Showing posts with label The Poet within. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Poet within. Show all posts

Aug 12, 2007

Quest

Competition, zeal, success, excellence are some of the words that strike us instantly, if we are to think of todays so-called life. All through our adolescent years, the emphasis is solely on these words. Maybe they serve well to pervert us from the usual traits, very characteristic of those charismatic years; from the plethora of thoughts in the young minds - some prodigal, some tender, some mature, som wishful, some naughty. But is that not the way it is supposed to be?? One's got to be naive to choose not to say that those years are the most satisfying and enthralling ones ever.


Today we're giving a lot of impetus to being environment friendly and to proactively deal with pollution and such stuff. For all our so-called maturity and complexity, how do we miss to understand the simple laws of nature, which are quintessential for our very existence.


Streamlining our thoughts, making them unidirectional - not letting our intellect explore the unknown horizons of our own self, as is the case today, what about that?? Is it not pollution?? Don't we need to oblige mother nature in this front too?? Career orientation must be a priority, not a constraint. More than focussing on being successful and looking for excellence, we need to try and develop into complete and accomplished humans in the true sense of word and deeds. We need to live every small experience to its fullest.


This poem presents the musings of a successful person, in deep retrospect.






in my quest for excellence
i was forced to sacrifice
sacrifice things considered petty
yet so very essentially dear

in my quest for excellence
i could'nt build relationships
relationships utterly fragile
yet so very exclusively important

in my quest for excellence
i had to dwindle my priorities
priorities seemingly silly
yet having the multitudes of life

in my quest for excellence
i simply lost my life
a life of going-to-live
a life never really lived

now i wonder what excellence really is
is it discovering happiness in life
or discovering life in happiness itself
happiness so arrogantly elusive to me

Aug 11, 2007

Chaos

Des: This one's about the contemporary world...the way we see the world today, the way it'd been since the war times, not much of a difference anyways....But even the catastrophe of the world war in all its colossal magnitude had certain undoubted contributions to the mankind...say for example...the world war-II created a sense of urgency and competence in the scientific world...with a venom never-seen as yet till date, for that age. Well in terms of scientific progress, we'd have to accept the wartime (the cold war included), as a golden era.



Humanity is the sole virtue, a virtue which could never be lost, that binds us all together in the face of the dwarfing situations...and humanity like any other virtue, has the tendency to rise like a phoenix, victorious, everytime its roots are put into jeopardy, by forces insolently dark.

Painting Courtesy: Claude Monet


Dreams of shadows...
towers of death...
streams of blood...
no trifle of regret...

heaps of the dead...
loads in dread...
weapons of fire...
lives gone haywire...

child in the darkness...
chilled by the night...
ignorant innosence...
death showing its might...

plethora of hatred...
sons of lust...
fear and anger...
defeating the love...

fear in the mind...
deceit in the eye...
zeal in the heart...
direction lost...

cities destroyed...
emotions distorted...
all that is left...
is ruins from the past...

this feeling of guilt...
this pain from within...
tough to control...
better forget...

demons from the past...
hovering aghast...
cruelity personified...
humanity in doldrums...

questions of intellect...
force so brute...
supression intended...
rebirth imminent...

glimmer of hope...
days not far...
war and terror...
never stand a chance...

this dismay this destruction...
rennaisance in the shaken souls...
re-forging humanity...
with castings of CHAOS'...

P.S: Observe the physical shape of the poem, a Sceptre, of humanity...a beacon...only passing hands, never yet extinguished!!!