Saturday, September 12, 2009

Goddess of Gold

One day, while traveling,
Something thinking and unraveling;
I came across a goddess statue,
Embossed in gold with a virtue;

The goddess was surrounded by a crowd,
Piercing with prices of bidding loud;
From thousands, lacs and millions,
The bids went high to alarming billions;

The goddess stood still,
Holding her unimaginative will;
Hundred of fingers pointed her,
Her sanity, vanity churned with stir;

Finally the highest fingers win,
Throwing others in a shameless bin;
With a silent voice she was sold,
The person left with goddess of gold;

Later one day in the news,
I read an article with a muse;
The golden goddess has changed its place,
A theft occurred and it was lost in space;

I thought and wondered,
A lot and pondered;
Who with the goddess was?
Was he a thief or a priest of flaws?

A goddess worth billion of dollars,
Unable to save her from the eventual robbers;
Robbers of identity and robbers of belief;
Robbers of reality and robbers of relief.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

She Misses....

Standing often, beautifully she sings,
Sonic, rhythmic like flapping wings;
Sitting lonely, sometimes she sobs,
Painful, pitiful, unseen from mobs;

Zigzag lights hitting her eyes and fly,
Looting, plundering her visionary sigh;
Still she sings among the harsh noise,
Hiding, sliding her melancholy voice;

Green bangles and some are red,
Trodden, stolen from her hands of wed;
She watches them rolling her hands,
With lub-dub heart on shaking lands;

Bounded in an area-she swirls around,
Making, waking her childhood sound;
The toys are lost and the dolls are killed,
With darkness, farness the future filled;

The song itself tells her story,
Suppressed, depressed without any glory;
Telling about her that she misses her eyes,
Her mission, vision-one could see with sighs;

In the song, one could see her fate lines,
The sound, wound of the falling coins;
In the rounded and filled bowl,
Girl like pearl, in sea, without soul.