In Search Of Freedom
In search of freedom; how strange
Waves are running away from oceans
Rays are running away from light
Can they ever sever from their founts?
Fastened are lives, likewise
One and all in this universe
To the unraveled hidden source
Yet humans run in nescience
Towards illusory independence
Stop your sprint dear straying mortals
Start searching your inner souls
Not really fathoms deep to grope
Well nigh the ultimate free rein
In the wellspring! The Mighty Divine! !
poem by Sathya Narayana
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Forbidden Fruits
They are meant to be kept
Under chastity quilts
By function they excrete;
Stink and a shame to exhibit
Damn with these new age tastes
Cat-walking are private parts
With unabashed conceit
Acts done under thick night sheets
Are moaning wild on blue screens
Voyeurs are hailed as connoissures
And sadists as epicurians
Yeah! Waning must be the effects
Of forbidden wisdom fruits
On humans; eons after; at last
Blinded are they of distinction
Between beauty and obscenity
poem by Sathya Narayana
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
My Love
MY LOVE
LOVE! Like a jasmine so fragrant
Invisible and inherent, yet flagrant
Diffusing its scents without asking for it
No need crush the flower to extract
It is yours always, I gave the patent
Whether you take it wholehearted
Or pretend not to admit the fact
Well seized is your tender heart
In the clutches of my endearment
Futile are your feeble efforts
To breakout is not within your might
My love and I like scent and flower
Inseparable forever, that is right! ! !
poem by Sathya Narayana
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
You And Bonsais
Hundred years seem to you
A very short journey
In the time’s whirlwind
One day you dropp
Like a tender bough
Feeling scant of the saps
You sipped from the Earth
And wait for a new life!
May be many a life
To slake fully your thirst
Ignore the callus dwarfs
With stunted brains
Who may feel complete
Even at young sixties
They are just bonsais
At two feet from the floor
They claim of holding
[...] Read more
poem by Sathya Narayana
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Farewell
We left the house! No! Lost it!!
To repay our growing debts
Three years of drought and
three years of flood
In the vageries of weather
we poor farmers withered
Sweat dried; returns eluded
Crop loans intact remained
With one last look
At the doors locked
We bid farewell to the
sweet home we held
So dear for many a decade
And reached the open world
To join our own crowded creed
Of former farmers in dire need
To eke livelihood as casual labour
In the same fields we once owned
poem by Sathya Narayana
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Guillotine (Revised)
Her heart is a guillotine
Alas once placed I, mine
Out rolled, two pieces anon
The time-doctor was cool
Cobbled the two halves with his spool
My fake pride daubed some smile unguent
But remained raw that fatal lesion
With clotted blood's red stains
Reminding me the worst ever let down
Well! Never enough of the learned lesson
This fool of a heart still moans in pain
Pines frantically for a love sign
Of what virtue is it’s reckon
From a cloudless empyrean
Expecting a soothing rain
poem by Sathya Narayana
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
I, She And Silence
First, first...
Over phone...
"Hello"... "Hello"
For hours… sweet talk…
Many a laugh…
3 years later...
Face to face
"Hi"... "Hi"
Two shy smiles…
Silence...
Two cups of coffee...
Silence...
While parting two broad grins...
Silence…
She turned aside …bit her lips
I sighed…scratched head
Silence…silence…silence…
[...] Read more
poem by Sathya Narayana
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Poor Gandhian
A Gandhian by name ‘Saheeman’
Aged about ninety nine
Called on officer Mr.Suborn
And complained with great concern
“Your subordinate Mr.Paisaman
Demanded thousands fifteen
For sanctioning my pension
Oh God! What’s happening to my nation”
Mr.Suborn thought for minutes ten
Scratching his coarse skin
And said “He is a greedy swine
I’ll teach him a good lesson
Don’t worry my old gentleman
I’ll see your job is done
With less than half the strain
Give me just thousands seven.”
poem by Sathya Narayana
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Choice
Some wake up sharp by the daybreak
Take a bath; wear ashes or tilak
Liberally on their foreheads and bodes;
Burn incense and light oil wick;
Before their deities and join the world
To swindle, squeeze and abuse the weak
Some rise late by eight or nine
After a seesawed night of spilled over wine
And go out to help the maimed
Unfed, oppressed and distressed
If one asks me to make a wise choice
I don’t mind siding with the sinful looking latter
In spite of the God-factor with the sinister former
poem by Sathya Narayana
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Dilettatish Hunger
Sitting in my porch lounger
I satiate my dilettantish hunger
With nocturnal devour
Of succulent silence
I dwell hours agape
In a blissful mope
Gazing at the sleeping milieu
Wondering once more
At the infinite beauty He heaved
With His magical caduceus
On the Earth’s canvas
From night-long vigil
I hardly pick few speckles
Of His boundless spectacle
I stand in awe of
His grand oeuvres ever-growing charm
That remains a connoisseur’s conundrum
Till the daybreak
[...] Read more
poem by Sathya Narayana
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!