Trees

Over the green
Beneath the brown
Sentries and observers
Of years past stand still
Through the flaky wisps of time.
They watch,
Immovable bystanders.
Silent perceivers and beholders
Of the fate of many.
I gaze and I gaze...
I wish and I want
Will ye not tell me
The stories of centuries past ?!

Cruel Hope

Every hope
Broken,
Foolish heart
Refuses the lesson
And hope...
Hope still wins
Smirks
O taunting hope
Bribes and beckons.
Yet again...and again.
An end never changing
Awaits.
The delicate dream
Shattered remains.
Lone shoulders
Burdened left alone.
O imprudent heart,
Will ye not learn yet?!
Hope shall spring eternal
But you...O you...
Shall remain defeated.

Innocence?!

20 JANUARY 2014, 20:07
To forgive and forget!
'Tis a blessing indeed!
Pursued
Only by a true golden heart
Is it honest kindness simply naivety?!

The first line of the poem was inspired by an English teacher of  mine, Mrs.Kiran Agarwal Mam. I was fortunate enough to be taught by her from 8th grade to 10th. I remember she used to keep telling us the same line in class...and it stuck!
So....thank you Mam...you were an inspiration and a beacon of hope to us!

The Hunt

20 JANUARY 2014, 22:54
Quick...a movement
The leaves quiver
A trail to follow
Glistening eyes of the doe
Eyes that twinkle with mischief and play
The arrow misses
The doe bounds and leaps
The air, a companion faithful.
A bush, red with wet berries,
Rubies in the woods
Provides refuge
Another arrow...
Misses its mark
But injured hind legs
Betray their master's trust
Too late, realization hits
The game for the doe
Turns into desperate survival .
Eyes that glistened
Now cowed in fear and dread
Of a future uncertain.
Mischievous eyes change Acceptance marks there depths
Of no life.
The end grew near
Tendrils of darkness reach out
An arrow aimed, and hit
On its mark
Proud arrow, lifeless doe!
With the last rays of the golden sun
The sadistic hunter claims its prey!

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Rebellion...

20 JANUARY 2014, 19:16
A rendezvous
A secret exchanged
Over sweet memories.
Talk...fierce...independence...
Hushed.
Stamping rhythmic feet
Screams and shouts of terror
Shrieks that make the blood run cold
Quick...fast death.
The booted feet return
From whence they came forth.
What remains...splattered blood.
With only the moon and trees
As witnesses
And a story to tell.

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Death

20 JANUARY 2014, 18:55
There she lay
Bound forever in an
Eternal embrace with
The maker of her shell
Silent.
Empty eyes gazing into
Nothingness 
Too young- they said
Dreams and hopes
Lie in vain.
All that's left are her
Memories.
And she lies there still
Even as the seasons change
And the shadows grow longer still.

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Time

18 DECEMBER 2013, 18:11

Time is cruel
Minutes grow dreary
When the mind is at ease
The more we hasten
The more it crawls
Oh your tyranny!
Your snail torture!