A messed up generation

I’ve based this poem on all the psychedelic songs that I’ve bin listening to the past year…also some of the older albums of Porcupine Tree, and partly their album Fear of a Blank Planet (this pic is from its album art too), that speaks of the hollowness that drug abuse has brought in our young generation…n therefore it’s purposefully vague, slightly obscure etc, as these kind of songs generally are…I hope my interpretation is right here :)…

The road spins, as the car refuses to yield,

A thousand colors explode within my eyes.

We stumble out of the wreck and fall into the field,

And already we’re soaring in the dreamscape skies.

As another syringe we empty in our veins,

We hear those fiery monsters growl in the night.

The trees bend down to hold us and soothe our pains,

In its warm embrace it all somehow feels all right.

Living in a world where a vial holds all of life’s joy,

A debt to the maker that we owe, but never really know.

Or at times nothing more than a volatile, expensive toy,

With its moments of lowly tramp and sagely halo.

To find escape from reality even before it has begun,

The soul, a quest that we never satiated.

Another person added to this messed up generation,

But different from the one that she loved and then hated.

At the happiest hour, we slip into that dark abyss,

Our hands red-hot and ice-cold at the same time.

Without more of this poison, every second Death’s kiss,

Every breath a nightmare, existence is a crime.

The world all now malignant, the moon gives us a frown,

The wind plucks at our numb skin, as the steep cliffs beckon.

As the misdeeds of a life, upon us come crashing down,

We decide to fly away from it without a reckon.

And as in the breeze, free as a bird we soar away,

Our beautiful inner voice finally sings to us from somewhere afar.

Ignoring the rush of air that pleads to us to stay,

We fall, to reunite with the earth whose children we are.

Your last day on earth

I didn't really have a reason or an inspiration to write this one...i just wrote this one coz i wanted to...a thought on what you would do, were u to know beforehand this it was your last day on earth...

What would you do to validate your birth,

If you knew this was your last day on earth?

The little somethings that before silly seemed,

Living a day of the life of which you dreamed.

The man who spent everyday of in fear,

Shall this day jump from a height sheer.

The murderer shall cry the tears he never shed,

The frantic worker shall willingly waste hours in bed.

The millionaire shall relinquish his pile, earned by his guile,

Simply to see it bring upon a poor face, a smile.

The distant father, who forgot his son as he amassed riches,

Shall this day repent and try to rebuild burnt bridges.

The shy lover, who spent sleepless nights haunted,

Shall today dare to go up and ask out his wanted.

The cheating husband shall remember the vows he left behind,

And shower on his wife the love she no longer hoped to find.

The politician shall admit his crime and face the crowd,

The cowardly citizen shall stand tall for a cause of which he’s proud.

The terrorist shall bury with his bullets, his feeling sour,

The suicidal teen shall decide to tolerate one day more!

Imagine the beautiful place the world would seem,

If we saw everyday as a chance to redeem.

And we would vindicate the wisdom of the ages past,

That told us to live everyday like our last.

The alpha animal

this was one of my earliest poems, one i'd submitted to my college magazine...a satirical take on human 'progress' in the last few decades...called 'The Alpha Animal' i.e. us humans, of course...:P

Welcome to a new dawn, a new age,

Elders’ wisdom be gone, follow a new adage.

I aim for the sky as I leave behind the ground,

Further my own interests as troubles abound.

I speak of ending terror and setting things right,

Yet I am the silent killer at night..

Live in a civil society, with its customs and manners,

Full of wolves in sheepskin and devious planners.

I feign sympathy and helping those in pain,

While I plunder the weak for financial gain.

The odd charitable, the stray ray of light,

I crush without a heart with capitalistic might.

I surf the net that faster than I know,

Chancing upon the odd blatant skin show.

I’ve made personal music smarter by manifold,

That’s made our children distant and cold.

I cheer for unity, and toast bonhomie,

While I divide to rule and hoard all for me.

Condemning weapons, labelling dictators senile,

I feverishly work in secret to build my own pile.

I, the human, have taken the lead,

I have ushered in a glorious age indeed.

Something upon which the future can thrive,

That’s if my onslaught the future can survive.

The greatest circus

the idea fr the poem came from a chat i was havin with my friends when we were discussin how many countries in the world are famous fr really inconsequential things. We'd made a joke on Ireland n U2 then, n this was the product...of course the hate fr US's democracy of hypocrisy is all too apparent here...

I was bored as hell and didn’t know what to do,

So I opened my atlas and was browsing through.

My thoughts drifted to what each country had done,

What they’d cost the world and what they had given.

Thank you Japan, for Sony and Playstation,

From the kamikazes to the humorless animation.

Thank you China for a duplicate version of everything,

Like the hundred bucks i-pod that ends up in the bin.

Thank you England, for sounding as if you can’t poo,

Ireland, heck, all you gave us was U2!

Thank you France, for words no one understands,

At least Germany has cars, beer and crazy rock bands.

Cameroon, where the heck are you anyway?

Didn’t give a damn till I read about you today.

It’s great Israel, that you don’t trust anyone brother,

So small, I shout at one border, you hear it at the other.

Come on Pakistan, fund that new terrorist group,

A new government in Sri Lanka, time for another coup.

South America, who cares? Just keep dribbling that football,

If it wasn’t for your pyramids Egypt, no one would care at all.

Finally the US of A, ah what a saga of a nation,

Trying everything from sex and drugs to stupid tax evasion.

With all fancy talk of gadgetry and your glitzy awards,

You still couldn’t save two buildings fall like a house of cards.

So despite our cows on roads, and our trademark chicken curry,

And actors doing pelvic thrusts without a worry,

For a nation of a billion people, we ain’t all that bad,

Because the world’s pretty messed up, already pretty mad!

Evermore

Another sort-of-dark poem on obsessive love...i like my idea of using the growth of the river as a means to depict the passage of time, n the growing obsession...if u will pardon the self-preening :P

Evermore

Under the moonlight, by that pristine trickle,

I wait evermore, desperate and fickle.

Knowing full well that you will not come,

But then I’ve given you my heart, soul and then some.

Under the moonlight, by that stream,

I’ll drown in your eyes, with their sorrow of a requiem.

Or lay awake in a stupor, to dream deep,

In your dark hair, where the night goes to sleep.

Under the moonlight, by that gurgling sway,

I yearn to win you from him every other day.

But unnoticed, as in your ignorance I suffer,

I resolve if you aren’t mine, you shan’t be of another.

Under the moonlight, by that swirling water,

This night ring the sounds of dark slaughter.

And your admirer of years, that you cared not to know,

Shall watch you ebb away as your crimson will flow.

Under the moonlight, by that roaring river,

I wait evermore, right where you’ll lie forever.

Knowing full well that you can never come,

But then I’ve given you my heart, soul and then some.