12. SONNET- MY LOVE FOR YOU

12. Sonnet- My love for you!

In stages does love grow

as it moves from attraction

to a burning glow.

From steaming hot to tender passion.

 

Shakespear wrote ” love does not alter when alterations find”

It is like a burning ember of coal,

a strong emotion, that two hearts , bind.

It is a commitment towards a mutual goal.

 

Love is not trivial , but a reality.

It is a feeling so true and sublime.

Rose coloured eyes where anything seen is just beauty.

Soft and peaceful,  a poetic rhyme.

 

Whatever I pen, I know its true

Because thats the way,  I feel about you!

 

11. Moonbeam

11. Moonbeam

It’s past midnight

as I sip my coffee

and dig into my concrete filled brain,

to write some inspirational poetry.

Damn this fog!

Hush!

The croaking frog!

Glowing from a shimmering moonbeam

Inspiring a poem!

MOONBEAM!

10. A.I

10. A. I

In the very near tomorrow

Artificial Intelligence is a fact not a dream

An intelligence from human kind they wil initially borrow.

And then surpass humans as a team.

 

Predicted by Asimov and Stephen Hawking

Robots will be superior by far.

Motional and intellectually talking.

In the 80′ s KITT was just an imaginary car.

 

The world as we know it would change and evolve.

Coding,  robotics and genetically modified,

buzz words round and round will revolve

Until A. I will rule and be ratified .

 

Will humankind adapt or become extinct?

Will AI allow us to populate and survive

Arguement is rife with a possibillty so distinct

That AI will humankind into extinction would drive.

9. 200 up!

9.   200 UP!

Coinciding with the cricket world cup

this poem marks my 200 up!

With this poem, a milestone.

200th poem in a marathon.!

 

20 and some odd years,

I began to write with trepidation and sometimes, fears.

Each poem of mine, is a work I cherish,

since writing poetry is a passion , I relish.

 

Poetry has taught me , strength and discipline to find.

To flex the build and flex the muscle of my mind.

Through happiness and depression,

writing poetry , my solace and companion.

 

Inspiration , like my pen, is not dry!

Towards another double century, I am going to try!

My

8. ADVICE TO MY CHILDREN

8. Advice to my Children

My advice to my children,

Education! Education! Education!

Nothing better to open an individual’s mind

Where there is love for learning, you will find.

 

Seek knowledge from the cradle to the grave,

this injunction,  you must follow,

will guide you rightly to behave,

through lifes every high and low.

 

Education is the key to success,

it opens up every door

towards progress

without which you will be intellectually poor.

 

Once you have tasted the sweetness of education,

you would find peace of mind and liberation

and without education

you open yourself to oppression

 

7. DECONSTRUCTING POETRY

7. Deconstructing Poetry 

 

Be it  Shakespear or Rumi,

People are intimidated by poetry.

But poetry is just a talented art,

that a poet uses, to write from within  his/ her heart.

There is hardly a hidden meaning,

when a poet is composing.

 

Haiku, Lymericks and couplets,

are writing styles, like sonnets.

They give to the poem, flavour and form

and with free verse any style is the norm.

 

Similes and comparisons,  to the words add spice

just as fantastic is another word for nice.

Idioms and methaphors are used

so that plain language may be abused.

 

There is nothing so difficult about writing poetry,

all you need is a little bit of inspiration

and some creativity.

 

6. STUCK IN TRAFFIC

6. STUCK IN TRAFFIC

Brakes slammed hard!

Traffic comes to a halt!

The ambulance light flashes

as it navigates on the emergency lane.

 

Cannot move forward or reverse.

Stuck in traffic!

Claustrophobic , confined to the interior of my vehicle.

The heat rises from the black tar

in waves of smoke,

mixed and mingled with exhaust fumes.

 

The air con splutters to a stop

Overworked!

Gas depleted!

Sweat now trickles down my temples .

The sun visor seems oblivious of its inherent duty.

Weary,  tired and claustrophobic,

Stuck in traffic.

 

5. SOCIAL MEDIA

5. Social Media

 

The boy sits bent over his phone,

the surrounding does not matter, as if he is alone.

Smiling to himself, nothing does he hear,

plugs from his phone to his ear.

 

Everyone can now predict

that he has become a phone addict.

A recluse and an anti social

against authority,  he begins to rebel.

 

He needs to be at the cusp of every chat

on Instagram, twitter , Facebook and WhatsApp.

All day and night awake,

an exciting  wholesome life, he will forsake.

 

Social media will be his fall from grace

because he cannot live life at full pace.

The people around him ,worry

about how to get him out of this folly.

Shouting,  threatening even extra loving  they have tried all,

to arrest this anti social, media dependant, fall.

4. THE MOST BEAUTIFUL

4  The most beautiful

 

Her tresses,

aglow and aflame,

framed by the backdrop of the

blood moon.

 

Breathtakingly beautiful,

I stare at her,

my heart beating faster.

In awe of her beauty,

the blood moon hides behind a cloud,

shy.

 

Her breath stills the night,

her fragrance permeates.

The twinkle of her eyes

alludes to a hint of mischievousness

 

She is the most beautiful creation of God!

She is the most beautiful in the universe!

It is with pride,  I announce,

She is my wife!

3. THE HAND OF GOD

3. The hand of God.

Looking for the local beggar

on the street corner

to hand to him, some leftover food

that was wholesome, nourishing and good.

 

But he was not there!

Were could he be   O’ were!

What would I now with the food do

Before it turns to a messy goo!

 

Up and down,  I drive on the street.

My eyes searching in the heat.

I am now for work, late.

Were would the beggar be hiding, I berate!

 

I’m almost at my office  30 minutes later.

Forgotten is the parcel for the beggar

On my window , a sharp rap rap.

Startled, I stare at this disheveled chap.

” Sorry Sir! I am very  hungry,

do you have any food or money”

 

The food I hand over

as he nods, smiles and saunter.

I think this is profound.

There was a reason why the beggar on my street was not around.

Because God destined that this food for that particular person be found.

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