six feet under

Piece of land,a beautliful curse

I am fortunate

To live in this gorgeous earth

With ever green forests and grasslands

Deserts , iceblocks and islands

Mountains,hills and valleys

Trenches ,craters,barren and  marshy lands

Surrounded by vast oceans

Cut through by curvy rivers,streams

Ponds ,lakes and lagoons

Like anyother human I have a dream

To own a piece of land

To live amidst the heart beats of nature

Far away from the world of gizmos

Where everything is unreal

Even a smile is faked up as customary

With words weaving nets of illusion to flatter

I am realising that our world has changed

From those neanderthal times

With sophistication of technology

Overriding our emotions

Luring towards products made for producing profits

We use it regardless of its necessity

I think we made our lives complex

Different from the times when they lived

Without airconditioners or aeroplanes

But the greed for land never changed

For centuries men gave up their lives

For their masters quests to capture lands

Millions of kids and women paid the price

When ruthless emotionless conquerors

Butchered and tortured them as symbols of victory

Now there are laws and customs

Nationally and internationally,all botched up

Suiting the policies of those in power

Using the loop holes in the laws

The cunning greedy people keeps siezing lands

Forging fake documents with authenticity

Forcing the real owners out of it

Using gangs of horror

When financial might creates a mountain

Of legal obstacles

Red tapes of government machinery

Entangles the ladders to the olive branch of justice

One realises the fact that land is up for grabs

Whenever someone else have their eyes on it

You can’t do much to stop the inevitable

Unless you have the support from all streams

And money to keep the tie wide open

To claw back the justice to the rightful

When legal drama continues in courts of justice

Loser is only the one who loved and kept the land

As years passes by in front of them

With no possibility to get something out of the land

Only money drains out towards attorneys

And all other arms of justice

The siezers can keep laughing

As they know sooner or later

Opponent will get dis illusioned

That’s the tactics they play to outwit the hapless

It’s the time for authorities to open their eyes

As hundreds of people suffer due to

Law twisting evils who call themselves gentlemen

Who rides their luck on spineless laws

That disputes the status of land

When there is nothing in real

Even I live in agony over one such

Piece of land

As generation changed,the mentle fell on me

It’s a beautiful curse that I want to get rid off

Cos,I am looking for peace

Than a piece of land which offers nothing but pain

A Morning Journey

A Morning journey

Rare one for me

Given i rarely wake up early

Anticipation of events

Kept my mind in a state of excitation

The very thoughts about sceneries

the people whom i might meet

Instilled kind of eagerness for it

There was slight rain splashing unrelently

Even before sun rose

Unlike other days,i woke up early

The cold breeze endeared me

As i rarely experience it

I thought about a nostalgic journey

Which i could keep in mind for years

As it doesn't come more often

I Reached the railway station at time,

With my mom and brother

There is rush in the train

As it is a working day

With people travelling to get

to there offices and educational institutions

I got a seat beside a window

I had my daily dose of newspaper

As the train started moving

I engaged myself in sight seeing

The lakes,rivers,paddy fields

tracts of greenery and other landmarks

It just filled my idle mind

With enthusiasm to enjoy

The mystic beauty of morning

A journey in a train is exciting as ever

The chance to be with total strangers

Its indeed a joy for me

Listening to the untamed jokes

numerous debates accompanied with

Laughters and tough voices

It just adds up flavor to the beautiful morning

From stand still position

To a good running speed

The transition of the train gives an illusion

As if places are moving backwards

than the train moving forward

Rain drenched trees and plants

Water logged canals and plains

People walking aside the track

Everything is joyous to watch

The very sound of running wheels

and that of the engine

It is something unique to listen

The scenary of unused lands

Evoking sense of anger

Reminding the potential of a land mass

From the hassles of a city life

a journey through the silent tracts of land

With the widespread bliss of nature in background

Birds flying in search of food

People snailing towards daily routine

To be idle and watching as if in a holiday

A short journey

But a traveller in me is joyous

dreaming about another journey

Nithin R S