Tag: dance

A Poem is Born

The ink dried long ago,
Pages left blank,
Thoughts buried
deep under,
Heart aches,
The pain festers,
Silently drips the blood,
Slowly becomes
A torrent.

The world turns,
and somewhere,
exuberant keystrokes dance
a rhythmic dance,
words flow across a screen,
unknown, unloved,
A poem is born.

Dance of the pious

When they look away

From the lies

And condone it

Because the liar

Serves their purpose

Truth sheds a solitary tear

And the Crocodiles smile

Somewhere the forgotten call

For a thousand year reich

Raises its ugly head

As goose stepping lemmings

Joyous in a macabre dance

Hail the false messaiah

Bell tolls for the masses

As correctness misguided

Rules the day

God, forlorn, irrelevant, ponders

If ends justify the means

Footprint on sand

Does being born
Enslave us
To a life forlorn
In the quest of
Leaving a footprint
On sand
We dance and sing
To the tune
Of puppeteer(s) unknown
To be remembered
After we are gone
We happily accept
The crown of thorn
And make a mockery of
Life
Of others
And our own
©Pranab Sarma, 2018

 

This poem started as a comment to Will I Make HeadLine News ( Sweet Aroma)

Veneer of Civility

Dance moves finely choreographed
Shadows moving in unison
Simmering discontents
Fluid movements gyrating to
Rising crescendo
As sumo wrestlers eyeing each other
Before the next move
Danseur and danseuse
Each movement perfected
Years of finely honed practice
As they tango
Their faces a feline mask
Quickly sizing up each other
Rushing to the final act
Falsetto matching
Shrill of the shrew
Catastrophe averted
As the doorbell rings
Veneer of civility
A smile on their face
Impending thunder
Pushed to another day

Blood on their Hands

Behind the hearty laughter
Lurked depression sinister
As everyone looks for an answer
After the terrible disaster
What were the missed signs
Was this part of a design
There would be a moment of silence
As authorities practice the ritual dance
Debating where to put the blame
As if this one, like others, just a game
Do not blame the weapons, it’s the person
Weapons are fine, even in hands of little one
They need to learn how to shoot a gun
Hunting deer or duck with AR15 is fun
Looking for a way to curb automatic weapons
Stooges and lackeys are afraid of NRA’s venom
Lip service aplenty they will provide
As another group of kids lose their lives
All hail to second amendment, constitution is sacrosanct
Money talks, as politicians hide with blood on their hands

Lets not the Burden of the World Weigh You Down

Don’t live life with a frown
Burden of the world
Weighing you down
You have the power to
Lighten the load,or
Carry it with a smile
Lets not malice
Stoke the fire of
Jealousy in your heart
Spiralling into an
Inferno of living hell
Lets not the lack of wealth
Keep you from enjoying life
Laughter is free
For you and for everyone else
So laugh and share
Laughter at will
Will not spend a dime,but
Goodwill you will earn
Light the fire of happiness
In your heart, and
Dance through life

Lets not the burden of the world
Weigh you down

 

Wildfire

Wildfire spreading with lightning speed
Instantly destroying everything on its path
Leaping ferociously from place to place
Dance of destruction, doom writ large
Fear in the hearts of the onlookers
Images of desperation and death all around
Reducing vibrant, verdant landscapes barren and black
Ending hopes and dreams of many it touched

Wildfire, are thou boon or bane of nature

Week 19 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Write Anything Wednesday-June-8-2016