Monday, April 14, 2008

The last word of a line

The stars are no longer clear but a haze,
The city so familiar becomes a distant maze.
Some dreams long ago I gave up to chase,
Life often presents a mysterious face.
People competing like rats in the rat race.
Not Gabriel the angel, we all fell from Grace.
People, their ancestry through DNA are trying to trace.
Bio- Diesel and Olympic torches are the latest craze.
Power always corrupts is a cliched phrase.
Self defence says- Women to protect themselves with Mace.

It is not a rap and doesnt even much rhyme.
Terrorism is a multi billion dollar organized crime.
Theatre is reviving and maybe so should Mime.
Tell me,40 yrs of age is old or is it Prime?
Global warming or a new Ice Age, are we running out of Time?
Sub prime crises,stability's no longer a dotted line.
Cricket is now a bid sport, but no body seems to mind.
Did you smile at me?.. Oh well I am fine.
The lustre on the dollar, seems has lost its shine.
The dog doesnt bark, in hunger it whines.
No more its an us, its only a 'Me' and 'Mine'.

Are we trying to sell Humanity, or is it already sold?
12000 INR and rising, its boom time for gold.
Ebola or HN51, who catches common cold?
New generation leaders are striving for solutions bold
Trying to break 'Another brick in the wall' mold.
Einstein predicted a third world war , so did Nostradame I'm told
I hope to be dead by then and not just old.

Thought we all for earthly Paradise could try
Maybe not too late, maybe our scriptures did not lie.
The greed for oil, Iraq is still getting fried.
Egos before Human life, the Darfur baby cries.
We can still Heal the World, if we promise -You and I.

2 comments:

Medha Behera said...

Liked this piece of writing!!

☭ Comrade Nambiar☭ said...

Very good piece!

Nice, sombre, though-provoking!