Brown, yucky and tasteless
Toxic monsters
All tightly bundled
Into a thin roll.
...
Showers of happiness,
As a million raindrops,
Where every dropp mirrors,
The wishes and dreams,
...
In a small town lived a young girl,
Who had a very sweet name called “Furl”
She was very gentle and delectable
Exceedingly gorgeous and affable,
...
The wind blows
Through my hairs
Grown through years of struggle
It brings message
...
The tree didn't drop from sky,
It has grown
I wish it rather
Grew into earth
...
In this materialistic universe,
Being generous seems like a curse.
Today when we talk of great values,
People turn deaf ears like statues.
...
Knocking every door
Polite or rude
A poor sales boy walked.
A burning stomach
...
Tired, tattered and trapped,
She lay still and peaceful
A rhythmic whisper
From a young heart
...
The Sun awoke
And dazzling rays shown
Reflecting on the golden wings
As two birds flew
...
Painted in evening colours,
The sky glowed,
In an array of orange shades
And the rays sparkled,
...
Tiny droplets of salt
Cling on the tip of eyelashes
Hanging valiantly
Until a blink of eye
...
Drenched in the rage of rain
With an oversized shirt
And hairs uncombed for ages
Torn and tattered
...
Forlorn and Abandoned,
Yet together eternally,
United in a soul,
Two little sisters,
...
We have all taken birth on this earth,
Where murders, thefts and dacoity have no dearth,
All around us there is corruption.
Even today millions are deprived of education
...
The blanket of night slid off,
A brilliant glow emerged,
That trickled its way down,
Squeezing between clouds,
...
I didn't know that it mattered.
But now in my teens,
I know it makes a difference.
...
Tear drops were puzzled,
Torn between grief and sacrifice,
From a mother's eyes,
That witnessed her only son,
...
Man is extinct
Monotone of cruelty breaks
Trees rejoice
The noises die
...
Roopa Menon was born in Mumbai, India on 11th May,1985. Her poems have been published in Tajmahal Review (June 2003) , POTLUCK magazine and "VOYAGES"(a poetry Anthology) Her interview about "Life in India" has been published by Teen Voices. http: //www.angelfire.com/poetry/poetworld is the poetry website created by Roopa Menon, her friend Ruby and Ruby's brother Reuben.)
To Those Who Love Me
Brown, yucky and tasteless
Toxic monsters
All tightly bundled
Into a thin roll.
That's me!
Slim and handy
As I squeeze in between
Your fingers.
Burning my tail,
I turn into ashes and smoke
Surging my way
Through your mouth
To reach your lungs
Blocking arteries and veins on my way.
I hypnotize your cells
And they go dividing and dividing
Turning your lungs
Into a cancerous demon.
My dear children
Nicotine and tobacco-tar
Slowly eating you up,
Immersing you in their toxic bliss.
And you still enjoy me!
A tap on my back
Flicking off the ashes
As you smoke
I gleefully enter through the tiny hairs in
The tiny nostrils of
Your tiny little kids
B'cos blocking arteries
Is what I do
Whether its you or
People around you
What we share
Happens to be parasitism.
You burn me
And I burn your life.
I am burnt out now
Only the butt remains.
Throw me before I burn you.
And here you go
Lighting another me
I guess perhaps,
I am dearer
Than your family and your life.
But mind the spark in the butt
It's the spark of your life
Breathing and flickering now,
But...........................
As I come to you again
I carry an expiry date
Certainly not mine.