For a smile

And a smile to show a way,

Of angst and heartbreak.

For the smile and a cost to pay.

In dead things and white walls,

Oh and what a dash of color would say,

Define me not, learn me not,

Talk not to me but of another day.

The longer we wait,

The harder it gets,

So steep is the way to a smile,

For a life and a cost to pay.

In Repose

Of a dear old friend,
So many tales be to tell.
A few pictures and the few words,
Of forgiven love and forsaken swords.
On grand old graves we swore,
A friend forever is a friend no more,
Moments of repose forever lost,
On we go for we must.
Of old bent trees we'he heard,
By the winter so many fall,
Oh and by summer newer leaves abound,
And so does our time call.
And yet in folly we wait,
For forgotten times to be remade,
The first steps are hard to take,
And thus a destiny we fake.

Friday Night In The Rain

O and a cold friday night it was,
And I was walking down in the rain, 
People walking the road to home, 
Water but more washed out in the rain. 
Cold was a feeling , a  passing thought; 
A haze of smoke and mist in the rain,
Memories of old and dearly bought,
O what pain was flowing out in the rain! 

--lost the rest of it. Will need to revise the poem though.

The Willowy Apparition

Is it the wine that speaks, 
Or the inner id, 
Of the gloomy years and unending tales, 
And of the few that I can speak.
Ere the nights grow long,
And the days grow dark, 
Before the years are done, 
And the writing is stark. 

Willows do stand, Willows do fall, 
By the brook they stand,
By that brook they fall.

Something by the way they stand, 
Something by the way they fall.

Population control ...

For a nation of a billion people , to have reached that number , imagine the effort, that we Indians put in to create so many naked frolicking tiny Indians. And we still can't teach our kids sex?

    They say the cat has nine lives.Coincidence that the human gestation period is nine months? To put the things into perspective our watchman's wife has been pregnant whenever I have seen the poor lady.And from the human sizes rolling all around the floor, it seems; they have been at it for a long time.What bums me out is how and where ? Not to get too crass about it but, we Indians as a collective soul would certainly crack a record for being at it. Indian culture is all about having sex and not having to talk about it. World take heed ! If this phenomenon were ever to made public a lot many disgraced westerners with their post-renaissance intelligentsia would die to take the proverbial nine lives in India.Freud, I think just rolled over in his grave. 
  
   What bums me out about us Indians is; for the extremely large populace so much enjoying sex, how do we let the women be pregnant for lot of the time? This basically limits the time, the dominant male populace can enjoy.If someone can batter the fact into the woolly hare brains of pastoral India, that I guess would be the best contraceptive India can ever think to have. That might seem sadistic on my part to suggest such a gross measure but I guess giving multiple births might not be as good. And I guess if the women weren't pregnant all the time, there would be little lesser collateral damage.( I actually disgusted myself there. Whew !)

  The weirdest thing that comes out it seems India needs to have more sex to create less babies. Logic eh!

A price too steep

Why is it that the winds blow right,
Why for the sun the flowers will rise;
Why but for the smell the birds do sing,
Why for the love of sight the blind will kill.
Why do we feel but when the pain is sharp,
Why is a dulled edge so hard to snap,
Why do nights be so cold and stretch so long!
Memories do die, yet smell so strong.

The night is young , yet do we sleep;
My shadows and me for memories weep,
Tis harder to forget, harder to keep,
For love and a kiss: a price too steep !

On the faithless

On the faithless, Of their hope,

What can words speak,

A day , a week and years have gone by.

Of the godless, of salvation,

Why was hell written,

For the heaven be so droll.

Of the religious, of the rightful,

Why do elders speak,

For we do an innate beast share.

Of the virtues, Of the faith,

What does life ask,

but a grim smile and a toothless stare.

We live on faith.We fight for it.And then again sometimes we fight against it.Some say faith is all but a hope for redemption.But then where is hope? Where is redemption?

For so much that religion teaches us, for the belief that it provides and the faith, the gods do promise redemption.And redemption comes as a promise of an afterlife none have seen.Of the three what has to be decided is, which is the bigger joke. The faith that drives us, the religion that preaches hope or the gods that never were.