With a leap off the leaf,
My heart skips a beat,
A million colours woven into,
This minuscule treat!
Frivolous with the trademark flight,
It dances in the sky,
And I wait sly like a fox,
With a gleam in my eye!
Waiting on the sly,
I can't help but adore,
Nature's palette on its wings,
I can't help wanting even more!
On my ears sounds I cannot hear,
Of pain and of captivity,
As my fingers clasped on the wings,
An epitome of nature's subtlety!
For years and years,
A once frivolous monarch lay,
In between papers,
Now faded and unable to play!
As I sleep, sometimes I do see,
The woven colours of glee,
I twist and turn but I can't go back,
Nor from these memories can I flee!
I just wish I'd left it, Watched for an hour more,
At its frivolous best,
The colours would have given me hope,
Like they do to the rest!
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Subtle Complexities and Myriad Simplicities by Ashok Subramanian P is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Friday, March 28, 2008
The Citizen
Clasps of lightning uproot the trees,
As a wicked storm replaces the breeze,
A thousand lives a second they seize,
And in the eye of the storm, an innocent man!
He with his troubles all left behind,
To his kin and his duties he did bind,
And Alas! What he did finally find,
He was the scape-goat, of a con-master plan!
Clangs of metal on metal does sound,
The last of his kin were never found,
For a man who to all his duties was bound,
He was bound to die, so short, his lifespan!
At the corner of my eye, a tear,
What all did the poor man bear,
Through the nation a longish sear,
And me and my heart, Salute the brave man..........
As a wicked storm replaces the breeze,
A thousand lives a second they seize,
And in the eye of the storm, an innocent man!
He with his troubles all left behind,
To his kin and his duties he did bind,
And Alas! What he did finally find,
He was the scape-goat, of a con-master plan!
Clangs of metal on metal does sound,
The last of his kin were never found,
For a man who to all his duties was bound,
He was bound to die, so short, his lifespan!
At the corner of my eye, a tear,
What all did the poor man bear,
Through the nation a longish sear,
And me and my heart, Salute the brave man..........
Last Laugh(Holy Wars)----> The first two lines are from Megadeth's Holy Wars.....Punishment Due, written by Dave Mustaine/Megadeth.
Brother will kill brother, Spilling blood across the land,
Killing for religion, Something I don't understand!
While a brethren writhes in pain, the bystanders they Laugh,
And then the bystanders writhe, and the tortured get their Laugh!
And then I do Laugh, at the Laughable spectacle,
And the elders they frown, at their Wisdom's pinnacle!
Buried alive their souls, They call themselves whole,
and I Laugh again, as on broken glass they roll!
In my mind a cleaner Land, it's just a dream I find,
That's all it'll ever be, a Heaven in my mind.........
Killing for religion, Something I don't understand!
While a brethren writhes in pain, the bystanders they Laugh,
And then the bystanders writhe, and the tortured get their Laugh!
And then I do Laugh, at the Laughable spectacle,
And the elders they frown, at their Wisdom's pinnacle!
Buried alive their souls, They call themselves whole,
and I Laugh again, as on broken glass they roll!
In my mind a cleaner Land, it's just a dream I find,
That's all it'll ever be, a Heaven in my mind.........
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