Wail Of Woods And The Waters

Wail Of Woods And The Waters

Don't you hear,
The Wailing echos,
Of the woods and the waters,
From heavens above, hell below,
And the frozen earth,
That 's in between?

Sandwiched by greed and gold,
Sharpening their vicious fangs every passing day.
Can't you hear,
The plight of the dirty moon,
Bloody with innocent sacrifices?

But inside their icy crags,
A demon huge and mighty lies,
The eternal demon:
Among the morning coffee cups,
The marshmallows and the buns,
Hides himself in the shadows,
Yours and Mine.

Damned yet boasting profound,
Of his legions strong and endless,
Fed on evil, every soul consumed.

Can't you hear,
The wailing plight,
Of the woods and the waters,
And of the frozen earth.

                                  G.K

Things Fall Apart

Things Fall Apart

("Turning and Turning the widening gyre,
The falcon cannot hear the falconer")

Things fall apart, the center does not stand,

Though this be my fault, yet not of my hand;

And O mother, damned thou art, the beastly sun tanned,

The greens, I see turning to mounds of sand.

Seldom does the cuckoo sing, on the branches green,

And seldom from the meandering river, flow sweet water clean;

It was not the picture I saw, the seen scene,

Minds of the new age, the mean human machine.

That slimy, smoky, greasy monster of tin,

With ferrous jaws, a shiny metallic skin;

Feasting on your dear's lives with a crafty grin,

Happy, happy, he was, for the loose and his win.

And alas! My fate, I see no blossoms bloom,

Mother, barren thou art, your empty womb;

Sadness lurking, with a misty gloom,

The day of death, it is, the day of doom.

I could have stopped him when he was child,

Should have stopped him, when he was a child;

Though as boy, he was meek and mild,

And how could I know, he'd turn so wild.

I saw not his willy hands nor his heart cold,

Yet all warned me, stop him, they told;

I didn't, thought he was growing just being bold.

And now I lament mother, for all humanity's pain,

To mankind, it will remain forever a stain.

Why not did I stop him, Why not?

                                                  G.K

A Rose With A Sigh.

A Rose With A Sigh

( On the pathetic situation of Manipur)

Music! The string of life,

Melody, the doleful sister twin;

Pulsate the vibrating turmoil,

Fill my cup of joy with tears. ( Or vice versa)

Oh! Trailing moods in ecstasy,

In the meadow of wild frenzy;

Counting the colours of the rainbow forever,

Flaming hearts in distant calls.

A rose with a wailing night,

Fragrance in the icy beads;

Trodden in frozen pavements,

A winter's tale, that is music.

In your birth,

A music was heard;

In my death...........

....... a poem is born.

                                          G.K

Carta Magna

CARTA MAGNA

I love you.

Do you love me?

Yes, I love you too.

Hmm....................

A long silence.

We don't need tanks and fighters.

We don't need fighters and tanks.

My airfields, I'll dismantle, destroy, demolish.

Will make a farm instead.

Growing corns and watermelons I'll live.

Maybe someday I'll produce more and share with you.

My tank plants a plenty that you fear,

I'll make farms of it too,

Growing sweet potatoes and beans.

Maybe someday I'll produce more and share with you.

Lets make a deal.

Let the pact be signed.

The treaty is Charted.

Yet, deep down my thought,

I feel insecure. I'll spare some of my fighters.

Some of my artilleries I'll save.

I feel insecure deep down my thought.

              

                                                        G.K

Vox Clamantis in Deserto

Vox Clamantis in Deserto

(If there be any fear I fear most, I fear myself the most)

Whilst strolling down the purple moor,

Among the chilly winter fogs that eve;

I saw no men (nor any women either), along the frosty moor,

As far as my vision could perceive.

Like dancing ghouls the trees did stand,

Vicious shadowy figures of a lofty height;

It chilled my bones and froze my hand,

Like a daunted dream of a ghastly night.

Among the gusty trees, I heard a sound,( or  maybe from somewhere farer)

Startled, yet not to fear, I tried so hard;

Was that the howl of a bloody hound,

Or a piquant tune of a lonely bard?

The eerie winds brought to my numbing ear,

Sinful melancholous wails from the wild;

It rattled my ruffled soul with fear,

And left me dismayed as a lone child.

I heard cries of agony and of pain,

Oft of despair, filled with a morbid tear;

Looked for the one lamenting, yet in vain,

For I saw no soul upon, far and near.

A thought sinister came to my frightened mind,

That it was my deepest fear, I just heed;( fear from self, howsoever awkward it may seem)

For some soul I looked for, yet never did find,

Alas! It was not a cry from the wilderness,

But of my heart instead.

                                                                    G.K