrinth
All stuck here, be the pauper or the king
I want to be a heretic, not one of them
Bask in eternal sunshine, not eclipsed protem
But I realise, even this sunshine comes at a cost
Find myself ensnared here, just out of sorts
Like others, I am dependent on all of these
The gadgets, the commodities, the material things
Can you sacrifice these to live peacefully
No, replies my adulterated heart sheepishly.
wonderful mate!
ReplyDeleteVipul,excellent.You seem to getting better everyday.
ReplyDeleteVery nice post. I was about to write a post on 'Fear' which may have some similar ideologies. Will let you know once I post that. It would be great if you write more like this.
ReplyDeleteMy adulterated heart is also sad for the same :(
ReplyDeleteSometimes I wish to live minimalistically -- but am so spoilt
The first time I got addicted to your blog was the first time I read a poem of yours on your 50th post! I loved it and I'm happy to find you wearing your poetic cap again!
ReplyDeleteGood one mate!
Keep writing poems!
It kinda suits you!
Wow a very good poem....
ReplyDeleteThnx frnds. Um really happy tht u all liked this one:)
ReplyDelete@bharathi nd pawan.. i mostly adopt poetic medium wn thrs a lot 2 say bt few wrds:) so will keep cuming with sch posts wnevr, gt stck in sch situation;)
A very nice poem indeed! Keep writing more...
ReplyDeletethnx 4 appreciating:) yup, they'll keep cuming..
ReplyDeleteWith utmost satisfaction, i would like to inform you that this post of yours has been selected as a suiting piece to honor my newly installed wall of fame.(SECTION POETRY)
ReplyDeleteSo, I would like you to take out some of your precious time and gimme a small writeup introducing this post in about 40-50 words to mail address:rahul938@gmail.com
I would also appreciate it if you could nominate some more posts(including yours) which can be pinned up on my wall.
yours truly
RSV
That's the story of every other man in the world! Remember the song by Papa Roach - Between Angels and Insects!... there's no possession, only obsession!
ReplyDeleteAbout the 'IndiBlogger of the month' bit... been there done that :)
ReplyDeleteGood luck!
Hey, neeraj being an illiterate when it comes to western music, can't appreciate your example properly but yeah these words sum up this poem nicely :)
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Roshmi.. It means a lot :)
Nice. !
ReplyDeleteThnx Gyanban :)
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