Friday, July 31, 2009

The Empty Bench

The Empty Bench



Why does the bench in the park today lie empty?

What could be the reason for this unique soliloquy?

The place where associations have often been frayed,

Where the enactment of affections have been played.



Why does the bench in the park lie empty today?

The place where everlasting friendships have been made,

This seat which always hears, but never judges,

The vicious gossip, and surreptitious human grudges.



Why does the bench in the park today lie empty?

The place where bad news conveyed, while silently wept he,

A proud father’s first-born, a girl, announced with pomp,

The slum boy’s daily meal finished with one chomp



Why does the bench in the park lie empty today?

The unassuming couple’s guilty secret of love made,

This seat that knows all about flawed human nature,

Another teenage pregnancy, should it have preached her?



Why does the bench in the park today lie empty?

The place of silent meditation, mood swings aplenty,

That homeless man’s nightly palais-grande,

That stirred boy’s promise of ‘someday…’



No more do we have time to leisurely ‘sit and stare’.

To escape our mundane existence, strip our emotions bare.

To let loose ones frustrations, engage in trivial parley,

Why does the bench in the park lie empty today?


PS: The reference to W. H Davies is purely intentional. J

Saturday, July 25, 2009

The saviour


I wrote the first 4 lines for a photograph published on a photography forum. Was inspired enough to complete the rest.

A nation in shatters, Armageddon in sight,
An entire people cowering in fright.
A prophesy which speaks of a saviour in crest,
That a young man shall rise far above the rest.

No ordinary man is he, evident from sight,
Not one for the herd, he stands quietly polite.
Could this be the second coming? Inquisition underway,
An insouciant wave of the hand, keeps the doubters at bay.

One man; Can one man take on the world’s evils?
Bitterly cynical that we are, doubt him gleefully we will.
A man nay a boy who is to realize his true calling,
In a morbidly repulsive world which is beyond appalling.

In his naiveté, in human compassion he trusts,
He appeals to the masses: good, evil and the rest.
Little does he realize that our sins have numbed us all,
People listen, some curse some admire, everyone awaits his fall.

Are we beyond aid? Obstinate as a mule he refutes,
Sets about brewing up a revolution, his plan simple yet astute.
“Tenderness, benevolence, show the other cheek,
Honesty, altruism, forgiveness is not a sign of the weak”

Alas, his belief overlooked a tiny little fact,
Us humans, we have none of those qualities intact.
Our foolish hero, try as he may, failed miserably
Dismissed as another raving lunatic,
not a scratch on the surface he made

Shattered, not beaten our champion trudges on,
Appeals to the young, the elderly forgone.
Ah, the youth of the nation, our lone shining star,
Little does he realize their minds have atrophied
To a land far far afar.

Beaten and disheartened, too much to take is the pain.
He tried, he failed, a fallen hero in vain
An inviting blade upon the table lies,
Spluttering and gurgling, in solitude he dies

Valentine's Day Poetry - 14th Feb 2009

Inspired by yesterday afternoon’s depressing conversation with Pankaj.

This valentine's Day, I do not plan to take her out,
I plan to take her home and all day make out.
I'll suck on her lips till all her nector is drained,
When I'm done and choose another will her expression be pained?

I, for one, do not believe in love only one,
The more you have it the more you have fun.
you may wonder "boy does this guy lack tact",
all I can say is "ah, the joy's of a 6-pack".