Dreams and Death

Poem written around 6 months ago.
Thought of one line, and was generally disappointed with stuff, wrote this piece. Its ok.

Dreams and Death

Have you ever watched the death of a dream,
Seen it shatter, crumble and fade away,
Into recesses of despair, to oblivion and beyond,
As it moves to forlorn darknss from hopeful day?

Have you ever seen man grasping at straws,
Clinging to hope just so he may just hope again,
And plead in tribunals of time and death,
To but enjoy the fruits of his toil and pain?

Have you ever nurtured a desire, a dream,
And for it hoped reality's embrace,
Only to finally see its destruction,
And feel the charred embers burn your face?

Have you ever achieved success in life,
Met and been loved by elusive Fame,
Seen your dreams come alive, been overjoyed,
Only to hear on Death's lips your name?

As my errant mind wanders new horizons,
Sadistic options balance in questioning mind,
Situations, crises unfold and choices,
Arise up, and demand to be determined.

What could be worse, I wonder,
When after encountering hardship infinite,
Would not watch the life of your dreams?
Or would you rather watch your dreams die?

- Thriddas Anorak

I like the ending. The rest is a tad bit forced.

Children of a lesser God

Poem against injustice in general.
Methinks its decent. Tad bit immature, but still decent.
Written around 2 yrs back. Age 15.

Children of a lesser God

Scales unbalanced in reasonless prejudice,
Unfair Judgements in Justice's Halls,
With joy and happiness as servants,
And misery at Fate's beck and call.

Why do some toil in endless labour,
Only to lose what few they gain,
Whilst others in luxurious comforts enjoyed,
Breed wealth again and again.

While few fall in pits of sorrow,
Drowning in mires of sorrow and shame,
While some soar to heavens of glory,
Scaling the ever-increasing summits of fame.

Why do some see only dark clouds,
Andd miss the tiny silver line,
Whilst others when in lowest spirits,
Always seem to wear a smile.

Studded with jewels, bedecked with gems,
Some in palatial mansions reside,
While others beg scraps on busly streets,
And nightly retire on slums beside.

Why are some blessed with brilliant brains,
While others can depend on but hard work,
Where few have beauty that the world does stun,
While on others' appearance society does smirk.

Lady Luck is injustice personified,
Equality's rules does she brazenly break,
On some fortune does she shower,
Others she does cruelly forsake.

Even nature is puppet to fate's will
Sometimes becoming the messenger of death,
With no jury, no tribunals, no fairness,
She decided who will have but one more breath.

While some have walked the highway to success,
Others on difficult paths have trod,
Why do some suffer in this cruel world,
Are they children of a lesser god?

- Thriddas Anorak

The poem is quite immature, considering perception and attitude has nothing to do with luck and I do NOT believe in fate.
Its funny, the stuff i wrote earlier was crazy.

Clouds of Death

Poem written when I was in the 9th std. There was an earlier poetry festival where we were expected to write a poem on clouds of grey. Had written on something similar. Hence for elocution competition, snitched that, modified it, improved it and came up with this. I have no clue why I even attempt explaining the ulterior motives behind my poems... Probably as a memo...

Clouds of Death

Clouds of Death enveloped the sky
Fear approached slithering by,
The Earth was filled with Natures sigh,
To see man suffer and hear his pitiful cry.

As Elephants stampeded in the Heavens,
And electric weapons clashed,
Racing winds howled with rage,
On the Earth, now a desert, barren and flat.

The nuclear radiation engulfed the air,
So much suffering man could not bear.
His defenses could only delay the inevitable end,
For once, man’s proud back was forced to bend.

No trees to purify the poisonous air,
No water to purge the waste,
Only UV Rays, Toxic and Acid Rain,
All of them out to finally put an end to man’s pain.

Man who destroyed the shield of ozone,
Man who turned Nature’s children – his siblings –to fur and bone,
Man whose greed destroyed the trees and fish,
Man is to blame for all this.

In the end, after the destruction,
After all of humanity’s extinction,
The earth is calm and serene,
No sound is heard, no life is seen.

No one to mourn, no one to wail,
On the vast seas, no one to sail.
No life to walk, creep or crawl on the land,
No birds to fly, no insects in the sand.

Nothing but the sound of silence, the sight of corpses,
To be given a funeral by Nature’s resources,
The Earth heaves one last sigh,
And begins the formation of a new world – a new ground, a new sky

Eons later, the Earth is fully cleansed,
The cycle of evolution begins once more.
Nature hopes that man will change,
And not commit the same mistakes again.

For if he does, his fate is sealed,
His doom is near, his end revealed.

Before acting, let him refrain.
Let him pause and work his brain,
And understand that if his promises to protect the earth go in vain,
THE CLOUDS OF DEATH WILL ATTACK AGAIN.

