Oh lord! Tell me how should I live
in this world of yours....
which is full of numb hearts.
No feeling can break this numbness;
It acts as a shield.
No arrow of wisdom can penetrate it and reach the heart.
It blocks the connection between heart and mind.
Thus fearless, the mind is allowed to stray
in the world, full of sadism, fights and fray.
Oh lord! Tell me how should I live
in this world of yours....
wherein every single good has to face the forces of evil ;
And fight out its way right till the end.
The end comes only when,
the wounded heart and weary hands join forces;
And call out to you for just one thing -- Justice!
And then it dawns upon you, the sole creator of this universe,
that truth should prevail ;
Why wait till the end ,God, why wait till the end?
Oh lord! Tell me how should I live
in this world of yours....
wherein you yourself can't live.
Can you live in these benumbed hearts?
And control those corrupted minds residing in the very body
you boast of as your creation?
Stop watching the show now, oh lord!
Its time for you to act.
This podium awaits your entry!
We have played our part;
Now you have to play yours.
--- Saurabh
Saturday, May 9, 2009
A man with a missing heart
I pray to you my dear God,
just take away this heart of mine;
for it thumps on the beats of her hymn;
And then my brain, at my heart's bidding
brings to me countless memories flooding.
Memories of one rainy day,
with just one shield to put the rain at bay.
A pair of beating hearts and shaky hands
clutching the stem one above the other;
And lo! there blew a strong gust,
with the thundering as a witness, confess I must
that a chill ran through my body and my hair stood on their end;
It was but a maiden feeling, of a touch, I didn't comprehend.
For there were a pair of hands closing on a pair of other;
A flying parasol and striking rain ceased to bother.
This very moment seemed to me like an eternity.
For it toured me through a world full of insanity.
A world, wherein the heart spake more than the tongue;
And there was love in the air and love in the song.
From that night on, ma cherie,
I preferred living in my own world merry.
I worshipped the path which every day you tread;
And to say about sorrow, there wasn't even a shred.
I hummed with the bees and danced with the flowers;
And I warned the drones, lest they mistake you to a flower.
Without you in my dreams, the moon didn't dare rise;
And to disturb my sleep, the cock didn't think it wise.
For in dreams, I perceived this cruel world as the sheriff of Nottingham,
with me as the gallant Sherwood thief
and you, my pretty Maid Marian.
I have countless memories of you , my dear;
And countless more to forgive.
For I would trade with the devil, a thousand deaths,
for each of them to live.
With pleasant thoughts of a union, one eve,
I set out on a pony smart;
Only to return by the ghastly night
with a sobbing and broken heart.
Thy death made my world, a sphere hollow;
For I was handed a poison, even difficult to swallow.
For many a days after, my eyes dwelled in an empty trance;
And for every girl that passed by the window,
the pair rushed for a hopeful glance.
Sobbing by thy grave, I questioned my destiny.
Were my deeds that bad, or had I committed a felony?
For such a misery, I was compelled to partake;
And with every smile I wore, my love was at stake.
Much better than this heartless God, I thought,
much better a man, so merciful as Mister Hugo;
For beside sweet Esmeralda, was buried her hunchback Quasimodo.
And here I was, as dead as I was alive;
And like a fish out of water,
breaking every nerve to survive.
If ever, my destiny, upon me shall smile;
and lay me in death, beside ye, after a life so futile;
when there remains not an iota, for my destiny to thwart,
Here will lie a man with a missing heart.
---- Saurabh
[For those of you who reached the end of this poem...I really appreciate your patience ;) ]
just take away this heart of mine;
for it thumps on the beats of her hymn;
And then my brain, at my heart's bidding
brings to me countless memories flooding.
Memories of one rainy day,
with just one shield to put the rain at bay.
A pair of beating hearts and shaky hands
clutching the stem one above the other;
And lo! there blew a strong gust,
with the thundering as a witness, confess I must
that a chill ran through my body and my hair stood on their end;
It was but a maiden feeling, of a touch, I didn't comprehend.
For there were a pair of hands closing on a pair of other;
A flying parasol and striking rain ceased to bother.
This very moment seemed to me like an eternity.
For it toured me through a world full of insanity.
A world, wherein the heart spake more than the tongue;
And there was love in the air and love in the song.
From that night on, ma cherie,
I preferred living in my own world merry.
I worshipped the path which every day you tread;
And to say about sorrow, there wasn't even a shred.
I hummed with the bees and danced with the flowers;
And I warned the drones, lest they mistake you to a flower.
Without you in my dreams, the moon didn't dare rise;
And to disturb my sleep, the cock didn't think it wise.
For in dreams, I perceived this cruel world as the sheriff of Nottingham,
with me as the gallant Sherwood thief
and you, my pretty Maid Marian.
I have countless memories of you , my dear;
And countless more to forgive.
For I would trade with the devil, a thousand deaths,
for each of them to live.
With pleasant thoughts of a union, one eve,
I set out on a pony smart;
Only to return by the ghastly night
with a sobbing and broken heart.
Thy death made my world, a sphere hollow;
For I was handed a poison, even difficult to swallow.
For many a days after, my eyes dwelled in an empty trance;
And for every girl that passed by the window,
the pair rushed for a hopeful glance.
Sobbing by thy grave, I questioned my destiny.
Were my deeds that bad, or had I committed a felony?
For such a misery, I was compelled to partake;
And with every smile I wore, my love was at stake.
Much better than this heartless God, I thought,
much better a man, so merciful as Mister Hugo;
For beside sweet Esmeralda, was buried her hunchback Quasimodo.
And here I was, as dead as I was alive;
And like a fish out of water,
breaking every nerve to survive.
If ever, my destiny, upon me shall smile;
and lay me in death, beside ye, after a life so futile;
when there remains not an iota, for my destiny to thwart,
Here will lie a man with a missing heart.
---- Saurabh
[For those of you who reached the end of this poem...I really appreciate your patience ;) ]
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