Poetry?

During the tense build-up to the HSC exams, shuttling between college and classes, I started writing unstructured, hazy and confusing lines on books and notepads that I landed my hands on. I decided they could be called poems.

One very interesting thing about these ‘so-called’ poems is that I simply cannot write them when I am on a high, which most often I am. It’s only when I am in the worst of moods, only when I am stressed out that they come up. And during those times, I can simply not restrain myself from writing them.


The plea. ( One of the earliest ones I wrote.)

The sun rises with a golden mane
Yet, no hope, only pain.
When will these shackles break free?
Joy in every heart, when will we see?

Souls weeping in agony,
Is this is the power of money?
Poverty, we wish to bid u adieu,
Loosen your clutches, let go at least a few.

Millions of lives know only of despair,
Oh God! I plead that you be fair.
Suffering and afflicted many lie,
Unable to afford a humble pie.

Gnashing of teeth, losing of faith,
In love and care, must they bathe.
With Kindness, their spirits will revive,
Them mad, will happiness drive.

It is up to us the lucky ones,
To stop accumulation of wealth in tons.
Let us all be magnanimous,
And Help as we can without a fuss.