Wednesday, December 30, 2009 | By: The Speaking Wood

....living in the moment.

 













 







I was waiting for life to happen to me
and I saw it pass by
better times to see
and not having to cry

I was waiting for dreams to turn into reality
and they shattered one by one
kindness amongst cruelty
and turn around things already done

I was waiting to make it big
and I always fell short
Execution of plans without any rig
and not having to abort

I was waiting for perfection
and everything became a compromise
Confident of my circumspection
and not the same old reprise

I was waiting for an end to this state of flux
and it just took over me
Desperation to get down to the crux
and method in madness to see


 I decided I need to live in now
and find a mean for feeling to vent
I seem to have found the strength to gain it all back somehow
By just living in the moment
Saturday, December 5, 2009 | By: The Speaking Wood

Is this what we were meant to do?




















(An amateur writer’s impression on the recent chain of events in Hyderabad)
Its lovely weather and I have nothing better to do
So I thought I will ask you
Let form a cause, let’s form an issue, find a reason to brood
Yeah, lets burn some buses dude

We are fighting for our rights
While lag of duties has risen to phenomenal rights
Some action is missing in life
Let do something and create some strife

The climate is creating havoc everywhere
But this is our claim to fame rare
Let’s not waste a moment to stop and think
Let’s destroy everything in a blink

There people to be fed and roads to be built
There are chores to be done and matters to be dealt
Those are responsibilities of others in the city
I have no reason to feel guilty

I can make something of me and do my kin proud
But that takes a lot of hard work for crying out loud
I will break glass; destroy property and burn in this conspiracy crude
Come my brother, let’s burn some buses dude!!!
Friday, October 16, 2009 | By: The Speaking Wood

....orchestrate the end of mankind!















On the occasion of worldwide "Blog Action day", October 15, 2009.
www.blogactionday.org


How did we land up on this edge?
Is it the result of our quest for knowledge?
In search of profits against nature
We find ourselves today at this juncture

Our reason for existence, depleting day by day
Cemented walls falling like castles of clay
There is chaos beyond our imagination
Unnerving is our technology fascination

The seasons are turning around
Chilling cold and Smoking ground
Each concrete jungle gets us close to extinction
Our mind consumed with greed, for any distinction

Our homes decorated with the ruins of the wild
Disappearing species a warning mild
Our charm to use things that do not decompose
Comforts do not allow alternative methods to propose

What is it that stops us from seeing any sign?
The pursuit of progress that made us cross the line
Have we become deaf and blind?
As we orchestrate the end of mankind?

On the occasion of worldwide "Blog Action day", October 15, 2009.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009 | By: The Speaking Wood

Where's Life Headed????
















Born with a twinkle in my eye
Of dreams beyond the sky
A want to achieve things beyond comprehension
Devour of any apprehension

There’s always something to achieve and someone to defeat
Every step a battle no chance to retreat
Grades to achieve, behavior to follow, chores to do
There were rules on manner to breathe too

Blinded by lessons in patience and perseverance
Food, Cloth and Shelter and a whole lot of pretense
Good education, good job to measure my success
How could I be any less

Would I be someone with a lot of power and pelf
Or be happy experimenting being a chef
Would I have a band of my own
Or through writings would I be know

What I have today is basket of degrees
A job that allows me to pay a high living fees
It sends a shiver down my spine
Is it, that my dreams and reality do not align

Life is slipping away like the grains of sand
Not even traces remain on my hand
Tuesday, September 1, 2009 | By: The Speaking Wood

How Convenient!













Don’t know if this is complete yet....

U think,

For you ignorance is bliss
For me no bigger crime than this
For you callousness disguises as space
For me it cannot be present even in trace

For you lying is a birthright
For me a disguise to my plight
For you the stars are the destination
For me a mere wish is a fascination

For you the knowledge of the world is less
For me it causes unnecessary stress
For you its learning from your mistakes
For me it is raising the stakes

For you this birth was for a season
For me fault of the season

I think,

For you it is convenience
For me it is just my lenience
Wednesday, August 19, 2009 | By: The Speaking Wood

Life.....less than none!!!














Emotions overrated
Reality understated
Dynamic fluctuations
Conflicting situations

Web of desires
Burning pyres
want for more
Acceptance of what’s in store

Difference of thoughts
Miscommunication in lots
unidentified state
Disaster’s bait

Wavering footsteps
revamped preps
Fear of the unknown
defense walls grown

Simple decision
Focused precision
the done can’t be undone
a life less than none
Wednesday, August 12, 2009 | By: The Speaking Wood

.....and I break down and cry!!!















When I feel them walk all over me
Knowing my pain, they will not bother to see
Its then that I feel like tearing the world apart
A fire of rage, burns within my heart

When I see myself fall flat on the ground
I feel the thorns below and around
If only I could destroy the garden of life forever
The lure of flowers tells me to do that never

When I feel I am alone
Supposed friends ready to hurt with knives and stones
Its then I wish I had someone
Soon realizing soul mates for me are none

When hard work brings failure always
I yearn for the better days
Its then that I feel I am doomed
And hope someday I’ll see the bloom

When I see people playing games
Lauding me, then calling me names
Then I feel ashamed of it all
Wondering why they stoop so small

When I see my dreams shatter in front of me
When the question is to be or not to be
When every breadth of mine pinches like a sword
Its then I scream and say why! O Lord!

How desperately I try to fill my heart
To get up and make a fresh start
Have the faith and courage to try
But all I do is break down and cry.
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