Religions and peacePeace was in days beforeWhen man lived on the treesAnimals boldly roamed the earthUntamed and absolutely freeAs man started walking the earthGods, many started coming alivePeace left for the moon and starsAnd multiple religions thrivedReligions and lasting peaceIs an oxymoron trueThis perfect contradictionNever ever would be found©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
Few words about the riots in New Delhi and the inhuman stories emanating out of the smoke and fire. Waiting for the doorbell to ring,Or just a single Phone call.Even a single message will suffice,That he is safe and alive.The fire and the smoke,and hell on the streets.Television blaring callously,Depressing news.As Debates and shouting,Numbs her … Read more
Few words about the riots in New Delhi and the inhuman stories emanating out of the smoke and fire. Bruised and fallenCrying in vainInsane chorusDrunk on revengeDrowns out the whispersOf the dying.A man in a drain.Eyes fixed and glazedBlood oozing outMuddying the drain.Another for hoursSprawled on the roadSiren wailing faintlyMany Miles away.Silent wails , silent … Read more
Is a person a speck of dustInsignificant without a voiceFloating randomlyAt the mercy of the windsFaithful Winds, Hateful windsOr terribly twisted typhoons.Is a person an atomA tiny atomWith electrons and protonsAnd a burly neutronTotally capableOf a Mushroom cloud.When they reach,A critical mass©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
What is truth,Or the ultimate truth.Or there is no such thing,As the holy grail.Messengers and preachers,divide the meekStriving to enlist the lost soulsInto their unique heavenly folds.Invoking slumberouslyfrom dusty booksMere,few thousands years old.Is there a need to clearly defineHow to live your daily life,What to eat and how to batheTo take, or not your daily … Read more
Rising sun, hiding behindA sleepy treeLeaves shivering glitteringWith the scattered goldChattering of the birdsAroused from their sleepAs Golden dartsPierce their branchesA bird in a hurryLands on the roofTakes off to a treeAnd back againRustling of the leavesAt a gentle breezeA solitary cricketIs singing stillA vagabond DogMoves and stopsStarts running aroundChasing butterfliesAnd silence of the robotsSleeping … Read more
As I lie alone on my bedI think of the people I missedI regret I did not talk to themOr apologised to many moreShould have taken a handfulFor a sunset cruise on a riverAnd a sumptuous feast laterAt a high-end extravagant dinerMany I would have just calledSimply to my homeFor a evening full of chatterAnd … Read more
Silently flows the riverHeld by the banksReaching out to the seaThrough lush green lands.Giving what it gathersFrom streams and rains.It meanders throughforests and farms.It shimmers and shinesIn a starlit sky.Exuberant in its fall,From the rocky high.Silently flows the riverAs people sing hymnsGiving off life andFulfilling their dreams©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
This poem came to me in a few lighter moments. Watching my dog playing. A puppy plays a funny game As It walks on playfully ahead Abruptly it may turn around And try to catch its tail And as the tail moves around Along with the bum It will wiggle and wiggle And struggle and … Read more
This is a poem in Cinquain format. A five line poem with 2,4,6,8 and 2 syllables per line, from line one to line five respectively. Cinquain format is usually used to describe physical imagery. TrafficRoads fullAngry driversCars buses, honking loudSnaking lines, crowded tolls andRoad rage