Poem: Primal nature

Long long ago in an age primal,

violence was used for survival,

but even now there is a suppressed animal,

acting on desires that are carnal.

Emotional and impulsive in day and night,

not caring about the other person's plight.

Every action is done without a fright,

even though we are under Someone's sight.

Why do the eyes rave in lust

Why do we find it hard to trust

Why do we treat others unjust

Why do we worry when we're dust?

Why within us does jealousy arise

Why do we deceive with many lies

Why don't we see another heart's cries

Why don't we cherish life like a prize?

Meanings:

• carnal - relating to the body/materialistic
• primal - near the beginning of time

Poem: The funny 'reel' world...

Most reels are about the lead pair,

which take you to a rosy dreamy lair.

In real, hero would appear the villain

all valiant attempts ending in vain.

The heroine aloud in a room praying

the hero is touched 'accident'ly seeing

the hero does a socially good deed

and who hears of it but the heroine indeed!

When the villain makes plans to smear

rest assured, the heroine will overhear

her heart shattered she will shed a tear

and to comfort her the hero will be near.

The hero will have a dramatic flashback

which on reel will be a very touching track

The hero always has a clever knack

he wins the prize and even some snack.

On train the hero will find a girl suitable

who would eventually be acceptable

In real the train coach is full of elderly

whom the guy might help ably.

In reel every little thing is noticed

but in real major things are missed

In reel someone might whisper

but in real not even a whimper.

Like someone to help does a sacrifice

but no one else will know the price

person might have spent many a dime

or by spending a lot of their prime time.

In reel the lead pair may hate

but a common friend will help them mate

explaining hardships the sacrificer had to endure

and good feelings will soon start to nurture.

When you don't hear from someone

someone who you feel is a loved one

you spend hours at end engrossed in worry

no one ever knows ur concern, even 'accidentally!

The guy for hours will silently pray

for the girl to never have dismay

whatever the guy does with noble intention

the girl is suspicious, stranger than fiction

There will be less positive accidents

and rare indeed are any coincidents

but nothing lost, just keep yourself busy

and one day like in the reel u might get lucky!

- SS.

Poem: Qualms of a pretty girl

Qualms of a pretty girl

One might frequently envy

when seeing a girl pretty,

one who is tough and gritty

and cracks jokes witty.

Partner picking you think is easy,

they cud demand for anyone rosy.

People around them often flock,

and they r pretty in jeans and frock.

But life ain’t easy, she faces a flip side,

many guys propose her to be bride.

It happens for her all too often

with everyone trying to woo and soften.

And if she is one imbibed in traditions,

to her is important parents conditions.

Religion, region and caste to her will matter

coz she doesn't want her parents to shatter.

Every guy's proposal will cause her pain,

bcoz she knows a relationship is in vain.

With such a burden she will feel abject,

and even the right guy she might reject.

Guys pop daily, some serious some flirt,

she knows that a reject might cause hurt.

The hurt she caused brings her sorrow,

which she hides in her little heart in a burrow.

Some guys propose repeatedly like a lunatic,

makes her fear that they mit take steps drastic.

At some point it causes her irritation,

and she loses her charm in agitation.

If only the guys would have a little restrain,

and leave the decision to her to take without strain.

It would let her inner self blossom,

and help her shine bright and awesome.

For her it is a matter of moving ahead,

Along life’s interesting twisted thread.

Not feel bad about the things gray,

but smile for the things beautiful today.

Poem: The power and pain of silence

The power and pain of silence

When someone doesn't speak a word,

you kind of have a feeling weird

and wonder if you did some wrong

to make their mood go bong.

In anger you might see violence

the cause of concern makes sense

but nothing compares to silence

where the problem might be immense.

You wish they would utter something

else your mind thinks of everything

was it this or was it that

you wish u had an answer pat.

It hurts you deep within bad

you sink into an ocean sad

when someone u feel is a good friend

behaves strange in an odd trend.

A hundred times to the past you rewind,

straining to the limit your mind,

hoping to get a clue of some kind,

hoping the problem you will find.

Did you do wrong a particular moment

or was it a thoughtless comment

was it something you could've prevent

it keeps hurting you bad like a serpent.

If the person were to explode,

their mind becomes easy to decode.

You wish they'd loosen and unload,

so that they'd break out of moods sorrowed.

But all you can do is fervently pray

that they are soon out of dismay

and hopefully in future someday

their silence will give way.