Blind power

We all need power, don’t we?
To be at a liberty to think, at liberty to see
The power to make our own choices
And of holding our heads high and free

Yet power corrupts one, doesn’t it?
To a stage where no restrictions seem anymore fit
When one feel superior to frivolous rebukes
And the power consumes us bit by bit

It’s a necessary evil that creeps in
Preceded by greed and followed by sin
And you abandon your friends and forfeit your kin
When Blinded by power, it’s all about a win

Pause and think, beyond this blindfold can you see?
Is this the ‘powerful’ you sought to be?
Power to you, to empower.

Mellifluous melodies

Under your hands sleek

Holding that wood bleak

You let it slide across the fret

Melody escaping where your fingers met

The to and fro metal strings

In harmony with the voice that sings

A soulful song straight from the heart

That puts together all that was broken apart

I sit entranced, enchanted and glued

In this moment time flies, I belong with you

And as the notes rise, into a haven I rise above

In that song I found solace, I found love.

Words

The air we inhaled, drawn by the lung

Vibrates in the neck moulded by the tongue

Forms a weapon, deadliest of all

That could be the rise or a fatal fall

Words, these mere words, written in ink

Before you utter, before you mutter, pause and think

They could foster a bond, dripping in sweet

Vary them a little, to be fierce, radiating heat

Your words waged wars, your words brought peace

Your words made promises, that they betray, or did they keep?

A gun without bullets, can bring no hurt

Pen is only mightier than sword, when laced with words

Echoing back and forth, you repeat and rewind

The said and unsaid, sounds of your mind

So before you speak, ponder over once

’cause once said, the damage is done

And this choice of words, makes all the difference.

( A follow-up to ‘the pen’

https://penpalblogs.wordpress.com/2016/11/02/the-pen )

The Pen

A sharp tip, with a metal nip

Slender and sleek, on sheets bleak

It poured itself over the white

Leaving imprints left and right

Curved and diagonal, bent and straight lines

Visual notations one at a time

What it self was do much more than the sum

Of the letter tha lay organised in turns

Records of past, descriptions of vast

lands afar, or lovers done apart

It captured laughs and it expressed cries

The pen went on and on, penning the words so wise..

(A follow up coming soon:Words )

Stay tuned! 🙂 

Is the war worthwhile?

Horns intertwined, on a plane inclined
A downwards slope it is
Rolling in the mud, covered up in blood
Your downfall it is
Screams an cries the throats are dry
On parched ground you lay
Agony and pain, what did you gain?
Ad that war stretched by the day
Realise your worst fears as the end comes near
Your last breath’s a sigh
Regret or relief, what do you believe?
Is the fight worthwhile?

Unsure ways..

I stand on origin
I’m not sure which way
Positives it’s supposed to be
Yet, the negatives sway

The world spins
I face, not sure which way
Things seem to be heading south
Yet, there’s hope in the East ray

I find myself on the crossroads
I tread, not sure which way
Turns to be a weary road
And buried beneath, my demons lay.