Black saturday

An innocent girl,
Who lost her life,
All because of a few men,
Men who believed themselves to be superior.
They robbed her of her soul,
Her hope, her fight,
Woke a nation,
A sleeping land,
Candles,not weapons, were held in hands,
Justice was what was asked,
A feeling of despair, desperation, hit them all,
Where is our Country?
Is it the same place,
where the ashes of those who fought long for its freedom,
Are buried ?
How long will it take till we're safe?
How long till we see better days ?
This night seems too long,
But now it's time to rise up,
To enlighten ourselves and others,
We can't sit back anymore,
It's time to wake those,
Who hold the law in their hands,
Justice, knocking at their doors.

Touch the sky

I want to fly high,

swim against the mighty tide,

make my own place,

I want to spread my wings,

To bring the winds of change,

and muster courage,

bring light to darkness,

I want to touch the skies.

Ladybugs

So I have this recent obsession with clicking ladybugs or birds, whatever one calls them . They are of course delightful creatures, but so difficult to shoot, due to their rapid movement . Here is a poem titled

'The lady in red '

The lady dressed in red,
Sat on the clover,
The autumn sun shining bright,
Through the alcoves of the tree,
Sudden movement scares the lady,
Her knees quake with fear,
She spread her wings,
And takes her flight,
In hope for a safer haven.



And also a few photographs :)

Uphill task

Motion

Hanging

Waiting

Enjoy !

Autumn

Source :We heart it 

Leaves fall all around
The colour of bright red hues
A swift breeze just flows by,
Disturbing the silence,
Making an audible sound,
The leaves get scattered,
The animals are asleep,
The trees are swaying in the breeze,
The afternoon sun is ready to settle,
In the clouds, Behind the hills.

Suspended Reality

They lived their lives in darkness,
Unhappiness all around them,
Searching for some joy.
Tears stream down their face,
Looking for another world.
They escape from reality,
wishing they’d never come back home.
They wish they’d find someone like them,
Someone who would understand their pain…

This post is for http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.in/

The war

The lives of many have been sacrificed,

And even of future generations,

Tears flow out of countless eyes,

Children so young carry weapons,

Death prevails in many ways,

Who will stand up? Who will pay?

This ‘Ship’ Never Sinks

By :Marion Foster

Everyone is different

No one is the same

But friends are ones who understand you

And think the same way

They might be very different

But are always there to stay

True friends don’t look at where you are from

Or what you did

They accept you as you are, come what may

Written for :

http://childrensverse.blogspot.com/2011/06/mondays-child-49.html

Sorrow

Photomanuplation by me :)

Petals that gently touch the ground
Tears that gathered all around
All the roses wasted and thrown
Plucked twisted and torn
The thorn that pricked
Left blood across the floor
The pain caused by a loved one
had hurt the most...

The piano

By: the-auteur.deviantart.com

There it sat in solitude,

Something of question that would delude,

The black and white keys in harmony,

The piano on which you played the sweet symphony.

The song I can’t forget,

Something I’ll always come to regret,

For hours and hours you sat and played,

What was an hour seemed like a day.

That symphony of yours,

Is long gone and lost,

The dust on the piano collects every day,

No one around tries to play.

The piano stares at me reminding me of you,

Oh how I wish I could defy the truth.

Tea Time

Illustration by: Jessie Wilcox Smith - 1914

 Molly and Mr Bobo were sipping on their tea
“How was your day Mr Bobo ?” Asked little Molly
“T’was fine, truly divine” 
“Is there something the matter today ?”
“Much as I would like, I cannot keep my worries at bay.
Buildings are coming ,
trees are being cut to make way,
leaving us monkeys, no place to stay !”

Written for http://childrensverse.blogspot.com/2011/02/mondays-child-34.html

Smoke

He walked all alone blowing smoke from his cigar
Everything once so near and dear was now so far
He had lost all his glory, he no longer found respect
Shattered and lonely he walked step by step to his death
Taking the smoke in his lungs was no longer rough
He had reached the end, he had borne more than enough

Revealed

A beautiful mask on the ground

Hidden identity revealed

All then surround

The girl who had kneeled

The mystery is solved

The face no longer concealed.

Behind the mask a child softly moans

Never did she have a home

Taken as an outcast, left all alone

Never able to get over her past

Forced to face life all on her own.

Source: www.deviantart.com

Life: A stage

Photo ; Poet Girl

The stage is set

The lights are on

A stage where more than a million have wept

Where many a foolish have been conned.



A stage where blood has been shed

People here have been dead

There are many tragedies that took place here

Many emotions felt from joy to fear.



No one wants to leave the stage

But alas, the day does come

The stage has to be empty someday

The curtain has to fall as life does end…..

Poem as Shylok

A piece of my heart is now gone
My flesh, my blood
Took so much of my money
Which makes me scorn
I wish she were by now dead.

Happy me though, this fact,
Antonio hast lost his wealth
Now I can proudly
Hold a pound of his flesh.
And, yet again, it tortures me
That Jessica left with stealth
For Christains my heart will never melt.

Criticised I am for being a jew
Treated we are unfairly for differnces so few
Forced we are to use revenge settle scores squarely

Greedy though I may seem
I ask for what is rightfully mine
But is it really the fault of mine ?