Ode to my Earth

My dear earth, were thou done rich
with the never seen green hued forests,
neither dark nor too light blued seas,
finest of grains and pebbles copious.
May be thy maker was not gratified - he
went ahead, in the third rock created faunae - that
cared to keep the creator contented. In the blue planet,
The supreme sighted something incomplete yet
and made a meticulous marvel that could mean.
The wonder in itself did have a quality
to command the creatures other than that.

Tardily the two-legged took up to multiply
and spread evil indefinitely in all directions.
It became a virus and started to infect
the very place that gave shelter and respect.
Such savagely unkind did call itself mankind.
It kept gaining strength and thought in the name
of so called the civilization and culture.
It killed the other produce of the maker
and its convenience did bring the confusion.
The man learnt not only to speak but to snitch,
to cheat, to communicate, to control and to convey.

Man became smart and went against the lord.
For his own progression polluted the place,
sullied the surroundings and reigned the rest.
Nobody to interrogate and to interfere but him.
Fought for survival and sought for soil.
In the beginning, diminutive were their tot and fight,
Later did it injure thine body like a spear of a knight.
With no obligation did he divide the refuge and thy
kept quiet all ages and ages since. Now he is acute
in thy trunk slowly crawling like a serpent,
killing you inch by inch venoming thy tegument.

He is drilling you, ditching you, disturbing your
sweet dormancy for your are slumbering and silent.
He hath spread like a cancer deep all into thine vein
and thou are becoming malignant and still asleep.
Mother earth, you should see thyself for how surly
hath the mankind changed your beauty once held.
Now the seas' blue is dark and dark is black, no land
for sand and dark of the green is now light and faint.
Trees - symbol the nature are fell to form the furniture.
The sound of chirp shall rarely be listened and the roar
of a panther is seldom heard. Brutes are now puppets.

My question to God - "Did thou go mad by the ecstacy of
the establishment, frantic by the felicity of creation
and was that insist thou to create another to hinder the
joy and well being of the other makings?". Man -
hath corrupted a major portion of thy torso and still
spoiling in search of something selfish. Everywhere -
he is found, not even a single piece of ground shall
be sans him. No zone to call its nature's own.
Doubt if God lives on you or man hath edged him out.
He destroyed thy design and erased it eternally.
He modified the making and stupefied stupid to be supreme.

Despite all the despair, discounting all the damage,
to the most ingratitude are you nurturing the numbs.
To whom shall this greatest of qualities arrive?
Such highest form of reverence and patience is one
Ages and ages should study and acquire the care,
Come what may be the hurt and scar, I petition
you to stay calm and not to hate the livings on thy hands.
Should a day sure to come when the human realize and learn
that there is a boundary for tolerance like thou and yearn
till which please keep the birds chirping, seas roaring, clouds
raining then they would all happen by the worldly changes of human mind.

~V2K

Gifted with work

To work in closed rooms and window blinds
the chillness inside keeps me from whats outside.
The condition of the weather, from in, no one finds
and all time work prevents and keeps mine aside.
The tasks come and go that are mostly dumb.
So repeative and accumulative they are for all in.
So sorry that my family and friends find my time some
in vain, is this a penalty for any of my past sin?
The reply is, some lay roads in sun on empty ground,
the scorch of the heat can never be minded by those.
some, giving life to lifeless by colors, can be found
hanging at so tall yet with suffering his life goes.
I am gifted with such a tireless work yet secure,
and now I find no reason that my life is to endure.
~V 2 K

My Flight

With wings so fragile and light,
took in the air my first flight.
to traverse all in my sight,
I took off with all my might.

Covering meadows in green so bright,
I gained I could as much height.
Swifter than the sword of knight,
I flew around feeling so light.

another bird of my kind I am right,
to join the fleet did she invite.
the lamp of desire she did ignite,
to fly over no land far away quite.

No rethink i took but only the flight
together so far did we incite.
with no worries or even little fright,
i followed my fellow with eyes straight.

