Pessimism and Posterity

We all know the stereotype of youngsters- that they're innocent and easily led. We think they're either naively optimistic or are blank of opinions. But what happens when we meet a young person, who's just barely done with his teens, who hates the country he lives in? This person expressed in no uncertain terms, nor in mild ones, that he thought that our country is 'going to the dogs' and that Kalam's 'dreams' are just that- irreality. He insisted that India's plans of becoming a developed nation are at least a 100 years away, and that the process cannot be sped in any way. Not even if the youngsters of our nation 'awake and take lead', because our country just isn't ready for it. The calls and cries for the young of our nation to take charge of our corrupt country are premature and are contradicted by the hypocritic politicians.
Now having listened to this bitter and cynical tirade, what can one do but to say, "Our time will come"? If one man so young loses all hope, then doesn't it make you think how many more out there are thinking "US is US, Japan is Japan, but India will always be only India"?
Well, listen up, young India- a little bit of realistic optimism goes a long way. A little bit of patriotism will take India all the way.

My world of Poetry

Poetry isn't just for the scholar.
It's a world you're free to enter:
Where you may rock and rhyme,
Relive moments in time,
And fool around with grammar!

Torpescence

Of all the most terrible jinxes
Is the curse of feeling aimless.
Just imagine how hard it would be
Never to know what you'd like to be.
Imagine roaming around always,
Like through a convoluted maze.
Imagine watching others focus
To achieve a definite purpose,
You yourself feeling lost and empty-
Feeling with naught an affinity.

My Definition Of Music...

This atrociously bad piece of "poetry " is what you get when someone like me tries to define something as abstract as music:

Music makes me
Soar.
Music makes me
Alive.
Music makes me
Roar.
Music makes me
Thrive.
Music makes me
Cry.
Music makes me
Dream.
Music makes me
High.
Music makes me
Scream.
Music makes me
Oblivious.
Music makes me
Aspire.
Music makes me
Lascivious.
Music makes me
Perspire.
Music makes me
Relive.
Music makes me
Sympathize.
Music makes me
Forgive.
Music makes me
Brutalize.
Music makes me
Abuzz.
Music is as music does.

Progress India!

I'll let my cartoon speak for itself, 'coz a cartoon is worth a million words- (ten million, if u still don't get the joke!)...

My Unwaning Whim

I wonder if I'm falling sick...
Suddenly, I'm glib; my rhymes click!
Is it just a phase?
That'll last some days?
Or a chronic craze with limericks?

The Scribal Malady

Encompassing wall, hard as rock,
Ages of bearing naught but schlock,
Feckless hours of toil,
Restless mind's turmoil-
All signs of one with Writer's Block. :P