Poems by Gabriel

Our Country

a poem by Gabriel

Our country, if you look carefully, is like a kaleidoscope,
A dazzling combination of many rich cultures, with each other trying to cope.
The result makes for a beautiful thing indeed,
Except when we stop loving and start hating on basis of religion and creed.
But India isn’t Hindu, nor is it Muslim, neither is it Christian,
India is an amalgamation of all the religions.
It’s like a house of cards, you pull one out,
And the whole structure crashes down, have no doubt.
India is the great nation that it is today,
Because of all the different religions and cultures that have come into play.
We are lucky to have such a great opportunity,
We can learn so much from other, we can build an ideal society.
But unfortunately, we let our fears and insecurities take control,
Even the religious leaders fail to play a constructive role.
And so some of us have done some really inhuman stuff,
It seems we have abandoned our humanity and love.
The truth is no community is more Indian than the other,
We are all indians, we should be friends and brothers.
So let us sing songs of love, let us leave hate behind,
Let not our hate and prejudice make us blind.

Dream closes all

a poem by Gabriel

All
Behind
The naked bed
Mellowing with answers
Of no questions
Sobering all nights
Exploring the Dark
Thus
Making way through
Heavy pillow
That sooths all-
All
For a head long
Fall of silence
That which
Unveils the bed
Of gleaming
“Self-nature”
That which is
Unseenly jungle
Erected straight
Without
Tip of Bottom
And Top of Tip.

Elegy written in the Earthquake

a poem by Gabriel

To say?
The day ended…
No. The day dawned with an end
With the dragging Sun collapsing beneath
The wailing walls
Pushing its way through the cranky face
Of the wide open shells
Of the earth.

O You!
Born unaware of
Tolled bells of quakes
Fell. Towards the shaky
Wide open cracks of the graves
To be the mean creatures of the Nature.

O you sinless
Born fetus of darkness!
You’ve been
Buried between the wombs
Laid safely
Amidst the crashed mud.

For whom tolled
You death knell?
But for every body
Could have
Tolled it for me,
Saving crushed Creatures.

O you open sinks
Of graves
You even shook
The Bells of the Tower
To fall
Deep down
To crush the
Wombs with the seeds
With their bleeding
Cries of bloods.

O Glories of Earth!
Never ring hereafter
For the Cries of the
Nipple children
Are louder
Than
The cracks of
Thy glories.

I sing like Hitler

a poem by Gabriel

You know!
I sing like Hitler
Bob don’t know Hitler singing?
Don’t worry…
Yet believe me.I sing like Hitler
Sometimes louder.
Which fool has told it to be Shouting?
No.probs.
Yet I sing like Hitler.
Many came to play for me.
I mean, the Music.
But none survived except me.
For I sing like Hitler.
Dancing I sing,
But people get irritated with me
For
They say I miss the notes at each step.
No worry. Bob,
It’s my notes.
And I sing like Hitler…
I sing for me and for nobody else,
Yet wanna listen to me?
No worry.
I’ll sing for you in silence
For I sing like Hitler…