shoulders relaxed, mind at ease
sand and wind in my hair.
lying on the beach enjoying the breeze
blowing away all my despair.
i find myself under a coconut tree
basking in the shade, the rustling sound of the leaves so comforting
the tree is tall, too tall. an aggressive sort of tall.
the coconuts look like they have eyes
fiery eyes that can only mean anger.
the leaves suddenly look like long daggers,
dangling dangerously above my head
the rustling sound is no more. instead,
the clanging sound of steel almost sounds like giggles in a distance.
slowly i open my eyes to find the assurance of the shade
the shade of my sir standing beside me.
his eyes glaring, the coconut eyes seem from earlier
now feel soothing.
the giggles get louder as realization
jolts me out of my post lunch siesta .
beach(ed)
indescribable
i try to write a poem about something way over my head.
About the gems in the sky seen on a cloudless night
that makes anyone who sees it go,"Oh! What a sight!"
The above lines you must be thinking
is an attempt to rhyme thats at best lame.
As tiny as my knowledge of the universe is
the harder still i find to put my thoughts into words,
let alone into words that sound the same.
No alliteration, simile or any sort of metaphor
can be used to describe a night sky's splendor.
And while i am still pondering at this thought
a mosquito buzzes along my ear.
And suddenly i realize my obvious predicament
"tiny is my knowledge"!?, now thats an understatement.
So i put my pen down and think to myself
No point wasting time to try and describe what is indescribable.
raining bullets
I’d like to think of my life as soldier pressing on in the muck
Wrong choices made or sometimes just plain bad luck
But each incident makes me stronger the next morning
To take on life and all the challenges it may bring
However there is this one enemy I truly despise
An enemy that simply washes away all that muck
An enemy that charges under cloudy skies
My enemy is rain; bent on my annihilation
My fatigues are wet; I am late by a decade
Caught in a traffic jam that shows no sign of abate
Just as I think I have seen the worst of the trouble
My tank driver looks at me and smirks,”Boss, double”
Soaking wet with a burning hole in my wallet; to base I finally reach
Like a baby turtle that enters the sea from its nest on the beach
Battle weary I enter my experience into the log
They have a short name for a battle log-a blog
World Peace
Chased since forever but ever so fleeting
Will 'big business interests' ever be appeased?
And justice be given to souls bleeding.
Is it live aid, debt cancellation , free trade or more planted trees?
Is it Oxfam, Amnesty International, Medecins Sans Frontiers or Greenpeace?
Continue to stand for what we know is right without cease
While I continue to find words that rhyme with ease*
future managers
Future managers you are they say,
study hard and do well,you will get a good pay.
Pay the fees and get an education,
that could have otherwise been got
by paying late fees to the librarian.
p.s.
to give some prespective, i am talking about my course...
poems?
my friend suggested writing poems as a way to get over boredom and fight sleep during lectures at college...i took his advice and soon, i was hooked...thought id post it all on a separate blog because i did not want the poems to remain untouched behind my notebook...so voila! just so you know, the stuff is totally random and so is mostly incomplete....
