23 Jul 2009

The Eternal Labyrinth of a Materialistic Life

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.


Sugandha Gupta said...

thoughtful n interestin :)
I like it!!!

Subhayan Mukerjee said...

wonderful mate!

BK Chowla, said...

Vipul,excellent.You seem to getting better everyday.

Bharathi said...

Very 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.

Ava said...

My adulterated heart is also sad for the same :(

Sometimes I wish to live minimalistically -- but am so spoilt

pawan said...

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!

Good one mate!

Keep writing poems!
It kinda suits you!

Dhiman said...

Wow a very good poem....

Vipul Grover said...

Thnx frnds. Um really happy tht u all liked this one:)

@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;)

Roshmi Sinha said...

A very nice poem indeed! Keep writing more...

Vipul Grover said...

thnx 4 appreciating:) yup, they'll keep cuming..

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Neeraj Shinde said...

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!

Roshmi Sinha said...

About the 'IndiBlogger of the month' bit... been there done that :)

Good luck!

Vipul Grover said...

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 :)

Thanks so much Roshmi.. It means a lot :)

aayan said...

Nice. !

Vipul Grover said...

Thnx Gyanban :)