Wavelength

This is a poem that I wrote in a very desperate time of my life, the things that have ultimately lead me to be what I am now. You may make of it whatever you want.


Wavelength

And I found myself writing,
It's all about the calculations,
I am just a varied wavelength,
Not suited for anyone approval;

So strike: strike down tribulation lightning,
For thou art on the 7th cloud,
For as a castaway do you stay,
on an island not at people's bay.

Down: down with the wreath do they send you,
Dawned with a face singed with an evil grin.

Oh! Why do you find yourself crying,
Hiding your tears,
Flapping  desperately in this endless abyss,
Forever alone shall you remain: as such.

What, Oh! just what went wrong here,
People trying desperately to be the same,
All wavelength tuned to one,
All the magic answered through the same damn call.

Until you are just one....
One with the matrix.

A person playing by the games rule,
Knowing not the bliss your soul desire,
Finding your path hard to deviate,
Finally leading your progeny past the same lane.

For thou art afraid,
Afraid of the deviation,
Afraid that even they might hurt and shatter,
Shatter like the beauty glass you were.

Impertinent Death

Lingering by the shadows,
Giving fear to all,
Making one fall,
Every day you come and go,
Taking life at a go.

To heaven or hell you decide,
No one knows where you reside,
Some say it is an eternal sleep,
While other's stay behind and weep.

An ominous surrounding around death's bed,
As men and women clad in black circumjacent,
No voice raised out loud,
As children and elders pray to the profound.

For each one know's not,
What lies beyond this curtain of life,
For each one wonder's,
About the death looming over one's head.

As the black sceptre encroaches,
Staying above one's shoulder's
By a thread that's ready to snap,
Alas without a moments word.

 The weeping one's stay behind,
With reminiscent thought's in their eyes,
For they have lost a person close to them,
A beloved father, mother or friend,
A relative that was close at hand.

Death a being of tragedy,
But hopeful prayers follow as a devotee,
To the one that passed away,
For a better life for their way.

Farmer's April

April is a month of heat waves in the equatorial countries and one's by it which makes life for the one's who truly feed us, our dear farmer's life miserable. I read time and again about farmers committing suicide because their crops fail them. Because they cannot sustain their own or their families life. Now let's make this post global to aware the authorities around the world the plight of the true breadwinners 'the farmers' and make them take an initiative to help them.

Farmers April

To what purpose April do you return again,
This month has always given me pain.
Standing there mocking me my crops fail,
It gives me sadness that I can only wail.

This desolate fortitude of land,
That has turned into a pile of sand,
Stares back at me in mirth,
As it turns into hopeless dearth.

Every day I toil around,
To see the land a bit more browned,
With my hopes up do I work again,
To turn around what is now a bane.

For this month of my sleeps terror,
Has led me back again further,
With death mocking me as my crops fail,
To what purpose April do you return again?

Update #4: Ravages Of Time

Time.... A great spectrum of undefined vastness. Every being lives in it, goes by its flow and submerges into it. People get by day to day without realising and ravishing the beauty called time. As each second passes by, as each moment drifts off, one does not simply realize the essence that is lost forever. People always say that there is time, I will do this or that tomorrow, I  have plenty of time, when they do not realize that they never are the sole governors of time. Time is a sovereign that puts its law in front of us, abide and be successful, ignore and get into the infinite loop of maya (illusion). The world is said to be an illusion, it is especially true for the procrastinators for they do not see the world for what it truly is. They go day by day postponing things that had to be done at moments where it was essential, and ultimately fail to realize and do so.

Time.... It passes by us like a leaf on a stream of water, gentle and ever flowing but once it passes by us you never get that opportunity to catch by it again. My Geography teacher had once told me "Time and Tide once lost can never be with again". It is a profound aspect of mystery that he shared with me that day. I had gone into a in depth study of time at that moment and realised that yes, what he said is true. Time is a aspect that takes away one's innocence, ravages past your feelings, make's you grow and then ultimately merges you with earth. Time always show you the truth, be it now or 10 or 50 years later, time always tell the truth. The beat of a wing by the butterfly or giving birth to your child or sending your daughter away in marriage may be the most beautiful thing that you may have witnessed but do think what if you were not there at that moment, what if you could never have been part of that essence.

Time.... An infinite mystery there within. We perceive time in our standards, our measurements and to our liking. We perceive time as the sun and moon revolves. We start to perceive them from birth to death. But in any moment have you stopped to think, what is time, what it has done to you?
So now stop for a moment and take this brain storm session to the peak by thinking how you can ultimately manage this limited amount of time you have , in comparison to the vast amount of your ancestors or future generation. Think how meaningful you can make your life. How much you can enjoy the essence of beauty that surrounds you.

If you guys ever want to have an in depth conversation with me regarding life or my poetry please do contact dstriker2654@gmail.com

100 Faces

The man with 100 faces,
Passes through the town in a daze,
As people enquire about thee,
Will they find no history.

The face changes time to time,
Situations arise and subside,
No one knows your true face,
Or your murderous gaze.

Fickle or sweet thy decide,
As he changes his face,
Like a scene from a dream,
Fast and ever changing is his face.

A sneer behind that infamous mask,
Plotting for the next act,
Smiling and deceptive at all times,
Until the tiger has pounced and attacked.

Sweet you may feel he is,
Soft hearted you may say,
When truly frozen is he,
Iced from head to toe.

It as hardships thy say,
That changed him into the beast,
But pray tell innocence,
Are thou a simple being mutated.

As the 100 faces he possess,
Turn around and escape thy wonder,
Is it a poor soul or a vicious beast,
Behind this sweet mask that he possess.

A Livelihood Ode

Fun am I not,
Detailed am I very,
A few perks here and there,
With a heart soft to touch.

Lonely is my soul,
Long do I for company,
Assassins of words and looks do murder me,
Leaving none back to reside.

Destroyed like a rag doll,
Pitying on my feelings,
A crisp that shall break,
Forever to be apart.

Onward shall look the onlooker's,
Miserable as they truly are,
A livelihood ode to many,
Oh! do they guard their hearts.

Lies and deceit do I see,
Honour bound none again,
"Where did thou go my knight!" do they say,
When the chivalry is right in front of their eyes.

The heart keeps on burning,
Lighting like it's on bees wax,
Ablaze goes all the feelings,
Until a stony residue stays back.

A mask of deceit shall they wear,
Prying on the onlookers,
For nothing resides back in,
Their hearts and their souls.

For the innocence like a dew drop,
Born with a radiance,
Not to know the hour of its essence,
to be meddled with the earth again.

'Heartless' the onlookers say,
Not knowing about the shriveled heart,
Ignorant about the damage they caused,
Until its too late to turn back again.

Until the poor soul has fallen into the depths again,
Without air,
Without a gasp,
Asphyxiated are they go down that hole.

Some crack under the pressure and raid for the mask,
Some on the other hand,
Oh! do goes for the heavenly abode,
Without as much of a thought as the wisp of flame disappears.

 Some again turn and become invisible,
Their eyes soulless,
Negligent about their surroundings,
Living their lives with a heavy heart.

Their talents unnoticed and untapped,
Their essence unappreciated,
While all uselessness is put up stage front,
Cheers Oh! do go to such ones.

And so on goes the livelihood ode,
A dark tale of mine or yours,
All throughout life do remember,
It is your choices,your words,
Stay back and be held back.

The world is a marshy land,
with none to spare an eye,
Treasure what you have,
Hold them close,
For once even that's lost,
What else do you have........?