A PoetiCreation

I LIKE

2008-09-09T01:50:00.000-07:00

I Like…

I like…

Wading through the foamy

Waters of the seas.

Wriggling my toes

In the sand of the beach.

Climbing right to the top

Of the gardens trees.

And biting right into a

Sweet, juicy peach.

I like…

Going to sleep

On my mothers warm lap.

Soaring high like a bird

When my dad carries me.

Working hard throughout the day

Then taking a quick nap.

Drinking some strong

Sugar filled tea.

I like…

To dream of the future

“I wonder what I might become.”

Learning about science

Chemistry, Physics and Biology.

Being the first person to

Work out a hard mathematics sum.

Waking up early in the morning

And being full of energy.

But…Most of all…

I like…

This world and its nature,

The wildlife in it too,

My family and my friends.

Everything else is just number two.

--Diloshaan Sripathy

I am the Bullock Driver

2008-09-09T01:49:00.000-07:00

I am the Bullock Driver

I am the bullock driver

Whose life is full of hardship

No friends have I, no comrades

The outback and I share friendship

For miles and miles on

Not a thing in my sight

Except for the glittering sand

And the silvery moon of the night

I am the king of the desert

My throne made of golden sand

I ride upon my cattle-drawn chariot

I rule with rein in hand

For weeks or even months

Home, I shall not return

My life: tis of no excitement

Like that of a flowerless fern

I hear the cattle clatter their feet

And clunk together their horns

The scattering of bush creatures

And the bird’s cries and mourns

I drive my bullocks for miles

Through the scorching heat of the day

Through the freezing breezes of the night

But nowt can I say

Nowt can I whine

Nowt can I complain

Though this loneliness can be depressing

So much, I’ll turn insane

The cattle never mind it though

Never do they whine

They have their friends and their family

Family? None here of mine

I am the bullock driver

Who drives the cattle form town to town

I must travel many sandy paths

Travel up dunes and then back down

This life is very difficult

How hard no one believes

I gain no gratitude for the job I do

For this, every bullocky grieves

I travel from village to town

With the bullocks at my side

I have sovereignty over the deserts

With no laws, do I abide

I sustain utmost courage

I wield the cracking, stinging whip

And a loaded Colt revolver

In the holster at my hip

O’er the remote earth

Tis like I am on many exiles

A ruler o’ this lone kingdom

From civilisation - many miles

I am the bullock driver

A hard job is what I do

Many years I have travelled

But the journeys? Yet a few…

--Diloshaan Sripathy

God's Wish

2008-09-09T01:48:00.000-07:00

God’s Wish

When god made the worlds,

When he shaped this universe,

His thoughts and wishes about his creation,

Went entirely in reverse.

His thoughts about peace,

About the ways we would strive,

Became ruptured and ruined,

As soon as humans started to thrive.

It began with the first humans,

With their lust that soon spread.

Their desire for more pleasure and power,

That only caused dread.

Disaster embarked on a journey,

Many years ago,

And it is still claiming lives,

Through the years that follow.

Not many were the righteous.

Not many did sacrifice,

Their lives to get rid off,

The killing, the torture and the lies.

God’s heart became full of burdens,

As the humans started their conquest.

Making it a long time,

Since, someone, god blessed.

To take away life,

No man has the right.

It is only up to god to make,

A being sleep an infinite night.

It has been long since,

The earth’s beauty was preserved,

Since the Earth was untouched,

And since battles were reserved.

Humans seek only pleasure, power, prosperity,

And unnecessary freedom.

Never do they want divinity,

Never did they seek wisdom.

If god wanted peace,

Righteousness and divinity,

Why is the world in struggle?

And why is there always a fall in humanity?

If gods wishes never came to be,

If his wants never came through,

Is it possible for the human’s,

Wishes to come true?

When the world changes,

Then that day will we understand

The real values of the,

Sacred, blessed and flourishing land.

Probably when gods immortal dreams,

Become a success,

Our human creation’s mortal dreams,

The divine one will bless.

But when will that come about,

Happen, will it ever?

If the world goes how it is,

It is obvious that will be never.

