Verse of the Day

Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, June 08, 2008

When I met Why

Why are the worst the rulers?
Do we choose them?
Or maybe we never ruled,
and got called worst instead.


Why is the other lane always faster?
Or did I never notice?
Maybe because when my lane is faster,
I lay lost in stupid bliss.


Why is poverty every where?
Am I also poor?
If no, why cant I give,
Is my heart really pure?


Why do wars go on?
Cant the world leaders hug?
Maybe they already have,
and now together others they slug.


Why do people have to smoke?
Does it give them a kick,
Does it feel better than cancer,
or would a tumour do the trick.


Why do terrorists go spread terror?
Have their souls gone dead?
Or is it really someone else,
Or is the terror in my head?


Why do celebrities act,
even when they're off screen,
Do they always have to be good,
Arent humans sometimes mean?


Why does tea taste better hot,
well, I like iced tea,
but then if they follow what I like,
The note would not have Gandhi.


Why are policemen corrupt?
Dont they get paid enough?
Or maybe even if paid double,
even their bribes will double up.


Why do fools fall in love?
doesnt everbody else?
Well id rather be a fool,
on second thoughts, id rise in love instead.


Why are little girls made of.
sugar spice & everything nice?
Then how come when they grow up,
they show slander and malice?


Why do peoms need to have rythm?
Why do their lines need to rhyme?
Well, my poems dont have rythm.(do they?)
So when you read them you'll know they're mine.

Saturday, June 07, 2008

My Crime against Time

I want to stop you so bad,
I want to turn you back,
but how do I hold you?
you slip off like cold dew.

Testing times you make me see,
just because I dont respect thee.
Have all the successful been thy slave,
Is that why my success lies in a grave?

Ticking away, ticks me so!
unstoppable ticking,I so well know,
Just a little needle, that goes tick tock,
Makes the world spin like a top.

Maybe im wrong, maybe im blind,
I try to hide, when I should find.
I wouldnt find turnips, in a field of maize,
I wouldnt find darkness, in the midst of rays.

Maybe I should look at doing things,
with passion, desire, attention and zing.
Maybe fighting time, is like burning water,
Maybe its not about the fight, but about the potter.