Poems on "Material World"

Money makes the world go round

a poem by

Devaki Purohit

Money makes the world go round
What am I searching for, what have I found?
An absolute truth is there any
Perspectives and opinions are so many
Positions, stands and histories
What is real and what are stories
Where the self, where is the public?
What does one choose and live by it
Theories over action or action over theories
Either choice will make you seem myopic
Living simply has become so difficult
Or is it our over thinking that makes it so unattainable
Is anything real or everything just an illusion?
Will life just go on?
Or will these vexations find some form…

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Mend

a poem by

Manibhushan Rao

Little angels making their way into this hell,
Straight from god’s hands into this world they fell,
From endless rainbows to mushroom clouds,
Life’s essence is trampled in crowds

You are the youth of tomorrow they say,
You are the light that banishes the shadow of the day,
You are the promise of a better tomorrow,
And my brothers died, and bled rivers of red

Look through yourself to see the other side of the mirror,
Watch your soul leave your body with a reptilian slither,
Would you bring a child into this world of perpetual nights?
Would you bring a child into this world, with hatred reaching its heights?

Breath while you can, and watch yourself fall from grace,
For your joy she will hide her longing for an embrace,
The woman of your dreams has become a mundane object,
A part of those dreams you will only see in retrospect

When did the sun set in your eyes?
When did the tears leave our cries?
We watch as hatred soaks the colour from our lives,
What explanation will we give him when he arrives?

Ask not the cost of a life,
But ask, what is the price of death?
With the salty air he will burn your skin,
As the sight of him takes your breath

This is a world of genocides and homicides, but suicides?
I guess the grass is always greener on the other side,
Sooner or later we must learn to coexist,
Because life is too short for the ways of a racist

Breathe while you can my brother,
The fault lies in you and no other,
Look in the darkest reaches of your tattered soul,
And start mending it, start from the largest hole.

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Strange world this is…

a poem by

Dhanabalakrishnan K

Strange world this is to see,
Waking in the witching hours to work,
And dead to the world in the day.
Youths to decide their future destiny,
Walking fast to the Walk-ins,
Decorating themselves as mannequins,
At the entrance of ornamental silk stores.
Women equal men in everything,
Having no distinction to achieve
Greater distinctions and fame,
Seeing gender discrimination never,
But only while gratifying their sex.

Skyscrapers surrounded with slums-
The scar of the civilized society so-called-
Lodging white-skinned at the top.
And the white-minded to live in mob.
Educated minds are obsessed with the thoughts
Of inventing new engines and machines,
To make the life ever more easier,
Forgetting to find out the ways
Of waking the living to live,
That fall flat on the their faces
As verdure-gone and withered autumnal leaves.
And body becomes the best playground
For new diseases to play with each other.

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Strange world this is

a poem by

Dhanabalakrishnan K

Strange world this is to see,
Waking in the witching hours to work,
And dead to the world in the day.
Youths to decide their future destiny,
Walking fast to the Walk-ins,
Decorating themselves as mannequins
At the entrance of ornamental silk stores.
Women equal men in everything,
Having no distinction to achieve
Greater distinctions and fame,
Seeing gender discrimination never,
But only while gratifying their sex.

Skyscrapers surrounded with slums-
The scar of the civilized society so-called-
Lodging white-skinned at the top.
And the white-minded to live in mob.
Educated minds are obsessed with the thoughts
Of inventing new engines and machines,
To make the life ever more easier,
Forgetting to find out the ways
of waking the living to live,
that fall flat on the their faces
as verdure-gone and withered autumnal leaves.
And body becomes the best playground
For new diseases to play with each other.

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Nameless

a poem by

Simon M V J

Arre babu, shhhhhh, hoyyy, edo
Names they call me
Names disgusting
When I am just me

The same old me
In branded sheen
And big-name car
Make them change

Saar, ji, Mr., Sir,
Names appalling
Whoaaaaa, that’s not me
It’s a pity

Kicking then,
Grovelling now
Oh what magic
These brands do

While I remain me

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Nature Silenced

a poem by

Sushil Kansal

The Sky cannot hear
the call of the Earth.

The Earth knows not
The sound of the Sky.

In between is Man and the Machines
and the noise
that they together make.

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Left behind…

a poem by

Maryse Saldanha

I look out of the window and see the busy street
Nothing much to do, my thoughts keep me company
I pull up a seat wondering what next will be
Across the street I spot a little girl prancing carefree

I close my eyes as I recline on the chair
All existence now seems languished
There’s just me and the chair
My mind wanders my body sways
A sudden lull then fills the air
I hear a strange sound I know not from where

I look around seeking someone for comfort
But look all around there is no one there
I run down the hallway, out of the house
Right into the middle of the street
There is none around just the little girl
Who absorbed in herself continues her play

I proceed slowly towards her
I do not wish to scare her away
She seems oblivious of my presence
And continues her play
‘Little girl,’ I call to her she turns and smiles
‘Come with me,’ says she, ‘Let us have some fun’

I follow her through dark alleys to the open fields
She laughs and runs around like a wild bee
She waves to me to join her and become
A little child again, can this be done?
My reserve stops me from this incorrect conduct
I can’t behave as a wanton
This just cannot be done