--Diloshaan Sripathy

Geethai

2008-09-09T01:47:00.000-07:00

Geethai

Once there was a young man

Sorrow within

Though he had not done a bad deed

Though he had not committed a sin

No hope had he

Bound in despair

In a world of ignorance

For him, there was no one to care

Sweat trickled down his neck

Below his teary face

As he questioned his existence

Within a disturbing maze

As all his fortune gone

His prosperity was now lost

His riches now to rags

Hatred within him- ‘unthawable’ frost

A frost that couldn’t be dissolved

An icy-cold disaster impossible to melt

A coldly burning scar of his life

A frost with which no one had dealt

He had no one to look to

What he had was nowhere to be found

All that were left to him

Was the sky above him and the ground

Lies were what he heard

Loss was all around

All that he thought of

Were the traitors in the surround

Wherever there is a will

There is a way

But he had great will

But a way he could not say

In the pain of betrayal he cried

For revenge he panicked

To avenge his losses his blood boiled

In fear of his future he frolicked

He heard all but the truth

Yet he told all but lies

His vengeance will be an answer

To his painful, disturbing cries

While he thought there was no hope

There was yet another

There came an elderly man

Whose heart cared for all like a mother

Slowly, at his own pace

Came the elderly

A brightened face giving light

And much hope had he

He came towards and sat down

An arm over the young man

He spoke courageously

Giving a helping hand

Hearing what had happened

The old man had a laugh

Expected, the young man, for sympathy

Sympathy? None, not even half

Now, now. What have you lost

Your riches and your wealth

Be glad it was nothing else

Not a limb or your health

When god created us

For this beautiful earth

We entered to this realm

With nothing at birth

Then we didn’t have money

Nor did we have clothes within our mother

We had nothing with us then

Except our emotions, however

We had love and there was care

Given to us from the start

An energy to fill our

Peace seeking heart

When we entered this world

Nothing then had we

When time passes by

You’ll get a chance to understand and see

A chance to know that

When we die it is the same

you’ll understand life is not money

Nor is it the pride and the fame

So, what you gain in life

It won’t be with you forever

But the education and the respect

You will have for eternity, forever and ever

The young man with power in heart

Wiped away the tears

He stood up with strength

And looked straight into his fears

Gaining hopeful spirit

He now became a real man

With every action he would take form now

Will show he actually can

The young man forgot all his worries

He took it all as a game

Looking at the father-like man

He politely asked for his name

My name is Krishna

But some call be Vishnu

I hope I have given you motivation

And inspiration to you

As a token of respect

The young man bowed his head

He closed his eyes and thought

Of what the other had said

He looked up to find

The old man had disappeared

And then turned his mind to some thoughts

That had suddenly appeared

The words the elder had spoken

The old man’s name

To the lord, Krishna himself

Were the same

As more and more spirit rose within

He knew he was under the care of the lord

Under the vision of the almighty

Filled with love from the god

- Diloshaan Sripathy

Fly Our Freedom bird

2008-09-09T01:46:00.000-07:00

Fly our freedom bird

The world is always in danger,

Everywhere, all around.

Waves attack, high winds blow,

And shake, does the ground.

Fly bird,

Oh, fly bird.

A long way there is to go.

Fly bird,

Oh, fly bird.

Changing the world will be slow.

There are miles to go,

Before we rest,

That you and I know.

Flying to freedoms nest,

Changing the world will be slow.

Fighting and shooting,

What use is there in.

WORLD PEACE, those words we have to sing.

Do this rather than making a sin,

The world just might change quicker.

Fly bird,

Oh, fly bird.

A long way there is to go.

Fly bird,

Oh, fly bird.

Changing the world will be slow.

There are miles to go,

Before we rest,

That you and I know.

Flying to freedoms nest,

Changing the world will be slow.

BAD DEEDS, we do this,

God will punish us,

Sending great asteroids that will never miss,

The planet that now holds us.

Mother earth, how much will she bear,

But does anyone really care?

Wrecking our beautiful planet,

Pulling it apart here and there.

But when the years will come by,

All we’ll do is stare,

At the once beautiful planet earth,

Torn up into a way, to say I do not dare.

Fly bird,

Oh, fly bird.

A long way there is to go.

Fly bird,

Oh, fly bird.

Changing the world will be slow.

There are miles to go,

Before we rest,

That you and I know.

Flying to freedoms nest,

Changing the world will be slow.

--Diloshaan Sripathy

Earth

2008-09-09T01:45:00.000-07:00

Earth

Earth,

Mother earth.

Sometimes lives,

It will make,

Or in anger,

It will shake,

Giving a massive earthquake.

Making lives,

Plants and tree,

Rivers and lakes,

Oceans and seas.

We live on mother earth,

Thriving and surviving,

And also striving,

To keep mother earth living.

But we still have to survive,

To make the earth live.

--Diloshaan Sripathy

Deewali

2008-09-09T01:23:00.000-07:00

DEEWALI

A time of imagination

A time of mythology

Dozens of lamps, placed in a row

Lighting the way for me

Oil lamps abound

All lighting the sky

This festival celebrates

The time Naraka finally did die

Magic and joy

As fire works blast

Crackers we light

And prayers we cast

With cheers and shouts

The whole nation will celebrate

Embellishing their house

Decorations which are elaborate

Food, honey and special sweets

Essence floating fragrantly

Mixing in the atmosphere

Together with the streamers and confetti

The music of temple bells

Listen as the notes fly by

To the heavens above

Dancing in the sky

The little kids in the village

Through the streets, scamper

As they play games and dance around

And not come home till it is darker

The streets all filled with lights

From the shops and stalls

Opened throughout the nights

Before the day Deewali falls

A day for the gods

A day which is holy

A day for celebrations

A day called Deewali

HAPPY DEEWALI TO ALL!!!!!

--Diloshaan Sripathy

Divine Dancer

2008-09-09T01:22:00.000-07:00

Divine Dancer

She moves with energy

Indeed, very fast

It seems as though time flies with her

This moment will soon be past

She waves her hands through the air

With beauty and with grace

She tells an interesting story

Through the expressions on her face

Her feet stand firmly

Beneath, upon the ground

Her anklets frolic about loudly

They make a melodious sound

The bells clink and clatter

Jingling as she dances

He eyes glitter like diamonds

Everywhere she glances

She is beautifully decorated

With jewellery, precious gems and stones

Her body turns, jumps and flexes

Like there are no bones

Her head moves with the melody

Her feet with the beat

Her arms mimic the rhythm

Completely musical and neat

It is a dance choreography from the gods

Heaven and the arts as they combine

She twists and twirls delightfully

She is a dancer who is divine

The end is nearing

The time has come for her dance and I to part

But never will I forget this event

Which has left a footprint of music in my heart

Excellent is her dancing

She is of great beauty and charm

Speechless, I am now when the magical journey finishes

For her lovely dance, my heart it harms

--Diloshaan Sripathy

A Warriors Song

2008-09-08T04:00:00.001-07:00

A Warriors Song - My War call

I look up towards the sun

As the light floods my face

My head is going wild

Through a mental maze

No more dread

And no one dead

No more worries or cries

And no more arrows in the skies

As fallen comrades surround me

As I stand there alone

Alone through the torn forests

Abandoned amongst the buildings blown

A Warfield nowadays

But long ago a serene field

Now full of numerous lost lives

After a battle nobody would yield

No more dread

And no one dead

No more worries or cries

And no more arrows in the skies

My heart is throbbing

In pain it bleeds

As a plant of regret grows

Form bloodshot killing seeds

Many and I thought

That we shall fight for our freedom

We shall take lives for this nation

However, showed now’t in wisdom

No more dread

And no one dead

No more worries or cries

And no more arrows in the skies

As the sword I now wield

Clashes with the other

As diverse yet friendly empires

Turn against one another

A shower of arrows

Like a plague, floods the skies

As the atmosphere fills

With bloodcurdling cries

No more dread

And no one dead

No more worries or cries

And no more arrows in the skies

As my quiver quivers

As my wooden bow breaks

My shield tremors

Also my heart, it makes

Oh, my mother

What have I done?

I have taken the lives

Of many, not one

No more dread

And no one dead

No more worries or cries

And no more arrows in the skies

Their families forgotten

Their children in grief

Their wives now widows

Their happiness only brief

The wars are everlasting

They are slowly eating up my life

I hope not for a time of a death message

Reaching my children and wife

No more dread

And no one dead

No more worries or cries

And no more arrows in the skies

The will to fight for the freedom

I thought it would have no wrong

As I think of all the men I have slaughtered

I write this very song

For those who are out there

Who have fallen or are yet to fall

For those who are enduring warfare

This is my war call

--Diloshaan Sripathy

A Soldier Ants Journey

2008-09-08T03:55:00.000-07:00

A Soldier Ants Journey

Upon the forest floors,

Among the rotting logs,

There stumbles a little soldier ant,

Through rain, through shine, through fog.

He journeys through the jungle,

Up trees and through grass blades,

Through the brightness of the sunlight,

And into the leaf’s shade he fades.

Through the grass he ambles,

And through the hot desert he marches,

As he retains memories of fallen companions,

As he glances at their carcass.

The ant hikes the dirt mound “mountain”

And onto the sandy “plateau,”

Upon the battle field “plains,”

Pride upon him, he’ll bestow.

