Destruction of Creation

I wonder if
you can tell me
not to tell anyone
that they bother me;

For noisy snobs
throughout the world
haven’t disappeared, just yet.
And the day you can
swallow your head whole
will be that day, I’ll bet.

Mountain peaks
clouds of dust
unbroken dreams
all in one piece;
Endless skies
alike the limit
would never drown
in the great seas.

The smell of books
and stupid looks
have not one thing
in them, common.
The peace in hearts
and selfless minds
all are marvellous
beauties, forgotten.

Silken clothes and
golden necks
seem to be for
what we care;
All the dreams
of the hopeful past
seem like they
weren’t there

The music, dance,
culture, tradition
All withering into
heaps of ash,
Like us, humans
treat our motherland
so badly that it
vanishes in a flash.

For all that it took
to create such marvels
Do we destruct
so early?
When did we start
this foolish way
of what is boyish
and girly?

See, not everything is
As easy as it seems
And neither were their
hopes and dreams.
Let us not shatter them
Like mirror glass
For life isn’t just
For letting it pass.

The Letter

I wrote to her
about my day;
About hers
asked her to say.

She replied;
‘Without writing
Life is dull;
Otherwise,
it is full
of joyous thoughts
and joyous feelings
And a smile
that’s appealing.
These feelings come
to visit me
Like in the
doctor’s room
Urge my arm
to move, to write!
Then beautiful words
begin to bloom.
Your heart is expressed
as a string of alphabets
You aren’t stressed
That feeling is all gone.
You stare to the sky
words begin to flow
They keep on flowing
until dawn
No other feeling
or thought or idea
That requires
your brain or brawn
enters your mind
at the moment
of inspiration and words.
And soar through a page
like in the sky, birds
And here, with a broken arm
whether noticing
or maybe not
with only writing
in my mind,
as a thought.
If I were someone else
I doubt to have
written what I did today.’

I stared in awe at the words
written so beautifully,
with such pain.
And I wrote back to her
‘Tomorrow, I promise to
write to you again’.

The Beanstalk of Virtue

There was one day when a beanstalk grew…
High into the sky it towered up to the sun,
And then the days of darkness had begun…

The plants stopped growing, the land grew bare.
There was nothing but darkness, like the sun wasn’t there.

A shadow fell over the grass which was green,
the land around was unseen.

A lighthouse on the coast was watching the bay,
when it noticed the night during day.

There a girl who not many knew,
away the darkness decided to shoo.

Out of the lighthouse she came with a lamp,
the air was salty and very damp.

Looked around her and spotted what the dark source may be,
a tall and upstanding anonymous… tree?

She walked to the stalk, and to where it went,
and wondered from where it could have been sent.

She made up her mind to set the sun free
from the boulder that blocked it and all that may be.

She knew she had taken too big a leap
as she climbed over the stalk leaves that were steep

The leaves were huge, the stalk and them alike;
It’d be a pretty place for a hike.

But her tiny black shoes pushed hard against the stem
as she tried to get past it and them.

Along the way she panted and puffed
and sometimes stopped, sat down and huffed.

Amongst her biggest fears was one of falling down
But she didn’t dare to look below her peasant gown

Stumbling and whopping, she went on the track
Now that she’d begun, there was no looking back.

A girl in a lighthouse that she was before
was climbing up a stalk that would soon be no more

As she finally reached the top of her goal…
She saw the Sun, glorious and bright!
With protection it would have been a marvellous sight.

But the rays of the Sun went right into her eyes,
and she fell right from the skies.

She was frightened and in great pain.
She tried to grab the stalk in vain.

One of the leaves got caught in her shoe,
and she tried hard to pull herself up too.

Tugged, she did, with all her might,
but the leaf around her shoe just became tight.

She had the determination in her heart, she had the courage too
She had the concentration in her mind and tried to get towards her shoe

Suddenly, a great creak she heard
and a loud chorus of the wings of birds

She felt she was going down, down, down
to get burried alive into the ground

She opened her eyes and saw many around her.
The curiosity of the moment completely bound her.

The strength of her courage had pulled the stalk down. Or so she was told, she was.
She had done what couldn’t any soldier or any charming horse.

Adventure was what she had sought, and it was what she got.
Over the vast horizon peaks had happened a lot.