MY POEMS AND WRITINGS....Some food for thought .!!

[Hemant Trived1]

Hello PP,


If you have felt the pains,
If you have experienced
A catch in your throat
After reading my poetry,
Then you would know
That my poems
Have been written
In a torrent of expressions
Not easy to bear.
Because they speak of
Eons of pains
This soul has suffered
Seeing tormented world
All around .

Pain is pain,
I suffer or someone suffers.
How can I seperate "I" from "you"?

[Hemant Trived1]

DEATH OF WOMANHOOD


The velts on the battered body
Were crimson red.
Tears had dried down.
Cracked lips no more did
Tremble out of fear and pain.

For the body no more knew pain.
Other than the hunger
which burned her innards.
Parched throat could only
Utter hoarse sounds of plea.

Now she constantly pleaded
Not for freedom , but
For food and water.
The locked dark silent room
Was witness to her gradual"Breaking"

She had resisted
All threats, punishment
And sleeplessness till now.
But the hunger broke her will.

When the door opened this time
She traded her womanhood
For a glass of water
And a plate of food.

And another prostitute
was created by men.

Hemant Trivedi

[pavalamani pragasam]

Really tragic!

[pavalamani pragasam]

My heart doth now become leaden
With aches and pains gets laden
When hearing news that are sordid
Evil deeds of creatures too horrid
Demons and monsters in stories read
Come alive to wreck lives unhindered
With their fangs and claws so hideous
And wicked to harm in ways insidious

When heavy sadness fills my heart
To some pleasant memories I resort
The happy carefree childhood days
Of fun, frolic and friendly plays
Beaches, flowers, hills and dales
Any scenery that my heart regales
Little favours that life brings
And a lot of my favourite things

Those little acts of my kindness
Deeds of tact and thoughtfulness
That brightened a worried face
And emboldened to run the race
Unflinching always in my duty
Guarding the kin with loyalty
To gather knowledge my thirst
And to share it was I first

Let the ugly face of life recede
Let me only the bright spots heed
Unknown are the ways of Providence
In its kindness have I confidence
A branch is not destined to carry
Fruit bunches that are too heavy
No grudges and ill-will I keep
A soft pillow I have to sleep

[Hemant Trived1]

Dear PP,
Very nice poem.
The reality, however is very over powering.
My thoughts on what you wrote are expressed in following Haiku.



"How far can you run
In the face of stark reality that
Holds truth in its jaws ??"

Hemant

[Deep_Secrets]

..they are so beautiful, Mr. Trivedi

[jaiganes]

As I have seen Life
--------------------

Life in all its splendour appears to me like a stream!
People are no people. they are Salmons it might seem.
Everyday the flow is upward while the stream flows down
Someone else's challenge today is tomorrow our own.

Seen someone lose their way and fall prey to their fears.
Seen someone who rather appear calm like the old seers.
Seen someone who cling on to the rocks tired to continue.
Seen someone who take the plunge and come up as New.

Early days were fun and frolic making a huge splash.
Sad that those days didn't last, having gone by in a flash.
Present days are spent in planning for the next (water)fall
Because it is the words of the wise that guides one and all.

Tears and sweats of toil have rolled on but none can see.
spears of hunters(thieves) and nets of fishermen(cheats) evaded to be free.
Friends have given up saying this journey(through life) is of no use.
There exists a calmer water upstream, my progeny shall tell the news!

[Deep_Secrets]

Did you write that, JG? Very insightful...

It is very true what it says. What I gathered is that humanity is going in the wrong direction and coming face to face with sufferings and challenges that they are no match for,.. because of their own mistakes... the result is giving up on life... Some fight back, some don't and those ones lose.

[jaiganes]

Thanks DS!
I managed to write it after some effort !!
The original inspiration for some portions of the poem is a novel by Richard Bach.

[Hemant Trived1]

wonderful effort Jaiganesh, Salmon and Humans ....very fine portrayal of efforts to preserve continuity of the race.

I think best way to present the 2nd verse is,

Seen some lose their way and fall prey to their fears.
Seen some who rather appear calm like the old seers.
Seen some who cling on to the rocks too tired to continue.
Seen some who take the plunge and come up as New.

Just my though perhaps.

Plese post some more.

Hemant