Bountiful Nature

BOUNTIFUL NATURE

The sweet smell of wet earth,

The beautiful flowers in full bloom,

Enough to end the cruel dearth,

Enough to drive away the gloom.

The scorching sun burns away the scars,

The pouring rain washes away the pain.

The pale light of the moon and twinkling of the stars,

Helps us heal and happiness to gain.

The buzzing bees, the cooing birds,

The growling tigers and the roaring lions,

Making their voices heard,

Holding high nature's bountiful bastion.

These wonderful elements of nature

Leaves us in awe of it's bounty.

To our every whim and fancy it does cater,

And thus proclaims proudly.

Your Choice:Life or Death

I had written this poem when I was in Class 9. It was for an All-India poetry competition on "Nuclear Weapon Free World", organised by CNDP, New Delhi. To my delight I won second place on a national level for my entry. I came across the poem as I was going through old memories and thought of sharing it with you'll. Happy Reading! :)

Your Choice: Life or Death

Once upon a time,

When the earth was a happy place,
Every country was equal,
Unlike the modern day power race.

Every country lived in harmony,

There was peace.

Now with nuclear weapons,

We are not one but into many a piece.

Mother Earth is witnessing

Due to nuclear weapons,

Death and destruction on large scales.

"Save me children", Mother Earth hails!

The world is at war,

The war of nuclear

We have no choice

But to live in fear.

To care for our near and dear.

O God! Do hear,

How long to we live in fear

From this war of nuclear?

We are now in dire need of peace

To give Mother Earth

For the land we took from her on lease

And give her a new birth.

So no in conclusion

Let us say,

Let us keep death and destruction

At bay.

Life's a Race

In this poem I've tried to highlight the parental pressure that students face these days to follow a certain career path. While my parents have been absolutely wonderful and have given me the freedom to pursue what I want, not all parents are the same. They, quite often, forget the child may have different aspirations. So here's hoping this poem helps change some parents' thinking atleast. ;) Happy Reading!

Life’s a Race

The melancholy musings render me numb,
Making me increasingly glum.
The time has come for separation,
Leaving the heart with no time for reparation.

Is it a norm of this world?
That we must disperse
Headlong into strange land, hurled
Pushed, pressured and shoved
To bring out your best
Caring not for health family and the rest.

Life is a race, we’ve all been taught
But to come to terms with it, easy it is naught.
This competitive world leaves us no choice
But we have to make ourselves heard, above the overpowering voice
Of society’s endless demands and pressures,
Leaving no time to pursue our passions and pleasures.

Society fails to understand,
Each one is different, each one grand;
With grander dreams and higher hopes,
Each with different ability and different scopes.

It’s never too late to do what you deem is right.
Follow your dreams, for them, fight!
For they and they alone
Can give you the happiness you forever seek.
They and they alone
Set you apart from the rest of your clique.

Oblivious to the world at large
Lost in your own dreamland,
You realise, what’s a dream and what’s a farce.
It is none other than ourselves that hold us back
From showing the world what we possess, not lack.

So take the initiative
Listen to your heart and go forth
Be wild, be different, be crazy, be creative;
With you dreams and aspirations, build a fort.

For this and this and this alone
Will set you apart;
It is this and this alone
Which will win you someone’s wonderful heart.

Wicked Path

This poem is a little on the dark side, unlike my other poems. But I hope you guys enjoy it all the same!

  

Wicked Path

The heart, once so delicate and tender,
Wishes only to rip and tear apart its offender.
The heart, once so serene and calm,
Wishes only to hurt and harm.

What has brought about this transition,
That every beautiful flower seems brutal.
What has brought it to such a position,
That every tender hearted person seems cruel.

At first, uplifted to cloud nine,
To the parallel universe where everything seemed to be fine.
But with one betrayal and one frown,
Her world was turned upside down.

The whisperings of sweet nothings,
Now seemed like regretful mutterings.
Those little moments of love,
Just turned out to be the devil's cove.

Her life now seemed a dreary existence.
She found herself only wishing to distance
Herself from the reach of love and affection,
Wishing to break off all her connections.

What she failed to realise,
Was the fact that there was a whole world of people who loved her,
People who were willing to sacrifice and compromise
Their lives, so that happiness could be hers.

But when reality, upon her, did dawn,
It was too late, for she was lost and gone.
She hadn’t even sung her final swansong,
When death had claimed her for his own.