The Poetry Marathon

There is nothing in this world that is beyond me.

I am the son of a billionaire dad

And as the heir to his empire, the world eats from the palm of my hand

There is nothing in this world that is above me

As long as I long for it I get it and it becomes mine

As long as I long for it it becomes mine for life

The lesser mortal looks and wonder

As I live large and stronger

Giving no care to need and hunger

Mother had promised I would spend the holiday breaks

At my uncle’s place

The holiday came but Mother lost her face

While in the kitchen she had an accident

That singular act sent everything backwards

Had she not been hospitalised towards

The resumption of school

I would have been cool

With staying with my uncle

I am the forerunner

Without me,

Your songs are not portable

Your music is incomplete

Your world is tune deaf

I am the one battling for existence

Without me

You cannot remember old songs

You cannot dance to your favourite tunes

Your world is dead silent

I am the one who made you high with my low tech

Now, you have replaced me with some high tech

You have divorced me and cling to iPod, iTunes, music streaming

Your heart is nestling in the bosom of Mp3, Mp4 and flash drive

I am the cassette.

Come, my flower is in full bloom

My field is ripe for harvest

I’m lost.

Come, lead me out of this maze

Lead me to your phase

Lead me to the highest of high

Lead me to your magic voyage

Come, I’m ready

Cannot wait a bit longer

The beat is moving faster

I have carried this dream through all I’ve done

To see us become a united one

Come, I’ve laboured for this moment for so long

Heaven knows I’ve waited for long

We ought to stop swimming in different waters

Quietly guide your stream into my river

Let us flow as one mighty water

And stream along

No one ever booked a flight with the aim to miss it

Often passengers miss it

Due to oversleeping, traffic delay and misplaced ticket

The taxi driver came to me late

Reason for making it late

to the airport

In a far-away country, without a friend

You are at your wit’s end

and no one for you to fend

From the cradle to the grave, it is some people’s job

To take care of you either we like it or not

Doctors, nurses, midwives, mothers, and fathers

The work of these people cannot be lost, if we want it so

That is why in Braiding Sweetgrass, Robin Wall Kimmerer writes that

in some native languages, the term for plants translates to “those who take care of us.’

As the plants take care of us, so do mothers and fathers

Keeping fit and be in good health

Is more important than amassing wealth

Of what good is riches and wealth

without corresponding good health?

Many believe that vising the gymnasium or losing weight

Or having a personal trainer is a vanishing trend

As a rule, my day is incomplete without putting in 50 press-ups, skipping rope and aerobics

Press-ups tones my muscles and build inner strength

Aside, press-ups buildup endurance and stamina

Have discovered that these cannot be bought off the shelf

Physical exercise is a lifestyle, not a vanishing trend

Would always be involved in it for its gain and not pain

If you want to be rich

Don’t gamble

If that is your wish

Don’t grumble

You may win a hand

Once in a while

It is not a rule

But you may try

The other day

The other man won a lottery

His life has not turned to gold

What he got is in two-fold

A life of regrets

That bears nothing

A life of folly

That is worth noting

“Let’s be honest.

“We all want to be well off, wealthy, rich, abundant”.

That is the Rules of Wealth by Richard Templar

Friend, gambling won’t give you surplus

If you are lucky all you would get is “sore puss”

If I could reach the land untouched by man

and unkissed by human feet

If I could touch time and hold it in my hands

and turn it back

If I could place the world on my shoulders and

move the pieces forward as I would

If I could be the king in the IF Land

If I could see the inner-most part of a human soul

If I could cause the river to flow backwards and ask the sun to keep still

If I could be the king in IF Land

There would be no impossibility

Only possibilities

While I am being followed by a moon shadow

Moon shadow

Moon shadow

Leaping up on a moon shadow

Moon shadow

Moon shadow

If I lose my legs,

I won’t have to walk no more

If I lose my hands,

I won’t have to work no more

If I lose my eyes,

I won’t have to cry no more

If I lose my mouth

I won’t have to talk no more

I have been followed by a moon shadow

Moon shadow

Moon shadow

It may take long to find me

Are you gonna stay the night

I am being followed by a moon shadow

Moon shadow

Moon shadow