Ship's tale

Ship struggles as the storm asks,
how long do you to plan to fight?
How far would you go,
how long ?..Before you drown in your own plight ?

My nature is to swim,replies the ship.
That which makes me grip,
the rising waves which intend to make me trip.

As I will go on and on
with all your efforts to stop me,
in vain,
at the end of my journey, o' monstrous storm,
what I'll have for you is nothing but disdain

Finding sanity in tumultous times

Finding sanity in tumultous times,
often snuggedly discloses the rhyme
when the times cannot be more violent,
as to see this sublte mime
to get the taste of sublime .

Yamuna's

The river was my life

lies it putrefied in my veins

now.

I tendered to its wants gloomy despair it reckons

how.

of filthy deeds of man's

blind creeds love sans

slowly as I watch the river die

I ask why

should I not be angry

for the very progeny engulfs the progenitor

senseless choices beguiled by vanity extreme

the river was my poetry

it's contours my prose

not will I watch this amiss too long

man will pay for the deeds done wrong

for I, the nature, will not spare those who inflict, conflict and destroy this prose.