Tuesday, 29 November 2011

To Know What Lasts

I marvel (in despair) at how we seem so governed by technology, at how it has infiltrated our lives and defined society so indifferently. I recall a time where the electricity tripped in our laboratory, rendering the LAN useless, and how everyone frantically froze, as if their world had crumbled before them. I smiled, (borderline) snickered, sat back and continued reading my good ‘ol paperback. Are we going to allow ourselves to be swallowed deeper and deeper into modern obscurity and forget the values of old which we, as mankind, could once take pride in?

Oh, lead us not into the path, that does not lead to You.

A blip in the board
A flip in the system
Faces froze
As if time had halted.

Many agitated, many clueless
Frantic; gasping helpless
But clocks still ticked, time still ran
Yet life, had stopped living?

Such vulnerability
The governor
Governed by the governee

A momentary lapse
And all things crash?
Oh grant us wisdom
To know what lasts.

- AfterTim-

Wednesday, 23 November 2011

For One To Become

What does it take
For one to become.
Just one mind, one soul,
And one heart that says “I can”.

"History will be kind to me for I intend to write it". -Winston Churchill

Saturday, 19 November 2011

You Disgraceful Front

How long will we allow corruption and foolishness to govern us? Shall we continue to hide in our little shells and allow them to satisfy their insatiable greed? They bloat themselves with what they do not earn, and starve us of rights and parity. Clear as day, yet dark as night. When will we shine our light...

Jester of jesters
Clown of clowns
You ridicule us all
With your insolent vows

Layer upon layer
Your face turns thicker
With conniving greed
And shameless deeds.

You take what is not yours
You fake all open doors
All in the name of self veneration
Oh, so filthy your ways, you arrogant nation!

You hold no divine right
Do you take us for fools?
You disgraceful Front
Justice you will one day confront.

- AfterTim-

Wednesday, 16 November 2011

The Fool

I got the fool knocked into me today
But to my dismay, it felt familiar. 

Monday, 14 November 2011

Life Before The Screen

My heart sinks (and stirs existing strife) on every occasion that I witness different members of families staring into their respective "screens" whilst having a meal together; even the little child. Sitting together, yet miles apart. Shame. And I wonder...

O, life before the screen

Will you desert us completely?

Fade not into our memory

For we need you more than dearly

O, life before the screen

Where letters were stroked to life

Where games were played outside

Where friendships were built with the eyes.

O, where families spoke at every meal

Where children pranced in the greens of fields

Where spines of books were crimpled and creased.

O, where birds tweeted,

Where cookies were eaten,

Where the apple in A was an apple indeed.

O, life before the screen,

Will you desert us completely..


Thursday, 10 November 2011

My First Poetry Guest Post


Just dropping by to inform you that I have a post featured on a blog entitled "Writing Truth" by Diana Harkness, a place where she writes only the truth from her heart on various topics and life experiences. 

Do check out my post here, and do visit her site (linked on my sidebar) from time to time for some comprehensive reviews of her readings and inspiring outlooks on life.

Its been a pleasure and joy for me to have this privilege of guest posting on "Writing Truth". Hope you guys enjoy the read, and looking forward to hearing from you more!


Wednesday, 9 November 2011

Losing The Way

Walking the straight path,
Tracks aligned, perfect symmetry.
Lifeless, soulless,
Limping in reality.

An empty canister,
In the heart of a gale;
Swayed by every nudge, 
Trashed by every gush.

That cunning confidence,
Deceiving blissfully. 
That senseless fool,
Believing indefinitely. 

Step by step
The soul disconnects.
This hollow frame,
Dissolving, decaying…losing the way. 


Monday, 7 November 2011

Be The Change

Days engulfed in quantums,
Time a teasing continuum.
Work. Play. Eat. Boredom.

Days engulfed in quantums,
Time a teasing continuum.
Sick. Death. Starve. Abandon.

One world, yet world’s apart.
The right to complain, shall we beareth on our part. 

Days engulfed in quantums,
Time a teasing continuum.
Love. Give. Share. Bless.
‘Tis our choice and freedom.


Be the change you want to see in the world.” -Mahatma Gandhi

Saturday, 5 November 2011

Wasting Time

Is a noble disguise
To the gravest crime
A man can devise.


Thursday, 3 November 2011

To Roger McGough

Time flies
We're led to believe
But its us that fly
Time sits on its hands
As we rush by. 

-Roger McGough

"His poetry is like a supermodel who can complete a Sudoku puzzle moments before swishing down the catwalk - easy on the eye and smart as a whip." -Lorne Jackson, Birmingham Daily Post.

As contemporary Lorne's quote is in describing Roger McGough's work, Lorne does aptly deliver a point. Regardless, anyone who could capture such immense profoundness and timelessness within five lines is no doubt a poetic genius. 

This generation is being suffocated with mechanical and technological indulgences and being starved of readers and human expressions. It is words like these which preserve the humanity within the ages. 

I thank my best friend for introducing me to his work. Here's to Roger McGough. 

Wednesday, 2 November 2011

From Home

One blink, one breath,
Where was time when it should pass? 
For I arrived at the end,
Only to know the beginning
For the very first time.

Past, present; meeting, merging
Refusing to fade, unwilling to trade. 

Moment by moment, I sort the pieces
Messed, jumbled, fitting, yet insufficient. 
Taking a step back, gazing at the empty,
Have I the right pieces,
Or have I  the wrong plan?

A day gained, a day lost,
To waste not another I must.
So in dark, in deep, with You alone,
For now, I start from home. 


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