Saturday, September 17, 2011

A Question

With a heavy load he trots to school.
Bulging knowledge but shoulders droop.
Here it ends, here it begins-
yet another day of battle with books.
How this chore that once brought amuse
when thrill aroused just by peruse-
has now become a substance to gauge,
and joy remains only in muse.
Devil exam creeps in the slumber,
keeps eyes open to chase some numbers.
A cruel race without a finish line.
One not learns but just remembers.
Little spider is caught in it's own web-
needs an hour-glass that is sand-less.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Fox (Tanka)

A pair of green eyes
hounds its prey deep in jungle
shadows every move
till the hunt appears close
camouflages the intent.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Ebb And Flow

I ask the sea to reveal her secrets,
but hear not the music when she sings.
I see the ripple that every wave creates,
and sight not the offer that each tide brings.
Tasteless is life in absence of mystery,
and lonely is a pebble without a shore.
Why be empty of love and humour?
sea remains unchanged as waters ebb and flow.