Was a wacky reason for her to recite
she asked me to leave from that sight.
She left with no trace but me no white,
i marooned in air like a thread-less kite.

I still am flying over oceans right
beneath me with scars of dream delight.
I have no land to rest slight - nor
a pair of ears to hear my plight.

With memories of my flight excite - my
wings feel heavy to carry tonight.
A blue ocean and a heart contrite - are
to cross and only then can I alight.

Wings were strong and fledged that night,
but now growing so weak due to this flight
so long, of all these woes in spite,
I keep at least my thoughts still tight.

Time during flight in me did write - now
hopes do the same to set affairs alright.
with now flown miles to look back trite - I
fly towards where smile and tears unite.

~ V 2 K

Peace on earth

How spent is the spare sense that He gave

Which was to primarily give, forgive and care?

Should He‘ve shown how to use the sense –for

now Man takes, kills and does against Him dare.

In order to show that one is superior and brave

All men started in an insensate way to behave

Killing the fellow beings, innocents and friends,

We turned half of His home more or less a grave.

He gave whatever given to all mutually

To share, protect and to preserve actually

Man hid for one and were given to none.

He is still silent about this injustice done!

I wonder what could the reason be if any,

All I see is only it’s because of money.

And also to fight and kill in His name,

Is to feel, repent and regret in shame.

We all have locks in our hearts – only love

can be the key to open our thoughts.

He Himself shall live in a clement soul

Which only can deserve to fill in His role.

It’s with peace we can reach heights so high,

And have our sky where white doves fly.

It’s His home, that we ought to care and save.

And improvise the beauty to us that He gave

~ V 2 K

A lonely walk

As a lonely traveler I did walk,
Nobody to share and nobody to talk.
Neither could I hear nor could I see.
as the path was too misty and too hazy

The silence of my travel was deafening
yet I kept my pace and kept traveling
So mindless in the mist was I moving,
All I thought was that I am improving.

To a distant music could I listen
And didn't its intensity ever lessen.
Got a sudden might in me to hum
along with that very familiar hymn.

After a while did I hear
a voice coming to me very near.
And now I had someone to chat
About something like this and that.

Lot of dreams went in my mind
Enjoyed them very much so blind.
Crystal clear were the dreams, and
so magical and sweet were their themes.

Opened my eyes and I could see only the mist,
Unclear, vague and couldn't find even a gist
of the dreams I relished and realized only I can have wishes-
for them in life and certainly needn't be granted yes.

My companions told me what - dearly
with, on my shoulders, a pat.
I smiled on those nostalgic dreams,
and marched forward with my team.

I realized my friends were having the same -
kind of travel and don't know how to name!
Can't they be coming with me all the time.
Their journey, for them, was the only prime.

The mist, suddenly, was getting too strong,
and I kept wondering what went wrong!
Kept walking through and had my foot burnt
even smoke resembles mist was the lesson learnt.

I found many people walking with me and felt great.
Soon did i discover no one there and I am desolate.
Yet the melodious sweet music of the familiar hymn
helped in soothing me and making my worries dim.

A long distance had I traveled and my legs pained
thought of taking some rest as I was strained.
Casually I looked back in the hazy place and saw,
my mind and body was struck in total awe.

The scene was clear, bright and decorated colorfully,
cheer, joy and bliss were everywhere so plentifully.
I, then, substantiated a fact that I was nowhere lost
and the most beautiful paths were the ones that I crossed.
~ V 2 K

Emoticons

An amazing piece of art,

to reflect anybody's thought.

To learn, from them, and to note

is even an angry icon is so cute.

~ V2K

The Laughter

As a lightning amidst the clouds,
that lightens even the darkest night,
does the laughter sounding so loud,
to the surroundings so very bright.

The resonance of the laughter is,
something that can never surfeit.
give me more of laughter, oh god,
that makes me and place very sweet.

Oh mighty, too high in honor,
has given a treasure inconspicuous.
I shall call that sense of humor,
and use it liberally though precious.

