Kittu

Kittu Apr 2013

Doctor O doctor.
Can you treat me?
This aweful mind refuses to greet me!

I'v been having trouble controling my thoughts.
Outbursts of creativity and crazy wandering thoughts.

I have work to do and need to concentrate!
But these wandering thoughts have me on stalemate.
The thoughts go here and the mind goes there,
They do not seem to coincide anywhere.

Doctor O doctor can you help me?
Bring these thoughts into order,
and let this mind be.

It concentrates of war,
it concentrates on pain.
None of which have any prospect of gain.

It concentrates on hate,
and the ever growing weight,
Of the population that refuses to wait.

No tollerance or patience,
No thoughts on moulding this nation.
Just fights on rights,
And pointing fingers with might!

No one looks at their duties,
Or the subtle beauties.
Beauty of diversity, and the numerous entities.
That form our great nation.
All it need is unadulterated devotion.

I have work to do and need to concentrate!
But these wandering thoughts have me on stalemate.
The thoughts go here and the mind goes there,
They do not seem to coincide anywhere.

Doctor O doctor can you help me?
Bring these thoughts into order,
and let this mind be.

Kittu Mar 2013

What is a poem?

A poem is a collection of feelings
locked in very word and meaning.

Its is a place I say stop
And listen to what I say.
coz here is my chance.

As I pour my heart out in a crystal full of words,
You listen and read like a drinker quenching his thirst.
You dont want to read?
Then what are you doing here?
This bar is not open for you sir!

Like what you read?
There is an ocean where this drop comes from,
No river no dam nothing can stop this overflow.
Overflow of feelings and thoughts that only grow.

Germinating like a seed or exploding like a bomb.
When its all that consumes the mind,
Untill its all out there,
All of it be it on even a dried wooden stump.

So read away dear readers,
some of it is what you have thunk!
Yes I say thunk coz I am a poet who feels words
and does not find them a collection of junk!

These are just my thoughts. You may have your own. I dont intend to be judgemental or acusing to anyone.

Kittu Mar 2013

Continuous Guidance

Continuous Guidance
No, not for a child.
For you and me.
How? Why? You can ask.
Mind is a child.
It reacts to people.
It reacts to situation.
It reacts to environment.
It moulds like clay,
And then stays that way.
Not wrong.
But be sure to mould it in the right.
That’s what I meant.
Continuous guidance
like a child.
At every step.
At every feeling.
At every action.
Guidance.
Mind is a puppet too.
Some people play with it.
Some situations play with it.
Be careful then,
A good person turns bad when,
It is played with.
You cannot run away.
You cannot hide.
From your own mind.
It is your baby,
It is your child.
If you don’t care,
Who will?
Guide it.
Watch over it.
But don’t think to leave it.
Forget it.
The mind will be mindless then.
It will hurt, when its hurts.
It will hate, when its hated.
It will be angry and stubborn.
And the people you love will suffer.
If you care for the people you love,
Care for it.
Care for your mind,
So it may learn to care more.

Kittu Mar 2013

Felt Manufacturing

Felt made from wool,
Wool comes from sheep.
Made by layering and compression,
Much like traditional education.
Acid used for bonding,
Water used for washing.
To remove the hate from felt,
The soft then beaten to make it stubborn.
The non-beaten remain soft,
like sheets and rolls.
They are unmarred by society.
Some get dyed in colours,
Some retain their purity.
The coloured cut,
Considered waste.
It’s the beaten that suffer all through,
But with each process becoming stronger.
To face the world,
when the time comes.
Finishes bring out beauty
Shedding the unwanted part of themselves.
They walk on to guide and polish others.
Stand out
Yet blending in nature.

Kittu Feb 2013

What the dead said

I feel the motions of the dead all around me.
Talking to me, telling me what they have seen,
and where all they have been.
The wrong that was said,
the cruelty that they met.

Of the world growing better above the sheets,
and the rotting plotting that happens beneath.
The thickness of the makeup that loads the faces,
and all the wrong that happens at other places.

All this information made my heart bleed,
Felt like doing something for someone in need.
But people in need turn greedy over time,
they beg and plead like an artist performing mime.
With faint makeup of a bullet hole,
when what they really have is a tainted soul.

This realisation left a bump,
on my soft heart and my throat in a lump.
With eyes wide i now pray everyday,
oh god please make this world better in someway.

Kittu Nov 2012

Ignored *****

You stand straight.
Sit straight
Bend till you like,

Take care of me when I cry,
Only when i cry.

Do I have to cry everyday?

I so wish to have you look me straight.
How with every curve,
Right or wrong, in or out,
I can make you look your sexiest best,
or a hunchback *****.

You look at everything else, dont you?
Then why do I stand neglected?
Like a sorry kid,
Always demanding attension.

You curl up,
and I protect you.
You face danger,
then turn to make me face it.
But now I face you.
With my words, I face you.
Supported you all our life,
now its time to reach for another.

When you grow old,
And I grow week,
I will still stand tall,
And not pretend to be meek.

You will need support,
that I know.
Physical weakness,
I'll try and never let you know.

But what about the responsibilities?
That you have sworn to bear,
Will they be lesser or heavier, in the end?

Kittu Nov 2012

Truth always prevails

A thousand needles touch the skin,
When I look at their blank faces in pain.
My body moves,
But my mind races in vain.

Their expression etched.
In form and vision.
While people all around
try to draw their own conclusion.

The ache inside
pushes me to write,
that yesterday night
had been a ****** sight.

A thousand narrations fail to create the picture.
But the depth of their shaken but determined eyes,
Draw my emotions closer.
Their strength and unity scares the people that stand,
against their backs the creepy night stands.

The pretended anger makes the shady ones press the enter key,
And out the window goes all their humility.
But truth and always truth has prevailed,
And the center head firmly curtails,
The false anger hes already fed up of
With a polite reply,
He draws the dagger off.
Only truth and facts,
That support a just cause.

The burred ghosts will now.
cause the truth to shine.
And for all those who have false in their mind,
Let me tell you,
"Truth always Prevails."