Music

Music...an outlet for emotions...can express most feelings experienced by any living being!!!
this poem personifies Music as a goddess...and describes some of her qualities which i feel she possesses..

Music - so beautiful
A Passion of mine
Has anyone experienced
Something this Divine?

It is a field so Vast
It gives you Space
It can be Vibrant
Or display Grace

Not one can Tame Her
In Entirety
Useless will be Reigns
With ease She'll break free

Any day, if one's feeling down
She always comes around
Singing Her mesmerizing Song
And erasing many a frown

At the doorstep of every Season
She pays a visit to every Town
Whether Spring or Winter
She leaves behind jingling sound

Music is the
Epitome of Happiness
In her presence
For worries, One could care no less

'She' is the Goddess
Of Expression
As she can convey the Feelings
Of any being - Animal or Person

There is no End
To Her Abilities
As Her constant Evolution
Is to herself a Discovery

Music is Eternal
No obstruction stands Time
She changes with every Genre
Yet never loses her Wonderful Chime

Music is a Wonder
Immortal and Free
She will always remain
'The Untamed Beauty'

Her Hidden Temper

This poem talks about nature's fiery temper
once she is angered she can prove to be more dangerous
than the devil himself
and where the different elements act as her weapons of destructions

T'was a Dark
And stormy night
Stars were dim
And out of sight

The waves lashed
The winds howled
The rocks cracked
And revealed their scowl

Flames danced
In bright Orange-Red
A Magnificent site
Leaving many Dead

The Earth apart
The land in Floods
Trees Ablaze
Like Golden studs

The Sky so Black
Clouds Dangerously low
Conveyed that more
Was to Overflow

The Streams and Oceans
Knew no bounds
It seemed like the Fish
Would've drowned!

Storms and Hurricanes
Ripped apart
What stood in their way
And many a Heart

Appearing to have Unleashed
Her Satanic Sins
There She bore
Her Evil Grin

Earth and Hell
That night Alike
Man and Beast
Had fled in Fright

Nature's rage
Showed them all
That above her Power
None could Crawl

For hours together
Her wrath didn't bend
It seemed like the World
Neared its End

Then at last
At the Final Strand
The Rain ceased
On Sea and Land

The Earth was clogged
In water it soaked
Broke, the First Ray of Dawn
A Glimmer of Hope

The World once again
A Beautiful Place
Of Her Fury
She showed no Trace.

The World

this is one of my most prized poems....
it talk bout the negative face of the world we live in.....and how it is going to have an adverse affect on the future generations.....
if the necessary steps are not taken to set things right

Oh!! what a blow
my mind right now does show
engulfed in a cloud of confusion
which blocks clear vision
it damages my precision
and out goes my concentration
conflict is all i can see
i find nowhere else to be

what can i do now??
other than furrow my brow
as disturbance
my present experience
obstructs my path to bliss
this i have noticed
far far away from happiness
yet it continues to grow hopeless

the atmosphere speaks tragedy
terror surrounds me
how i wish i could flee!!
from a world with no glee
with just pure misery
where no power will agree
willing to compromise on safety
even after listening to their people plead

there is nobody to trust
what a world so full of lust!!
politicians filled with lied
while their subjects before them cry
but do they even care whether its just or unfair
nay! hope is rare
as corruption just fills the air

all the morals gone down the drain
now all that pours is acid rain
technology now - a boon or bane
or just driving us insane
to a world with no food or grain
what is there left to gain
all this is just a consequential chain
effects of those who've been inhumane


desire to grow
has caused us this blow
desire to rule
has shown us how cruel
we can get when we bicker
proves our intentions can easily flicker
all this has occurred, because of figures
who stand tall like Adolf Hitler

imagine our world in harmony
where exists no fights for wealth and money
where equality rules
and racism is for fools
and crimson the colour of flowers
not of nasty scars and bloody showers
a world living up to its creation
a world of nothing but perfection

peace?!?! is not a word
we prefer using a sword
to fight an bring about war an destruction
a catalyst to our species' extinction
but who do we owe our explanation
to none but ourselves and the nation
as we want something this grotesque
we might as well complete our conquest

so act now, do not be late
to protect our world from such a fate
to avoid our doom
and to resume
our actual fight
for a good cause and the right
to a progressive flight
to a future that is ensured bright
with no competition for might!!