As does the water in many a field,
does the laughter a drug to all disease.
To numb the pain out, like a shield
and makes so fresh as an evening breeze.

Like a drop to quench for the thirsty throat,
and a cool gentle breeze in the sun so hot
does laughter the magic in the sadness caught
mind and soul and heart in deepest thought.

The light of a candle shall not blow out,
by however intense be the darkness poured.
The laughter will heal, where it breaks out,
even the saddest heart that is deeply gored.

Adding fragrance to the petals of a flower
is to make a happy person laugh. But the true power
of laughter is to bring to the face a grin
of the one that feels sad and lower.

Laughter is one that gives a shoulder to hug
while a lot others turn their back and shrug
to the heart down, heavy, blue and tight
like the warmth of a log fire in a freezing night.

Want to find ways to god? laugh without any block
thats one way, towards you, shall people flock.
spreading laughter and smiles shall, in thine
soul, bring in a quality enormously divine.
~V2K

What's beauty?

The morning rose,
dark in red as it shows,
wet with the dew,
not bloomed fully too,
is this what I call beauty? No!

Half risen sun,
with a hue of crimson,
lighting up the horizon,
For a new day to go on.
is this what I call beauty? No!

Well planned city,
Buildings tall till infinity,
Nicely laid off roads,
From all nodes to nodes.
Is this what I call beauty? No!

Cute little kitten,
that finds us to threaten,
Brownish white puppy
and the tiniest guppy.
Is this what I call beauty? No!

Keenly chiseled sculpture
to precisely depict a culture.
carefully contrived miniature,
to display a mega structure.
Is this what I call beauty? No!

So what is beauty i shall reveal,
its one that gives a happy appeal.
It makes your other thoughts to cease
and takes your mind to absolute peace,
I call that beautiful with total zeal!

- V2K

Hidden help of the traffic

It was half past seven,
I was leaving for my home town,
I undoubtedly will call it heaven,
but the ticking time made me frown

Packed all my things and left home,
reached a bus stop and waited for one,
No time to watch and stand, and
it was a question of my travel planned.

My travel was scheduled to start at nine,
but traffic was getting into my nerve up to spine.
It was getting too late and also i cant run.
so took an auto to the nearest station.

Had no other go but to wait for a bus
couldn't find one and I was in total fuss.
At ten past eight, came a bus and that,
to the worst of my time, had a tyre flat.

Called one of my friends to ask,
if he was at office and done with his task,
and take his help and reach the station
but he was already at his personal location.

With just a few minutes of gap,
did I hire a personal cab.
Vehicles were static for more than a mile,
and the wheels only rolled few inches in a while.

Shouting, yelling, honk and beep,
were heard from each and every jeep.
Such a heavy traffic handled by one cop,
who was dazed showing to move or to stop.

Crawling in the roads inch by inch,
found a narrow street on the left which,
took us, though longer, to the destination
after such a long duration of commotion.

Reached the bus stop with a few minutes delay
and found out that the bus didn't stay.
Yet boarded the inching bus in that total mess.
Happy that even there the traffic was in full stress.

- V2K

The departure

Wheels roll on

as the engine whistles,

green is lit on,

for the journey to move on.

Hands free the windows

that gave way for the talk.

Legs walk as much as it can,

Take care bye bye are the words that span.

Eyes focus the dears,

as hands wave at them.

Many try to hide the tears

but some flow out them.

The train speeds up and

All see others do the same!

A brief sadness yet beautiful is put up,

In both the hearts that wave.

Children leaving Parents

Parents leaving children

friends leaving friends

Spouse leaving spouse.

The platform sees this a thousand times,

yet it can't show pity,

Only can it lend space to stand,

Till the train goes to infinity.

- V2K

Crowd for an icon

A ground and a stage that were empty,
somewhere in the heart of the city.
In which was arranged a spectacular show,
that was to have a hero whom millions bow.

Thousands of visitors at the gate,
totally focused and they had to wait.
Ran with utmost speed inside when
the gates were set completely open.

Using even a centimeter to stand,
to view the show set so very grand.
Such a strong mass growing even stronger,
the crowd was longing and growing longer.

As the hero of the mass made himself appear,
the gathering shouted at top of voice in total cheer.
for the sound directly from his vocal cords which
was always very particularly higher in the pitch.

Uncontrollable was the entire gathering.
Falling, slanting, pushing and rushing.
A lot of women were suffering from suffocation, and
lost children in the crowd awaiting any information.

What's so special about the one single person!
The music that he created was the only reason.
The cheers of the multitude and their exclamation
were really hard to give one elaborate explanation.

I, at times, had a question rising in my mind,
if the commoners were going crazy, wild and blind.
But its the every single note of the musician
that makes it worth and him a real time magician.
- V2K

A ground and a stage that were empty,
somewhere in the heart of the city.
In which was arranged a spectacular show,
that was to have a hero whom millions bow.

Thousands of visitors at the gate,
totally focused and they had to wait.
Ran with utmost speed inside when
the gates were set completely open.

Using even a centimeter to stand,
to view the show set so very grand.
Such a strong mass growing even stronger,
the crowd was longing and growing longer.

As the hero of the mass made himself appear,
the gathering shouted at top of voice in total cheer.
for the sound directly from his vocal cords which
was always very particularly higher in the pitch.

Uncontrollable was the entire gathering.
Falling, slanting, pushing and rushing.
A lot of women were suffering from suffocation, and
lost children in the crowd awaiting any information.

What's so special about the one single person!
The music that he created was the only reason.
The cheers of the multitude and their exclamation
were really hard to give one elaborate explanation.

I, at times, had a question rising in my mind,
if the commoners were going crazy, wild and blind.
But its the every single note of the musician
that makes it worth and him a real time magician.
- V2K

Problems

Right from the birth of every man,
Right from every dawn to dawn,
Circumstances start to play around,
and inconveniences takeoff to pound.

Many say only kids are problem free,
but in truth its not the way i see,
Aged can take handle and give it a try,
while all that can a kid do is only to cry.

Problems, some we take,
and some only we make,
we fight it and our ache,
for time to change it fake.

Problems, some are bruising,
Some are so very accusing,
some come so very abusing,
yet without them life's worth losing.

Problems, they come in all directions,
with assorted shape and level of projections.
Neither can we object nor can we deny,
Its but for us to stand and defy.

Problems, they start off with a smile,
but turn into wicked laughter after a while.
As long as we keep them near and near,
they grow out like a forest fire.

Everyman is very much aware,
that problems do always stare.
One who listens to his mind,
shall make the problems totally blind.

The father looks from above high,
and watches all those who cry and who sigh.
if he will take us to it, be sure
he will also take us through it.

~V 2 K

Changes

As and when the clock keeps ticking,
Something in the world is flipping,

For either improvement or impairment,
Go the changes and thats permanent.

We all undergo changes
with numerous different ranges.

Let it be a kid, boy or man,
changes go on to better a human.

Just as seasons are split into four,
everyone's life is split deep in core.

It being the Pivot on which the earth revolves,
is the reason that all of us evolve.

And yes, its crucial find the change's source
and also more vital is the change's course.

Invited are the ones slow and steady,
but not the ones which occur like eddy.

Drastic ones are cumbersome to bear
and its chore on heart is only to tear.

The one that brings this is only time,
Situations sometimes can also be prime.

Changes are good, important and certain,
For the world to move on without a curtain.
- V2K

When the city went sans light and sound,
I had something that I never had found.
The darkness reveals a wonderful story
that no one can beat the nature's glory.
I could hear the sound of the toad and crickets
and the rustle of leaves and the chirp of insects.
The power of the vision could best be seen
that moonlight is enough to view things so keen.
The colors of light were not in place
and the strength of the sight reached outer space.
I heard a roar of a plane till it faded
and its twinkle was only one that constantly waded.
We all got used to the noise in light,
but the silence of the dark is hard to fight.
God is great that he gives us a chance,
to take, at his creation, atleast a glance.
~V 2 K