Archive | December, 2007

Mistaken Belief

31 Dec

by P. Mohan Chandran

I always held you in high respect,
But, my integrity, you always suspect.
I always wanted, with you, to be very close,
But you misunderstood me, and compounded my woes.
Your joys and sorrows, I always wanted to share,
But you kept it for yourself, and my feelings, you didn’t care.
I always wanted to be your good friend,
But, your support, you never did lend.
I always wanted to see you shine,
I was always yours, but you refused to be mine.
I always wanted to see you without any worry,
But, instead of sharing it, within yourself, you did bury.
I only wished to love and be loved,
But now, by my own love, I am being mowed.  

(c) 2007. P. Mohan Chandran. All Rights Reserved.

Price of Honesty

31 Dec

by P. Mohan Chandran

Why do honest people always suffer?
From this, what can we infer?
Why is truth always suppressed?
And truthful people oppressed?
Why are innocent people cheated?
And corrupt people, from power, not unseated?
Why do dishonest people thrive?
While honest ones, to succeed, strive?
Why are simple people betrayed?
And truth, ruthlessly pared?
Why are people so unfair?
Except their self interests, for none, they care!
Why is the world getting from bad to worse?
Is it a blessing or a curse? 

(c) 2007. P. Mohan Chandran. All Rights Reserved.

Unflinching Faith

31 Dec


by P. Mohan Chandran

When it rains, it always pours,
During troubled times, even smooth seems coarse.
Fear not any impediment,
For a definite purpose, it is meant.
Feel not sorry, but be proud of adversity,
Pull yourself up, but don’t wallow in pity.
All these sorrows are a temporary phase,
Sooner, they’ll automatically erase.
Your own abilities, why do you demean?
You can achieve what none has ever seen!
Keep the light of faith burning still,
All your ambitions, God will fulfill.
Just keep going and make yourself strong,
Things will fall in place, before it is long.

(c) 2007. P. Mohan Chandran. All Rights Reserved.

Unfathomable Pains

31 Dec

by P. Mohan Chandran 

The pains of my heart
Are bottomless and so deep.
Even from you if I part,
Only towards you, my heart will creep.
None can empathize the depths of my sorrow,
But, they can only pity.
Your thoughts make my heart harrow,
In my love, devoid of enmity.

You know not that you hold me captive,
Only your thoughts, make my day.
In your absence, I become restive,
And my heart begins to sway.

None, save you, have I ever loved,
In my life, you are my breath.
In love, save you, to none, have I bowed,
Life sans you is tantamount to death. 

(c) 2007. P. Mohan Chandran. All Rights Reserved.

Terror Confabulations

31 Dec

by P. Mohan Chandran  

My dear President, Mr. George Bush,
If you pull me, I’ll give you a push.
You can never get me killed,
Nor stop me, from getting my ambitions fulfilled.
In every battle, I am always a winner,
Some people worship me, though you consider me a sinner.
Even if you kill me, I’ll resurrect after being dead,
I’ll not rest, until your death sentence, I’ve publicly read.

Till now, I’ve only crushed the WTC Towers,
It’s only a matter of time before I divest you of your powers.
This is a religious vendetta, not a war,
History will remember it as an indelible scar.
You cannot threaten me by going nuclear,
I don’t fear death, but death from me will always fear.
The days for the U.S. are now clearly numbered,
Though I’m incommunicado, I’ve made my intentions heard.

Your efforts to trace me are in vain,
Trying to find me, you’ll become insane.
Achieving what I thought, is just a matter of time,
Even my death cannot extirpate all crime.
Beware Mr. Bush, you’re my next prey,
Having provoked me, a heavy price you’ll have to pay.

NB: The above poem was penned in the wake of WTC Towers attack on Sept 11, 2001. The poem is an imagination of Osama Bin Laden writing a letter to George Bush after the WTC attacks.

Bush’s Repartee

Oh ! my dear stupid Osama,
Stop all this nuclear melodrama.
You’ve destroyed just a couple of Towers,
Now, I’m making you go scouting for covers.
You’re but, just a mortal,
To kill you, I need form no cartel.Your nefarious ambitions, you’ll never achieve,
Even after death, in hell, you’ll grieve.
You’re worshipped only by the evil,
For the rest of the world, you’re just nil.
If you resurrect after being dead,
I’ll smother you, until you no more raise your ugly head.

Leave alone divesting me of my powers,
It’s time you started counting your death hours.
This is a war for “enduring freedom,”
And to bury you within your own delineated kingdom.
Even death would not want you to embrace,
As you’ve lost your face, by falling deep below grace.
United States will always remain ‘United,’
And as a paragon of courage, it’ll be the first to be cited.

Tracing you is not a complex task,
You’ll be discovered even in your mask.
You just cannot achieve what you thought,
Because from me, your death you’ve bought.
Don’t ever dream that I’ll be your next prey,
Your target at me, may hit you, by going astray.

NB: The above poem was penned in the wake of WTC Towers attack on Sept 11, 2001. The poem is an imagination of George Bush replying to Osama Bin Laden’s letter mentioned above after the WTC attacks.

(c)  2006. P. Mohan Chandran. All Rights Reserved.

The Apoplexy

31 Dec

by P. Mohan Chandran

Amidst trauma, all alone do I stand,
Waiting for someone, to offer a helping hand.
All my senses have ceased to function,
Leading me towards the ultimate junction (death).
I’ve lost the power to think,
When thrown in water, I don’t swim, but sink.
I’ve lost the ability to feel,
And have reached the end of life’s zeal.
Life ahead, looks fraught with gloom,
Happiness nipped in the bud, before it could bloom.
The road ahead, seems very hard to travel,
With every inch, throwing a ravel.
The pace of my breath has permanently slowed down,
The smile has vanished, leaving me only with a frown.

(c) 2007  P. Mohan Chandran. All Rights Reserved.

Strained Relations

31 Dec

by P. Mohan Chandran  

 

Our friendship, once regarded as holy,
Has now been lost, due to my folly.
As friends, we shared a relation, perfect
Nothing, our friendship, could affect.
You listened patiently, whenever I spoke,
I took our relation seriously, but you made it a joke.
If your life, I had spoiled,
My dreams, even you had foiled.
As a friend, I had for you, so much revere,
But, you severed our friendship, and inflicted pain, so severe.
In my eyes and thoughts, I always held you high,
My love for you was a naked truth, but you made it seem a lie.
Even now, I long for your love still,
Think about it, you’ve a way, where there is a will. 
(c) 2007. P. Mohan Chandran. All Rights Reserved.