- Thriddas Anorak

The Z Files

Poem written for some dumb competition. Title to be written on : The Z Files...
What would I write on? SLEEP???

The Z Files

In a land far, far away,
Exiled from the confines of time and space,
Beyond our comprehension, away from reality,
A messenger did sit and at humanity he did gaze.

Since the dawn of mankind,
Had he sat, waited and watched,
The workings of humanity, of every individual,
To every living man, his attention he devoted.

He had watched man grow from ape to emperor,
Through his conquest, his discoveries, his gains,
He observed humanity’s race against time,
He watched them cause innumerable pains.

Humanity’s greed grew and grew,
Increasing in magnitude in high acceleration,
From the necessities of life had man moved on,
His requirements were now his creation.

Countless wars had man fought,
With foe and friend, kith and kin,
But for his greed, his vices,
What a paradise the earth would have been!!

But, the flaws of humanity were not his concern,
He was but assigned to notice every man’s guiles,
Every lie, every crime, every sin,
Would be carefully noted in the Z – Files.

The insignificant act of murdering an animal,
Or trampling the nest of an hardworking ave,
The uprooting of the land in uncounted hectares,
For these crimes, punishment to man on earth who gave??

But far more grievous were the acts,
Committed by man on man himself,
Premeditated crimes to benefit one individual,
Which led to the downfall of another.

Grievous, Heinous crimes,
Insignificant and sometimes legal in the eyes of the law,
Bu done with malice, with hatred, with spite,
All these crimes this seraph saw.

Betrayal, Lies, Jealousy and spite,
Cruel emotions entrapped in man’s mind.
The dark sentinel watched and smiled,
Oh! How he pitied mankind!!

For they of all creatures,
Were made in HIS image,
HE gave them a mind of their own,
And with it, power animals could not gauge.

But with power came responsibility,
And this mankind did neglect,
OH! How unaware were they,
Of the Fate that the Almighty for them did select.

The iron-clad avenger sat and watched,
He was one of the first, the best seraphim,
He had a soft corner for humanity,
At their fate, he was grim.

Appeared had he in many forms on earth,
As a Messiah, a prophet, as many preachers,
To teach humanity the virtues of life,
Of love & respect that elevated them from creatures

But stubborn humanity did not respond,
It stayed as unwilling as Balaam’s Ass,
How he wished that they would know,
For their sins, on them what would pass!!

For after their spirit from their bodies did recede,
They would encounter the Almighty’s Fury,
With no lawyers, no defence to aid them,
Before an omnipresent, omnipotent and omniscient jury.

Then, for their sins, they would be punished,
Horrible torture for their crimes,
They could not beg, they could not plead innocent,
It was all written in the Z – Files.

Every crime, every minor sin,
That was noted on every page,
For each mistake would they be punished!!
They would encounter HIS rage.

Doomed to spend Eternity in torture,
Which very well could have been eternal bliss,
A life of pain rather than happiness,
Only because his virtues were outweighed by his sins.

There was no cause now for lament,
No returning to set things right,
The mistakes done undone could not be,
Wisdom on him did NOW alight.

Time backwards he could not turn,
His crimes he could not rectify,
Left with nothing but self reproach and repent,
The Past he could not modify.

Man wished with painful, pitiful regret that he had more sense,
He wished he was virtuous, sensitive, humane,
But, till the oceans did exist, the mountains on Earth did stand,
Till time itself doom did not meet,
The ink etched on the Z – Files would remain………….

- Thriddas Anorak

Bored

There are times when you do not feel like doing anything, even expressing urself in complicated big words. And yet, u refuse to just sit and let ur thoughts wander, coz THAT's a big waste of time according to u, no???
There are three days left before I attempt an examination for which I have been preparing for two years, and know for certain I am going to screw it up....
Do not feel like studying, hence thought will type out all my old shit poems, which I frankly think are mostly crap. Not that I'm modest or prefer the self-deprecating tone, haha, that would be funny. Its just I think they suck as compared to the stuff I write currently...
BAD BAD GRAMMAR!!!

Written in the 10th standard in a civics extra class.
Suicide Poem (Could not come up with a better title)

Darkness on my mind did descend,
Englulfed in clouds of despair,
My mind and heart solace did seek,
They sought love, affection, care.

Shamed was I of my failures,
Of futile attempts to succeed,
Lost was I in my nightmares,
As despair despair did breed.

Lost had I almost all my battles,
With few triumphs to balance defeats,
A long struggle against loss I endured,
Despair, finally hope did beat.

Crushed I was, my spirit shattered,
No hopes or dreams did I cherish,
My mind was filled with but one thought,
On how my miserable life should perish.

My mind was made, my decision contemplated,
I thought where this me would lead,
But atlast Happiness would I find,
In this atleast, I would suceed.

- Thriddas Anorak

I know it SUCKS!!!