As I see the little girl
I feel both sadness and joy
For all that she is for all that I’ve lost
Gone is the innocence
Lost is all the kindness
In my quest for riches
There is time for no one

I hear someone laugh someone calls out my name
Then many more voices some familiar some vague
But when I look around no one can I find
I hear the voices and laughter
They mock at me, in them I drown

Dejected and sad I turn around
Back to the chair back to the house
In a bid to achieve I’ve left much behind
Both family and friends their love and time
I have much with me but not true love
There are many around me
But to call my own I have none

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Success

a poem by

Maryse Saldanha

I run to the mountains from where flows the streams
Him, I am here, to find
Leaves sway in the breeze, blue birds fill the air
Wild beasts prowl around unkind

I hear footsteps run, the distance it grows
Dried twigs crush ‘neath my feet
The chase has begun wild geese on the run
Just get him and happiness be mine

Faces go by, friends and family they be
They call I pay not heed
My baby she cries, I toss her a sweet
I can’t stop now, he has to be mine

The mist clouds my eye, I leave miles behind
Closer now I speed
I capture him at last, elated I feel
At the mountains peak we stand

He is all mine, success is mine
Pride at the mountains peak
But wen I look around there’s none to share
All have been left far behind

Successful I stand yet all alone
In ambition I failed to see
All loves left afar its too late to return
I got him but at too great a price

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Laser

a poem by

Murty N S

Flowing through the inky darkness
snugly between the ridges of the tongue
and grating the page with its tip
is my poem.
When the chillness of the tragedy
travels upstream and clogs
I run my sharp reason
through the equivocal nib.
My unwet litmus heart stays blue
as it has only been drenched in
a simulated Screen-rain.

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O Unborn

a poem by

Dhanabalakrishnan K

O Unborn, you are lucky,
Freeing from unceasing adversities;
Illusions are here infinite,
Making our thoughts merely desperate.

Every Present becomes Past,
Leaving our lives with frustrated fights;
To forget the gloomy Past,
By having intoxicated nights.

Troubles we have, as the stars in the sky,
Thank not you; can’t we say you bye;
Alas, our comfort has gone,
Letting us leisurelessly moan.

Loveable Death, lull me to eternal sleep,
Nothing on the Earth, I have to keep.

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I am among strange men…

a poem by

Dhanabalakrishnan K

I am among strange men without sympathy,
Disguised with delicate appearance;
Interested to be ignorant
Of Altruism.

I am among strange men without love,
Mingled merely with the mechanical World;
Thinking never of good
Even in their dreams.

I am among strange men without rest,
Ready to rebel against rectitude;
Stepping very fast
In searching of money.

Alas, real here is rare, behold,
And rare reigns the World.

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The Monotonous

a poem by

Giridhar

Waking up early every morning,
I get up and find myself running,
To catch the bus to go to office,
And rush to the lifeless edifice.

This has been my duty for so long,
And I reach there just before the gong,
Strikes with its roaring metallic noise,
That makes me loose my poise.

The day is always hectic,
With the hours of work being erratic,
I have no choice but to comply,
With the rules they employ.

When I have time to free my brains,
I think of ways to break the sprains,
That is inflicting innumerable pains,
And my imagination is in taints.

Like a bridled horse running on a busy road,
I shout my distress like a hungry toad,
Waiting for a slithering snake to hear,
And gobble me up to solve my grievances, forever.

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Moments

a poem by

Jayati Chowdhury

All moments are transient
It was juvenile few days ago,
We only had the wealth – our love
It was good to be outdoors
He and I, detached from the bustle
Holding hands, reeling and singing songs
Drunk in each other.
Sleeves rolled up to build the sand castle
And then we let the salty water
to drown us in each other

The tide had washed away the sand castle
Leaving a retrospection of the moment

Tantalized by the shiny glittering world
We lost each other to an uncongenial life
It had began with cracking jokes
Aimed at the highest common factor-
‘mastering wealth’
neither of us heeding the implication
embarked upon the blasphemy
a journey to the material world.
Accomplishment stood in between us
An occasional peck and a smile
That’s what we had time for.

The quest is over, leaving behind
The footsteps of the peccadillo
regret and desolation
Regret for having faith in our resolution
And desolated to confront the truth
Neither of us took note
Of our lost youth
there’s no one to call us
‘mom’ and ‘dad’
Nothing to look forward to
Exhaustion has absorbed us
The jewels of past time often peep
To mock at our accomplishment
Moments have ripened
And we spend it by contemplating
How it would have been
Had we not mastered wealth
All moments are transient
Soon it would be the end

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Carbonated Balderdash

a poem by

Jayati

Man breaks momentum
Demo crazy robs freedom.
Demonstration-
Mar global awareness
Flag
Protests – Globalisation
Is a bane to our lives?
Who should be?
Against globalisation
Why-
Are they protectionists?
Of
Dilapidated system,
In heart brutally feudal.
Not
Applicable to the unavoidable
Turn of tides.
Under intellectual guise
Send youthful pageboy
Messengers-
Scared and very anxious
Though
The powerful, their
Huge sums paper metals
Secure in strong rooms.
Dare
Anyone claim his or hers.
Those very helpless
Robbed
Through years of injustice
Substantiating the truth in mordant
“Behind every riches there is a crime”

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