ROBBING A NATION..............

These days one thing I strongly dislike is watching scam-related news on TV. Politics no longer remains a topic to be discussed with any interest. As a matter of national duty, we cast our vote every five years. But where do we stand now after witnessing all these crimes wherein we have been daily robbed to the tune of lakhs of crores ? I really dont know. All I can do to give vent to my anger and frustration is through writing. I hope your feelings will resemble my feelings as you read this poem...


Bleeding wounds and an unhealed scar,
Still we are proud of what we are !
One of world's largest democracies ourselves we call
To new depths of shame we prepare ourselves to fall.


We are marching towards progress they say
Huge pictures of prosperity they drew
But as new scams are unearthed everyday
I wonder if all the rejoicing was true !


Difficult times are these today
Days when we are daily robbed;
Of scams children talk as they play
In a nation where the common man is daily mobbed.


With a deep sigh and endless rue,
We mourn our nation's sorry state.
Still every five years together we queue
Ready to re-elect our new fate !!! 

MISSING THOSE LITTLE JOYFUL MOMENTS............

These days spare time is a luxury (especially if you are on the threshold of becoming a professional or have already become one :-)). So I personally feel that with such a fast paced lifestyle, we often overlook the little moments of joy we experience in our day-to-day life. Missing those now will make us repent later...Considering that the earlier poem was based on a disinteresting and negative topic like Plagiarism, I wish to offer today a much happier and easy one !

"It all begins with - call it a riddle or a race,
Ounce of opportunity and tons of challenges to face...
The confusion it weaves around makes it a riddle,
A RACE it is because there is no stopping in the middle.


If we succeed, we rejoice and our efforts we hail,
If we lose, we blame our destiny to have been so frail !!
But in this quest of madness so very often,
The sweet laughter of our heart we fail to listen.


The entire spring for that very green wealth,
We toil hard night and day.
Unwilling to accept that with the onset of autumn,
Nothing else except the roots will stay.


Obsessed with wealth and enticed by charm,
We turn away from things - true and warm.
During this entire race, little moments of joy we often miss !!
And forget that these are the very moments that make our life a bliss......




------------ ONKAR

PLAGIARISM

Hi Friends !!!!!
I am trying to give justice to my mind's creative eyes since for all these years, it has borne in silence all the sick academic stuffings I have put in it. Let's hope this blog rejuvenates my slumbering creative side !!!! Here is my first post - a poem on a topic quite common these days. PLAGIARISM - Simply put, it means lending one's own name to somebody else's creativity and claiming all the praises.


" After hours of labour and sweat,
A wonderful masterpiece is what we get !
Passing the tests of patience and time,
Blossoms a creativity - awesome and sublime !


But unheard and unnoticed it goes,
A price tag it gets; but it's value nobody knows.
Lost in the heap of rubbish it stands,
Waiting to be dusted by some ragpicker's hands.


The ragpicker knows the price the masterpiece can get,
To open the treasure-chest, he simply can't wait !
 Claims the work as his own - fresh and cult,
Mocking its true owner and hurling at him an ugly insult...


Blinded by a mad craving for glamour and fame,
Honours, Titles, Name and a lot of other things to claim !
Limping he walks towards glory and stardom...
BUT only to find himself rested on the crutches of plagiarism !!!!"


----------- ONKAR