Thursday, February 28, 2008

Acquiescent Acquittal

Flood of aversions and famine of love
Plough my mind more and more fertile!
For the seed of revenge to grow as backwoods,
For me to breathe and live that hope...!

Vengeance spills off the hearth
As my heart boils, walled by thoughts!
Red hot face reddens more to burst
And eyes glitter with venomous sparks!

Nobody wants to hear me and
None asked me what I did...!
The blind folded Goddess Of Justice
Is dumb and deaf or a plump of clay...!

Still, I never asked for justice, I know
It's hard to get with sunniest facts, even!
And I pleaded to no one, since
I'm sure no hands will raise for me...!

Now I'm awaiting the wretched cage,
Framed of 'Money Metal' and prostituted faith!
But I'm brave enough to wait for acquittal
And win the verdict of the penultimate game!

Let me dream that vivacious day
With the ruling system cleanses the stains
And truth shines over the clinging hands of greed..!
Help my dream; Visualize into reality...!!

By
Satheerthyan

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Shadow of life


Till where you will follow me?
To the day when my soul,
Mercifully leaves its carrier?
Or you will follow the soul too?

You’ve been a companion,
A warrior fighting my side always!
You stood beside at all my falls!
You’ve taken part of all my tears even!

You get likened to darkness often,
But by virtue you are my child!
The one who’s born to me by light!
The one who shares all my feelings…

You never showed interest in me,
Or you never spoke to me, either…!
But I know for sure, you never
Battle like us; the silly humans…!

I can see the cruel fangs around,
Waiting for piercing my flesh fiercely…!
But I’ll shield you, the best way, I can,
Until I sense my last conscious pulse…!

Now I hear a boat whistles; I see,
Oh! God! With no silhouetted shadows!
Call from heaven (or hell); I feel
Time to leave behind everything; even you…

Will you ask a question to the world?
For me, before you follow my footsteps,
Or dissolve down as an illusion as ever,
That; what a creature do possess its own…?