God’s
Ire
I
forbade you from plucking the apple
But
you not only plucked,
You
also ate it
I
forbade you from eating the apple
But
you not only ate
You
also shared it
I
forbade you from sharing the apple
But
you not only shared it
You
also wanted more
You
wanted good, but invited evil of knowledge too
You
wanted respect, but incurred shame of nakedness too
You
wanted a protector, but not to protect others too
You
wanted me, but wanted to become me too
I
made you like me
But
did not want any of these though they are mine.
You
take everything in my name
You
blame me saying I made you take
I
cannot let you steal
I
take back what is mine
Harvest
Too
much is too bad
Too
good is frightening
Praying
for abundance should have conditions
Your
abundance is less for gods
Exorbitance
for the poor
You
might be mediocre
But
you never know when you turn poor
Because
you cannot be god
At
this rate of human greed
You
may become monetarily wealthy
But
never rich in humanity
A
time of begging has neared
Not
for more
But
for less
Nature's
showers have no place to go
We
have destroyed its home
Now
it makes way to our home
Our
office
Our
schools
Everything
we thought was ours
It
vengefully takes away
It
has surrounded us
Even
if we send it out
It
comes in without asking
No
point sending it out
We
have to face it
It
is the fight for the survival of fittest
Nature
doesn't need this fight
This
is not a fight at all for Nature
This
is only for us
We
have to fight until we die.
The
Calling
Light
in the darkness need not be a good sign
It
might even be the feisty eyes of the devil
The
path shining all the way to your goal
Might
shine because of a polished layer of dried blood
The
goal chooses you
You
don't choose the goal
It
had chosen your predecessors too
Mind
you, not the ancestors
Now
it is your turn
Your
blood will spill and ooze
Your
blood will flow from the goal to where you began
Your
blood will dry as you inflate and become heavy
Your
body will be dragged to where you came from
Flattening,
scrubbing and polishing the path
To
make it anew for your successor
Shwetha
H S
Shwetha H S is an ambivert writer and a traveller
who daydreams and hopes that one day love will win over all the odds. She works
as a food technologist by day in Bengaluru for bread and butter, and dives into
the world of books that she is either reading or writing at night.