#industries
Isn’t it strange
That the ones who inspire me
Love not poetry.
So shrug when I weave my rhymes,
So nod to sleep as my words chimes,
To them, words are soundless mayhems.
Why not think in sensible terms,
The bridges, the trains, and the spaceship to the moon,
It wasn’t art in the living things,
It’s the mechanism of human beings.
Heed this then.
Metal gears shall fray,
Numbers may betray
Theories rust away before eyes,
The Circle turns to its tail and dies.
Then tangent to my heart,
Where statistics cannot lie,
There once was a me
And once was a you.
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 12:02 AM UTC
People flock to us cause the word drops through us.
Now we're all either Buddhas or barracudas.
Lookin' through our maneuvers,
try and out do us,
just a tumor nothing to us.
And I've been breathing so long,
lettin in light.
Try and discern when they began confusing wrong with what is right.
Wondering still how long I remain out of sight.
Perish or ****
I just wanted to be with life.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
We are nudging out nature, in our selfish interest
Almost trying to outdo nature and create our space
A space devoid of any beauty, mechanical churning
Deafening noise, drowning us in the decibels
Haze from the industries, making our vision blurry
Oblivious to the perils, of where we are heading
Are we leaving or building a safe abode for our progeny?
We can live in denial and continue to march ahead
Trampling many natural dreams in the name of civilization
Or measure success in different parameters
As success can’t be at the cost of defeating the purpose of life
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC