Gutters

Pathetic roads here
Filled with gutters 
and it's raining 
Yet,no-one
Cares!


My first attempt at Gogyohka.Image courtsey: 2.bp

Deforestation

Desire for commercial cultivation to tap markets

Edged the greedy, to grab the virgin green lands

Fairways of development called for land to build

Opened up vast open spaces in forests by grazing

Ringing death bell to the pristine nature forever

Enticing tourism paved way for resorts within jungle

Sending the wild life in distress for shelter and food

Timber dwellers turned forests into neo barren lands

And sold timber as furniture to the world with smiles

Triggering haunting droughts, without water retention

Irresistible climate change, a gift to our descendants

On the back of their dreams of a green earth to live

New forests will come up like museums for kids to see  

Prompt # 10 at acrostic only  blog carnival. This poetry depicts the human "ego" towards nature. Hence, i feel this is apt one to submit at bridget chumbley  blog carnival too. Please visit and read other entries too.  Images courtesy: Images taken by David Herring and Roya Ann Miller . Available in Unsplash. 

Shore

I am lost,

In the wilderness of thoughts.

I searched for a shore,

While swimming through,

the ocean of thoughts.

To settle down in a hideout,

To build the ship of a life time,

And then, to embark on a journey,

For conquering an ultimate horizon

I found a shore,

But it’s too far away!

The currents dragged me away,

My unrelenting efforts took me a bit farther,

Only to be lashed out further back.

Every setback augured me,

To fight back and not to give up.

Every forward movement,

Thundered an excitement inside my heart

Giving some energy to fight on,

In tandem with rising expectation.

Are my expectations too much?

I wondered!

But realistically where am I?

Neither drowning in the ocean,

Nor reaching the shore.

Floating like a wooden block,

With only tides as final source of hope.

However, tides are getting ruder now,

Resisting all my efforts to move forward

Shore is smiling,

Yet yelling,

It is screaming at me

You are an intruder,

Hence, you aren’t welcome!

The beautiful shore is enticing,

But, it’s harder for me

To reach anywhere near it.

I wish the wind cease to flow,

So that tides secedes from my path.

But what shall I do?

To convince the shore,

That I am not an intruder!

When there is no welcome,

The shore will be inhospitable,

To really weave the dreams,

Or, for strengthening my aims.

May be the ocean can do a favor for me!

It can submerse the shore,

To encroach the inlands,

Then I can reach that forbidden land

With the power of tides

Otherwise, it can get away

Leaving behind more area for the shore

Sparing me rooted to the ground

Then I can walk with ease towards my destiny

It’s harder for me to conceive the fact,

That shore is so near, yet so far.

It’s not a lost battle yet,

Time and tide will change,

I will somehow,

Make it to the shore, soon!

I wrote this poem couple of years back. I've entered this poem in  pleasantly-disturbed-thursdays-vol-7 blog carnival. Please visit to read others writings. Image courtesy the colonnadeinn .

What it takes

A smile is what it takes,

To cheer up the spirits.

A laugh is what it takes,

To forget the bad issues.

A rose is what it takes,

To express the feelings.

A hand is what it takes,

To hold another hand,

And, to walk away.

A dream is what it takes,

To embark on a journey,

For achieving something.

A tear is what it takes,

To shed the pain in heart.

A sorry is what it takes,

To solve a bitter fight.

Patience is what it takes,

To receive something special.

Love is what it takes,

To bring two hearts together.

Trust is what it takes,

To bond those hearts forever.




I enjoyed writing this poem a lot. 

Stand

                          

Stand up to cheer all the fighting losers

To acknowledge their ever silly brave hearts

And then show your funny support

Nimbly to their over egoistic effort

Dust their pride by showering boos from gallery 

Acrostic Limerick on 'STAND'. Prompt # 8 in acrostic only blog carnival. Visit the site for more acrostic poetry.Image courtesy : alterebro .