Society Maketh a Man

Society Maketh a Man

Swirling round in my thoughts I sat,
With my ears soaking the faintest din.
Watching others talking of this and that
Calm, was I, balanced was my Ying.

Rugged and unfresh, he looked to me.
Ill were his fits, on his fragile frame.
A misfit amongst us he seemed to be,
Unrefined, Underprivileged, a nameless name.

Invisible to the pairs of eyes, seemed the lad.
Effortless was effort made to make place for him.
Despondency consumed the shards of pride he had,
Sat he, near my feet, surely not his whim.

We sat, gazing at the passers-by, blurred.
Bumps and pot holes combat he to stay put,
Clutching at the sides he sat, his fragility stirred.
While I cocked my head at the sound of a woot.

Harsh laughter pierced through my ears,
Of collegiates parked in car that stood next to us.
A silent pledge he breathed at the rudeness of his seers.
Heart wrenching it was, under breath I uttered a curse.

Leading a cushy life they are apathetic towards others.
Didn't he denude his body language of distress?
Anti social he'll be one day, when further he dithers,
The child of society's uncourtly and lowly jests.

Society maketh a man, that I very well know.
But a Society, it is of wretched surface gliders,
Insensitive who are to other's woes,
Shall one day make Him an anti social, yet a survivor.

The Spirit Within

The Spirit Within

An ordinary life, the daily routine.
Dull and boring to the adventurous it may seem.
Not that I do not let my spirit soar high.
Irregularities and inconsistencies keep her from touching the sky.

I stare into the pin-prick holes of the shower.
In anticipation for it to wake me up from the sweet bower.
The gurgle and it comes lashing down.
Furiously hitting against me, I feel my weariness drown.

My lashes flutter as I darken my eyes,
The mirror silently screams at me to shed the false guise.
I embark upon another longitudinal day,
Mundane and monotonous it is, needless to say.

Free spirited and uncaring of the world I want to be.
Break the chains that bind me, invisible to the prying eyes spying on me,
So apprehensive of let going myself to sound's faintest din,
Murderous, it is to cage one's spirit within.

Slain in Vain

Slain in Vain

Never wondered life would get so pointless.
How the fire within burns out, you can never guess.
The colors are gone, the bleakness remains.
Deep they went into the waning gut of unending pain.

I sit in my loft, swirling my pen, pondering.
Of those odes and ballads that I would never sing.
You don't do that when your soul has been slain.
The trail that I set on is lost, it was all in vain.

A Branch of the Fantasy Tree

A Branch of the Fantasy Tree

I want to go to the outer space.
Where time will move at a snail's pace.
Drifting in air, afloat with happiness,
Down into the black hole will disappear my sadness.

Through the looking-glass I shall peek,
Into the darkness, unknown to me what I seek.
Futile, it may be to the discerning eye,
And unimportant to the eavesdropper, on the sly.

When gloom and darkness shroud the mind,
such are the pursuits I whine to find.
On restrospect, it may be a meaningless trip for me.
Uncaring, I am, for it was a branch of the Fantasy Tree.

My fascination for an "uninteresting" game..

Okay, so I'll divert a bit from my regular poetry and digitally manipulated junk and write about something which is genuinely close to my heart (No..its not about a guy! :P)

There's one game that has fascinated me since I was a child. Didn't quite under understand it but loved the dynamics of it. While everyone would watch n play Cricket, I'd surf channels to catch a match of this sport. 9-ball pool is what I'm talking about..

Distressed, I am to see its condition is India..nobody really watches it or understands it. Boring, stagnant, slow and "uncool" are what some of my acquaintances describe it as. hmmmmm..I call that irrational-illogical interpretation of a wonderful game that requires great deal of grey cells dribbling away to chart out a clever move on the table. I find peace..I mean literally with my friends from Taiwan and Phillipines with endless discussions on who'll win and who'll lose in the tourneys. I'd be lost without 'em!..lol.

Another particularly annoying thing that I'm asked about is how I manage to remember the names of the players? I back Taiwan in world pool and as always they have the typical names -- Yang Ching Shun, Chao Fong Pang, Wu Chia Ching, Kuo Po Cheng, Chang Jung Ling, Chang Pei Wei n lots more. To my acquaintances.. its nothing more than "chilli chicken" or "pork shang dong"..I'm like..Sha!!