I AM LEFT TO WHINE....

The wind speaks my heart out,

The rain washes my soul out,

Into the nature's lap,

Where I can peacefully take a nap.

In this rat race of life,

Time played the distorted fife,

Where I was left with no vitality,

And kept moving with frustrated mentality.

I needed a refreshing period to think,

I needed a moment to blink,

My tired eyes to watch the moments,

That was already sinking into time's grasp.

Time and tide waits for none,

I understood this line when I was all done,

With no close one's,no happiness,no time,

It seemed I did the most critical crime.

Cursing my soul and my fate,

I was trapped because I swallowed time's bait,

The greed to be the best caused me this lose,

The lose that cannot be repaid only can be regretted.

I have lost much and left with a handful,

And I am indebted to the moment so thankful,

To bring my conscience back in time,

To help me to secure the left with love and chime.

Here I stand safeguarding and regretting,

In the season's blissful rain and wetting,

My body to drain all pain I incurred,

And resting in nature's lap burred.

I love to be loved,

I love to be cared,

But I feel very scared,

To be hated like a spared.

I know the crime is mine,

I know I drank the selfish wine,

But believe me I have broken the stein,

Please forgive me,I am left only to whine.

Poet by Situation

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Not by birth...
Published in http://highonpoems.com/24264/english-poems/short-poem/i-am-left-only-to-whine

THOUGHTS

Thoughts are assembling alot,

      In the high time career spot,

Board exams are on its stroll,

      I feel like a crazy mole,

With all day study pressure,

      Next year I may be a college fresher,

Come what may i donot fear,

      I will fight like a mumma bear...............

Thoughts are assembling alot,

      In this high time career spot,

Thoughts of doing enginnering,

      Makes me feel as rusted ball bearing,

Thoughts of doing doctarate,

      Makes me feel as sterile mate,

So still not sure about my near furture,

      I left it as an unknown venture...............

Thoughts are assembling alot,

      In this high time career spot,

If my board results are best,

      My heart will be a chirping nest,

If the results are just better,

      My heart will be a knitted sweater,

If the results are just good,

      My heart will be in depressed mood...............

Thoughts are assembling alot,

      In this high time career spot,

Depending on my sheer luck,

      I am living like a featherless duck,

Who has all the capability,

      But ashamed of its bare skin nudity,

Now just praying to God,

I donot want to live as a finless Chord...............

  

@Poet by situation

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not by birth... 

NEVER HURT MY PARENTS

Why does the parental bond restricts me?

When I feel to fold my knee,

Standing on the side walls of my terrace,

When i know I lost my chance to flourish,

The world has showed me its rude face,

I have failed in the competitive race,

I am crushed under huge marks securer,

I am now the only failing bearer,

Who has no hope to live any more,

Standing with no sleep and a zero score....

The world's treatment to failures is harsh,

I am left to walk on lonely marsh,

Where every step is filled with deep danger,

But this unknown seems like a close stranger,

Where loosing life gives happiness,

And living with luck gives sadness,

Yes I slipped down the tracks once,

Why cannot I get another chance?

Today it seems though I thought myself clever,

But I was not that never,

I am the biggest loser of life,

Who smiles while stabbed with ruthless knife,

Today dad has to bow down to them,

The idiots who rule with their fake fame,

They said"You talk too much and waste our time."

Dad was treated ill for my crime,

But here I feel the guilt,

And feelings gather as useless rock silt....

The world only knows speech of worthless money,

To the money hungry people my poor request seems funny,

Deep down my heart a zeal has taken birth,

That i have to crush them all,those who insulted dad,

I will see them all those filthy cruel brats,

I will make them run till they die devoid of fats,

They who are unaware of the upcoming storm,

Will have to crawl at dad's feet like worm....

You damned souls wait till I get you all,

And use and throw you like rusted ball,

The hardships that my dad suffered today,

Will be repaid to you all tomorrow,

I was a quite unreactive chap,

But you awoke me and forced me to burn your map,

The day when I will demolish you guys,

I will destroy all your disputed dice,

This is not any warning given straight,

But it's my damn threat to you all my cruel mate.... 

@Poet by situation

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not by birth...

VISIT TO DAKHINESHWAR

Today the river had a typical force,

While flowing ikn it’s normal coarse,

But many things made me think deep,

While I took the holy ‘prasad’ water in a sip.

My offering puja got long over,

I noticed not a single person was sober,

With hawkers pulling for sale,

It made the temple premises worse than hell.

There came people from different place,

Just to get “Dakhineswar Mata’s “bless,

But the authority took no care,

And tagged every free place “fare”,

They were in full stride of cheating,

I got angry and ready for beating,

But dad held my hands tight,

So that I won’t start a cruel fight..

I was saddened by the sight of the cute monkeys,

As they were thrown stones by some “Idiot donkeys”,

These donkeys were animals of my kind,

But seemed to lack their humanitarian mind.

I enjoyed a bath in the Ganges River,

While it’s chilled water gave me a shiver,

I took many holy dips,

While some took their holy water sips,

Of our Ganga that was once so pure,

It said once it had power to cure,

But now it has lost that power,

Due to our waste dumping shower,

 I witnessed many wastes flowing,

And our mother river happily swallowing,

She was suffering all our treacherous punishment,

While we were busy in sailing enjoyment.

After completing my morning breakfast,

I made my photography passion “The must”,

I clicked many photos of serene beauty,

And captured many people bunking duty.

Seeing all and blaming all,

I gave our rickshaw puller a call,

While waiting for him to come,

My eyes caught the sight of some,

Some sitting with plates in hand,

And some wearing gold bracelet band,

Some begging for a little money,

And some romancing away calling each other”honey”,

I saw many children playing in footpath,

While some cleaning themselves in a paid bath,

This was a very sorrow sight,

And I came to my sense with an ant bite,

I tried to help them with money as much as possible,

But my help aroused them in a bad tussle,

Now I don’t know what to do,whom to blame,

Just praying not to see this next time all the same.. 

@Poet by situation

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