Sleepy Joe..

Photo courtesy ~ jinterwas~

This poem was written during my college times

The mind was wandering,
The neurons needed gardening,
The plants need manure,
Our mind also needs a lure,
Its like a beast of burden,
Always requiring a warden,
Killing time is like hell,
For the mind it is like a bottomless well,
The time is not ticking,
The hunger also accompanying,
The teacher asking to concentrate,
The mind does not want to germinate..
I want to escape,
Wow its 12 o’clock, time for a break

The Rock..

The waves come and hit me hard..
They hope I move at-least a quarter yard,
My fate is made, they cant make me move,
Someday I hope to be a poet’s muse..

Alone I stand in the turbulent sea,
Trying hard to set myself free,
But I am grounded in this dreaded earth,
I live and die in my place of birth..

The Chai Crew…

Photo courtesy -striatic-

The eerie silence is in the air,
It’s like Rapunzel in her tower of dispair,
Silence is afraid and it wants to move,
Make way, here comes the Chai crew .

The crystals go to the bottom of the cup,
The Tea bag and milk make the crux,
The arresting stress, gives a boo-hoo,
Move over, here comes the Chai crew

The laughter and giggles cover the air,
The jokes are hidden unaware,
Sad tears are history, happy tears are anew,
Move over, here comes the Chai crew

The dark transforms to light,
The smiles turn to bright,
New Relations begin to brew,
Take a bow, here comes the Chai crew..

The Morning Routine

Photo courtesy -Alex E. Proimos-

Honk Honk goes the bus in-front,
The pedestrians look back and grunt,
The rickshaw sees the golden path,
The cyclist unleashes his wrath,

The road is like a pinball game,
Where obstacles are in vain,
The traffic signals are the pause,
The flyovers are a lost cause,

People standing with their tags loose,
Half awake , half on snooze,
Awakened by the intermittent honks,
Thinking about evening haunts.

Hope

Photo courtesy -mysza831-

The hazy skies,
The pain inside,
The cloud of opportunities,
Locked inside..

The sword of lightning,
Striking through the clouds,
The clouds open up,
Releasing the pain inside..

The drops of life,
Fall out of the skies,
The paddy fields,
Look at the sky and smile..

Anger

Photo courtesy -JelleS-

The mind is in a bind,
The thoughts all in rewind,
The past is raising its head,
I thought those memories were dead..

The brain is making its move,
The emotions have no clue,
The control on anger is vain,
The man inside is in pain.

The eyes are burning with desire,
To set these thoughts on fire,
The fire gives rise to rage,
The beast is out of the cage..

The Circle of Life

Photo courtesy -David Terrazas-

The innocent child crawled on the floor..
His first instinct was to explore,
He crawled around with no destination,
The mother looked on in admiration..

Time went by and he went to school,
He started  building a dictionary of rules,
His open mind built a tiny picket fence,
The mother looked on with innocence..

He grew up into a strong healthy man,
The fence was now made of cement and sand,
He maneuvered through life’s roller-coaster ride,
The mother peeked over the fence with pride..

He married, had a child, and had a revelation,
His child crawled around with no destination,
His giant wall began to crumble and he was teary eyed,
He hugged his mother as she rested satisfied..

The Lie

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Unreal is this dream I had,
The characters of which were bad,
The dark sea and the gory sky,
I hope I did not tell that lie

It taunts me and follows me around,
I am in a casket in the ground,
My vision soaring in the sky,
I hope I did not tell that lie

I am falling into an abyss deep,
As you sow, so you reap,
My emotions are making me cry,
I hope I did not tell that lie

An Idea..

The Dark night followed me,
The cool wind blew through the lonely tree,
My thoughts flowed freely,
Connected by a thread of serenity..

There was a line of light in the sky,
The big rounded clouds began to cry,
The sky lion gave a commanding roar,
A sound my thought deers could not ignore..

The sound minions were dancing in my brain,
Passing from ear to ear in a single lane,
From a crowd of thoughts it appeared,
A small lonely idea who inspired..

The Meeting..

The Large Mountains covered the huge skies,
The Moon is on Duty, the Sun there lies,
The Birds start chirping, the Moon is tired,
The Sun Wakes up, as he is required..

Beyond the mountain he hears a sound,
The Babbling brook doing its round,
The old friend he wants to meet,
Together they make a photo sweet..