I sent a prayer up,
Reply never came down.
May be dreams escaped my sleep,
And the lotto ticket
Just another piece of paper
In the morning.
O’ wait,
I have not checked
The results yet.
The dream can live on
For a few more moments,
But the coffee calls.
Now only if I can leave
The warmth of the bed.
Peace made an exit
When greed entered,
And prayers remained
Unanswered.
Tag: greed
The Hidden Pain
the pain drips slowly
as the words flow smooth
deep down is solace
things will change
may be for the better
while remaining same
serenly flows the river
hiding pent up frustration
till the banks overflow
mayhem ensues
words do not soothe anymore
alter of greed
to be cleansed
by blood of the innocents
while Nero fiddles
everything burns
sychophants out in hordes
looking for scapegoats
years change as do
place and time
alas, everything remains
the same
the river flows serene
carrying in its bossom
the hidden pain
Till it erupts
Wildflower
Patches of lush green grasses adorned with wildflowers been growing steadily by the roadside that I normally take for walking my dog in the morning. Lawns in the neighborhood are immaculately manicured. However during the stay-at-home, no one seems to be bothered by the steadily growing patch of grass. Some places it is near knee high. Everyday during my walk I am blessed with blooming wildflowers hidden between the grass. A few adventurous ones have poked their heads above the ground. They are just beautiful. I happened to photograph one today morning. Google lens identified it as Salsify / Tragopogon porrifolius, a plant cultivated for its ornamental flowers and edible root. It also grows wildly in many places. Normally I would take a photo and share it with my social groups and that’s pretty much the end of the story. However after I took this photo today morning, the sheer beauty of the flower and perhaps the morning sunlight bathing the patch of wildflowers was constantly urging me to write something. So here it is.
Spare me your touch, the
Roving eyes,
Lust in your heart;
Banish the thought of
Picking me up,
Flight of the caged bird
Open blue sky calls
Trimmed wings flutter, flight futile
Freedom a sad dream
Lush green forest lost
Berries, colorful, beckon
Greed leads to bondage
Inside gilded cage
Slowly fading freedom dream
Wings weakened, useless
Sad songbird mimics
Nature’s music stifled harsh
Captor rejoices
Wings spread one last time
Freedom calls, break the prison
Caged bird, dead, takes flight
Featured image from Pixabay
Greed: One-Liner Wednesday
In response to Linda’s One Liner Wednesday prompt.
Greed is the first step on the way to hell.
©Pranab Sarma, 2018
Tears beneath the Glare:Three Line Tales, Week 79
photo by Arnaud Mesureur via Unsplash
Glare of the bright lights and hoorahs mask the pain and tears behind masochistic mask
Modern day gladiators march on to their untimely demise for the pot of gold
While emperors play the fiddle paying lip services to cavernous greed of the proletariat
Warning
Warning clouds rumble on the horizon
Anxious citizens play wait and see game
Rich are getting ready to get richer
Never in doubt about the outcome
Insecure dreamers dread doubtful future
Not knowing what will happen with their lives
Greed is getting ready to trump good for ever
Warning to all of us who chose to ignore
Are we now ready to pay the price
Risk of a nation divided by ugly vitriolics
Novelty of change will wear out soon
Immigrants are bad unless wives of POTUS elect
Narcissist nabob will make the people dance
Great hyperbole will trump common sense
Warning message to those who did not care
All’s not lost yet if you dare to oppose
Russian puppet shows ruining your life
Now is the time to come together
Insure that you won’t be rolled over
Need to be vigilant to preserve hard won rights
Get ready to trump their evil designs
Worship
Worship I may not
One and only God
Rather I will
Silently make a prayer to
Humanity to stop these
Insane killing wars and let
Peace reign in this world
Worship I will not
On the alter of greed
Religions that teach and
Spread gospels of
Hatred and divisiveness
Insulting others who does not
Pray to their gods
Worship I can not
Only to have doubts
Ruining my life
Strength of my faith
Humble though it may be
I am sure one day
Pull me out of this misery
Worship I will
One that is
Ready to heal and bring a
Stop to the world’s
Hunger, hatred and heinous crimes
Imbibing in everyone’s heart a feeling of
Pride to be at peace with one and all
Write anything Wednesday Oct-19-2016
Woods: Week 26 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”
Where we live, we are surrounded by woods. I can see majestic redwoods from my backyard. I can drive few miles from my home north, south or west and lose myself in forests of California redwoods. There are other trees also, many oaks, but majority of these are redwoods. Looking up at some of them make me wonder how small I am. Off course, the logging industry and developers, if they had their way, would have taken care of these woods long back . For the bounty that we enjoy today, my hats off to John Muir, whose vision long back had helped start a movement saving many of these woods for posterity to enjoy.
We do need a rational policy of harnessing our natural resources for the benefit of mankind. That includes taking care of the environment we have inherited. Only when we preserve and replenish the resources we have, we will be able to leave a world to our children where they will have a life better than us. If our greed destroys our natural resources, we will leave a desert of a world to our next generation.
On this halfway mark of my fifty two weeks journey with “W”, I therefore dedicate my poem to “Woods”. I could not think of a better word starting with “W” to celebrate the completion of half of my journey.
This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-July-27-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings
Well-being
Well-being and happiness
Endless joyous days and nights
Life a pleasant journey
Lovely state of mind
Beware, all good things come to an end
Eternity is but just a pipe dream
Infuse yourself with goodness and good health
Never be swayed by greed and always run after wealth
Give yourself the gift of a kind and loving heart
Wealthy you may not be, but sense of
Well-being and happiness will follow you around
Week 25 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”
Write anything Wednesday July-20-2016
Well-being or wellbeing, my dear reader, decide you may
While I happily accept both and merrily go my way
Fleeting Muse 