Friday, June 1, 2007

unnamed yet

Incredulous benevolence and satisfaction

Is what decorates a poor’s life

Poor though only by penny

Yet DESPIED by the rich

Their pride left challenged

But worse

Poorer hate’em

For being despised

Cry, they often to be hated

Seems to them, the distant

As happy as ever.

But is it??

As a rule of this complicated world

But simpler it goes:-

The Master hates the slave and

The slave despise them

So who’s superior? Prince or Pauper


There are questions unfolded,

And their answers a misery

The truth awaits the deserving

And deserving still waits,

Waits for a signal

That never turned green….

Will it??? EVER

Better it would be

To be hated and hated

So no pain, pains in ur heart

So that no emotion, remote what-so- ever

Can twinkle

When you want it dark

Better it would be

To free urself from aviary

Think as you have always thought

Free of lacuna, freed from desire

What creates a masterpiece

Is the ugliness

The creator fears of

His dreams entrapped, dreaming integrity

Mixed in miserable proportion,

The clay as it seems

Awaits its destiny

To be loved and adored

As misery and as art


Think free and for ur self respect

Rather being martyr to impossible

Maintain sanity

To be hated

And learn integrity

For being hated

Hated I am and

Hated I always want to be

To be me

To be myself


Aupsy-The cOOlest One!! said...

Dude mast likha hai(although couldnt understand most of it )...use simpler vocab mann so ppl lyk us can understand ur poetry...
or take it as...
"the poet despises the inefficient reader,
and the reader despises the abstruse poet...
so who's superior???"

Newaz keep blogging ,u've found a regular reader now!!

Mukul said...

ofcourse the poet...:p

Shruti said...

hey luvd d endin, although i think d poet himself dosn think so...

Mukul said...

so i m ready to be hated ...