Granules of Sand

The sun comes out spraying light over the valley
The trees are all covered in mist
I sit here up on a hill
Observing in peace nature’s tryst

The sound of silence is truly melodious
Birds chirping around me
These barren rocks with dry grass
Nature here is absolutely free.

Free from waste, free from spoil
Free from all destruction, and,
Above all why it survives,
Is because it is free from man

Man is an animal, an animal of sorts
His mistakes he can only refute
With the largest brains in the universe
He has the smallest hands to contribute.

When every organism on this planet
Has something to give while it does take
But indefatigable man with his hands outstretched
Is always asking something for his sake

Nothing remains nothing at all
The paths of destruction tread so far by man
Despair sediments one by one
As in a glass of water with granules of sand

I am neither a poet nor an activist
I just realize the mistakes we have made
All we can do is waste no more
And preserve the foundations nature had laid.

At the Edge of Cognizance....For 'EDGE' the I.T. Club of IFMR

In this era of palmtops, mainframes and chips
One milestone where human faculty trips
Is the propagation of new technology to the common man
From the newspaper columns to his lips.

Though it is essential to evolve, seek and find
It is essential, for evolution, to grind the mind
It is even more imperative for technocrats like us
To light the flame of knowledge in the ignorant mind.

If we really want to progress, develop and grow
One rudimental fact that we must know
Is to pervade technology amongst kith and kin
Removing the dust of ignorance with every blow.

When we at IFMR realized this fact
We decided to unfurl technology from every bract
With the motive of banishing darkness with cognizance
The inception of ‘EDGE’ we did enact.

While propagating technology remains our primary aim
We tap new talent through ingenious games
Through presentations, quizzes, discussions et al
A youngsters’ belligerent imagination we happen to tame.

‘EDGE’ aims to give the students a new prerogative
‘EDGE’ puts science and society in a novel perspective
Through recognition of toil, tenacity and intellect
‘EDGE’ gives to the youngsters a golden incentive.

Having embarked on this journey of social refurbishment
We express our gratitude and profound sentiment
To the management, teachers, seniors and friends
For their advice, support, faith and encouragement.

If the essence of this club we have to summarize
As technocrats then, we must realize:
That evolution today is infected with ignorance
And for development this infection, must be cauterized.

Sparks of Desire

To think of life as a journey is a fault
To think of the world as a stage, a dream
To think of man as God’s piece, is a sin
A sin impossible to redeem

The lives of the twenty first century,
Are submerged under bolts and nuts
They have shifted to concrete jungle
Who once lived in simple clay huts.

People tell me, we have “modernized”,
We have “developed” they say
Little do they realize
The huge price they have to pay.

Every morning brings with it
A peculiar sweaty haste
Numerous people running in all directions
Rendering their lives in waste.

Is this the reason that justifies
Our omnipresence on earth
To chase junks of metal
As soon as we take birth.

A chase for wealth, a chase for power
A chase for absolute satisfaction
To achieve the stage of ultimate happiness
Is the dream of each man who resorts to action.

This chase now constitutes
An essential part of our daily lives
To keep running till we trip and fall
Unable to keep up with this strife.

We were sent on this planet
To spread affection all around
With the seeds of humanity
Sprout blossoms from the ground.

But the reverse has taken place since then
As the tragedy goes on
The motive of our birth as humans
Has been to tatters torn.

As one man falls exhausted
The other begins his eternal chase
It will be long before he stops
And his values he can trace.

In Retrospect...

The sun shines on my face
As the rays provoke my eyes to gleam
The chirping of birds and the sound of silence,
Lull this mortal body into a dream.

Who am I but a lump of flesh
Dominated by a heart and a brain
Why do I live when one day I’ll rot,
As each part of me is a perishable grain.

One day I know this flesh of mine
These vessels, skin, blood and veins
Will wither with time like an old, old oak
Suffering a loss it cannot refrain.

My life is a coincidence or was it planned?
Like an irritating crossword it puzzles me
Is death a coincidence or has it been thought of,
Or is t a process to set us free?

What is a soul, is another rider
Like a nagging thought it nips my brain
Is it the conscience that speaks to me,
Or as mythology suggests the holy flame?

What is it I wonder that binds us together?
In a united force during times of strife
Why is it that in every companion
We try to listen to the resonance of life?