Poetry by Aradhya

Omnipotence
The Reminder

Aradhya
10/1/2010
 1. Hidden but not treasure!
By Aradhya

I dig, I dig deep down,

Harder and faster I try,

To tear off the ground,

In the blazing sun, in the pouring rain,

I stopped not for sweat or for pain

I dug with heart, I dug with soul,

Erratically I moved towards the goal

What’s going on around me?

I don’t jnow, I jnow the depth,

The depth is all that means,

No quest of gold, has made me bleak,

In these depths, lost peace I seek.

Questions to answer, answers to fret,

Deeper I dig, brutal they get.

Facts! No I don’t want them,

But they just keep revealing now,

Oh, why did I ever start this quest?

My spirit is setting towards the west,

Lessons should be learnt in time,

Easy to plunge but difficult to climb

This is not what I craved and sought,

A sad victim of his own plot!

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 2. A Fly That Couldn’t Fly
By Aradhya

I met a fly that couldn’t fly,

And I asked, what are u good for?

No good are wings, if you can’t get high.

They call you a fly and u can’t bloody fly,

Crawling like a worm, you are a mess,

What shame, why don’t you iust die?

Hop, skid, no matter how fast you run,

You still can’t bloody fly,

Dear Fly here it comes, the one way ticket (wham!),

Get ready, say a final goodbye,

I met a fly that couldn’t fly

I guess it’s a dead fly.

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 3. The Shell
By Aradhya

What’s in the shell dear?

It’s a buoyant world out here,

Why inside, why so shy?

Will & triumph you deny,

What’s in the shell dear?

The shell’s hard and rough,

Is your spirit not tough?

Who hid, were left alone,

And the critics are well-known,

What’s in the shell dear?

No shield from the vocal spear

Warm and cosy it might feel,

A simple life though unreal,

Why pretend what’s not true,

The shell’s easy, tis not you

What’s in the shell dear?

Does a shelter lessen fear?

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 4. River
By Aradhya

The river turned dry,

Quenching the thirst of the land,

No help from the sky

Shore to shore can’t run no more,

The meadows passed by

No rain to pour, no waterfall,

A long wait for July

The bridges and the boats,

All sing gloomy notes

The fish scream, the lilies cry,

Quenching the thirst of the land,

No help from the sky,

The river turned dry,

My river turned dry

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 5. Metaphorical Life
By Aradhya

Why is it that most men need another scale?

To grasp this I tried a lot but always did fail,

I don’t need another title, for me to be jnown

You like it, you take it, I have a life of my own.

Am skinny so they say you eat like a bird,

If I learn even modest they say I am a nerd,

Just got a trim, was rechristened a movie star,

Can’t recall his name but it started with ‘R’,

Knock it off and start acting like a grown

You like it, you take it, I have a life of my own.

I slept extra so they said I sleep like a dog,

Who was up all night and did all the slog?

Bewildering beliefs, forever up and down,

You like it, you take it, I have a life of my own.

From Einstein to Jackass, Dean to Clown,

You like it, you take it, I have a life of my own.

I only want to be called by my name,

To be known by some other is just a shame,

My name as it says, I am the worshipped one,

And in this world but for me, there is none.

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 6. In the blue beacon
By Aradhya

Amid the traffic, my greatest fear,

My pulse is dropping, the end is near.

Race between the two is desperate,

A blue beacon and the lord of death,

All the prints of my past,

Years I travel in a flash.

Worry not child, no bike has a roof,

Misery still, your time does disproof,

For infancy comes with a stake,

From hypocrites and the fake,

Forgone naiveté out of the stash,

Years I travel in a flash.

Oh is it a dear coupé I see?

Miles per hour, among frenzy,

Scuttling parallel to adolescent,

Intentions few, but vigour nascent,

Inches they crawl, seek to dash,

Years I travel in a flash.

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 A husband, a father, no less a charm,

But somewhere did my spirit harm,

Every vehicle must bear a traveller,

Its purpose is that of the voyager,

And has no being of its own,

Like a King without a throne,

There is no place in the cache,

Years I travel in a flash.

So less was done so much was graphed,

Since deficit is a man’s craft,

Dreams are vast but reality crude,

Like a shrieking echo in etude.

In the end it’s all iust ash,

Life passed by in a flash.

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 7. How I think of you in everything I do
By Aradhya

How I think of you in everything I do,

Like a spring of colour in my grey milieu,

Dispersed away all that was past,

Of what could have been but never was!

The days of gaffe, the times were vague,

Years of squander, years of plague,

Hopes were paler, faith was gauze,

Of what could have been but never was!

The gaze of you had something to do,

Amidst the bedlam, the fervour was new,

En route destiny was it just a pause?

Of what could have been but never was!

The enigma rejoined by a bolt from the blue,

Struggled to straighten but lingered skew,

To believe whilst reason so little,

The courage to stand with a body brittle,

You gave me purpose, you gave me cause

Ebbed away memoirs of what never was

Bestowed a life better than it ever was!

How I think of you in everything I do.

Like a spring of colour in my grey milieu.

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