Poems by John Arul Prakash S

Fair Weather Friends

a poem by

John Arul Prakash S

Laugh and the world laughs with you.
Cry and you cry alone
And the world laughs at you.
Oh! Friendship is so nice
When it’s all sunny and funny,
But when dark clouds gather,
A wall of mist seems to fall
And you don’t know where they all are
And then you fall.

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Falling

a poem by

John Arul Prakash S

Am falling
Falling hard for things I cannot have
I’m just falling
I’m not fooling
Got no feeling
Always failing
Always fleeing
From the truth I cannot stand
That I, even I could have
Desires, but not have them,
Needs, but not need them,
Loves, but not keep them.
If human I am, then
It’s being inhuman to me

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The Hand

a poem by

John Arul Prakash S

As I walk through life’s dark night,
Vain in search of a distant light,
I step and stumble, but I don’t mind,
‘Coz there’s always a hand I find
To help me up, a godsend.
A hand that’s yours, my true friend

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Vanity

a poem by

John Arul Prakash S

What this world
That I live in?
Empty, lonely,
Hollow, sad.
What worth all
If lost brings pain?
What worth love
Unreciprocated?
What worth trust
If (you’re) thought untrustworthy?
What worth friendship
If secrets withheld?
What worth eyes
If impressions decide?
What worth heart
If prejudices rule?
What worth life
If it’s only doubt, hesitation and mistrust?

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Falling in Love

a poem by

John Arul Prakash S

Sleepless nights of smile and worry;
Useless thoughts of yes or no.
How good she is! How bad is she!
Will she stay or will she go?
Endorphin pump or dejected slump?
Adreno rush or pinkish blush?
Thoughts painted cloudy and grey
Concealing beneath, a joy so gay
Coupled with mindless anticipation, this
Chase of improbability
And the toll it takes, unfortunately,
On my poor soul and body.
Steeped in guilt, the mind flounders.
Is this right or is this wrong?
But this is a wonder of wonders!
Makes you want to sing a song
And sprout wings and fly away
To Paradise regained, Cupid’s way!
Don’t understand why or how,
But is this what they call love?

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Why Not Love?

a poem by

John Arul Prakash S

This I do not understand:
Why would a war happen
If only our leaders would think
More humanly?
Why honour?
Why deceit?
Why politics?
Why arms?
Why money?
Why not love?
Why the drive to give
One’s death under guise
Of giving one’s own life
Just to cause death
On the other side?
Why look at a terrorist
When you can look at
A sleeping child?
Why borders?
Why leaders?
Why not humanity?
Are the wills and whims
Of a select few, so rich
Or powerful they may be,
Really important?
Are nations and their petty struggles
Really needed?
Why self-extermination of
One’s own species?
Why should misguided hearts
Misguide the mind?
Why does loss of life come
With loss of clarity
Of thought and reason?
Why bets?
Why dares?
Why the need to prove oneself?
Am I any less
Because he says so?
Should I kill him for it?
Why are we so self righteous?
Hatred is amazing in that it
Grows by pretending
To kill itself.
One hates, to destroy another
Who hates him.
Hate not to kill hatred.
Hatred is not a solution
To it’s own problem.
Think not of self
Always.
Love is the answer.
Why not love?
Think as a child would,
Soft and tender.
May be then Earth
Would be a true Paradise.
However,
With doomed presentiment,
I might guess, if there was
One animal species on Earth,
That drove itself to extinction,
It would be us.
That day,
We’ll ultimately rue it, and say:
“We evolved upward in mind,
But downward in heart.
Why didn’t we love?
This we do not understand.”

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