11 Apr 2010


Red Rivers of Blood have gushed since ages on this Earth,
Edging past the corpses of Men, who had a different Birth.
Land, Wealth or Women, never led to such Serious Fights,
Instigated none to such extent, to ignore the Human Rights.
Gates of Heaven, it Promises, will open for those who Abide,
In God’s Name they fight, with no remorse in their Red Eyes.
Opium of Masses it is, exclaim hapless learned now and then,
Nonetheless, it has its tight grip on millions of Mango Men.

As Roshmi commented in my previous post, the poet in me is resurfacing. Well here, I present to you an ACROSTIC after my raw attempts at Cinquain, Mirror Cinquain and Haiku, other peculiar forms of poetry.

Wikipedia defines it as,

An acrostic is a poem or other form of writing in which the first letter, syllable or word of each line, paragraph or other recurring feature in the text spells out a word or a message.

It is a pretty popular form of writing having been employed by great literary geniuses like Edgar Alan Poe and Lewis Carrol amongst others. I got introduced to it recently by a new Blog-a-Tonic, Nishali Chand.

I hope you liked it. However, more importantly, I'll not like to dilute the message in this poem with this literary gibberish. 

Can any kind of violence be justified in the name of religion?

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4 Apr 2010


The Brain is such a tricky thing;

Best, kept occupied with random stuff.

Once it loses this virtual zing,

  Pops up real questions pretty tough.

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