Very small he might be,

But he carries a big heart,

With honor and bravery,

To war, he will depart.

He will rally to the fields,

Where he might pass away,

He will not turn back now,

Or even bring upon dismay.

Confrontation with an enemy,

Face to face with a foe.

Will he ever return to home?

No one will know.

--Diloshaan Sripathy

SNIPER

2008-09-08T03:51:00.000-07:00

SNIPER

Bullets pound my shelter

My heart pounds as well

The jungle life is certainly not easy

Among trees, in caves I dwell

“Boundaryless” is this conflict

I am surrounded from every side

No rules and regulations of warfare

Are set here to which we abide

It seems as though we are fearless

No on realises how scared we are

Its been days, it been months

But from the end it is very far

My rifle is at my side

A sniper is my role in this play

A deafening bang it makes when I shoot

A nightmare from which I cannot get away

Hiden within the depths of the forest

Among the treetops I stand

I cannot express the difficulties here

But I can say it isn’t grand

Avoiding bullets and grenades

I jump from many trees

I attack, leaping over trenches

I sail o’er many seas

There’s nothing more shocking than my sniper

Nothing more damaging than what it makes

When I pull out my sniper

Many lives are at stake

Everything is silent

Throughout the night through the enemy lines

I receive my order through radio

And watch for enemy signs

I move in discreet

No one knows I am here

But I know they will be expecting me

I am their nightmare, I am their fear

I load and I aim

Looking for a victim unaware

I have to do this ‘murder’ for it’s either his life or mine

Every killing I cannot bear

I shoot and I regret

My hands start to tremble

I must move out of here and find another foe

But I only fall and I only stumble

The situation here is hectic

From the machine guns I must escape

The turrets start their chanting of bullets

The helicopters I must evade

I must get away from the sentries

I must retreat from aware infantry

I must seek my next war victim

And watch for other snipers in the trees

The mortars make their entry

The rifles open fire into the bushes

I am near but must flee

Checking they can’t hear my boots sloshes

My boots sloshes in the mud

My stumping o’er the roots

My tripping over shrubs

And the thudding of my boots

Something tears through my body

Blood trickles down my sides

I think I’ve been hit

The pain soars and it glides

I’ve been shot down like I shot the other

I’m down with immense pain

I’m finished now what use is there in this fighting?

From war what did I gain?

Maybe it is karma

Maybe karma has shot me down

For all the killings I have done for war

Whatever goes around comes around

I struggle to reach my radio that lies feet behind me

I scream as my flesh tears and my skin peels

The pain is intolerable, the pain is excruciating

Maybe the last pain I’ll ever feel

Slowly I see everything blur

The sounds of the battery fire die down

After the sound I die down

This war, my life, it has blown…

--Diloshaan Sripathy

The Circus

2008-01-24T21:27:00.001-08:00

We’re at the circus and we are proud
I look at the people in the big crowd
We park near a really big tree
And out we come 1, 2, 3
Out of the parking we pop
To see the really big top
It starts when we are inside
In the door some people slide
See the clowns here
See the clowns there
There’s a clown here, there and everywhere
See the clowns suddenly appear
Look at them in their cars, swiftly and quickly they steer
See the clowns pop
See the clowns bop
See the clowns pop and bop
As they land on each others top
See the boy, he’s got fairy floss
That girl there with glittery lip gloss
That man there, he is jumping on a log
That lady there has a tasty hot dog
We go back inside and see the acrobats
They go up and down
They perform all around
The strong man comes out and lifts up a few kilos
And to me, he looks like a really tough fellow
Last but not least there come the lions
The lions roar
It is a lion galore
The circus finishes in time
And those clowns there looked like Frankenstein
There is our car
It is parked afar
Now the enjoyment of the circus has past
And it has gone really fast
All the people have vanished Now the circus has truly finished

-Diloshaan Sripathy

The Sea

2008-01-24T21:16:00.000-08:00

As I sit on the beach of the sea,
I can feel the water touching me.
I sit in shame,
For that I claim,
I have no right hand.
I sit on the sand,
And that’s were I’ll stay,
Playing with the sand like I am making clay.
Because I have had a nightmare,
And do not dare,
To go into the water,
But I’m a brave boy,
I know.
I take a chance,
At the water I glance.
I take a deep breath of air,
I see the water snare.
I go in to the water step by step.
I go kicking my legs into a deeper place,
Bit by bit.
Now I know I’m somewhere out in the sea,
I don’t panic instead enjoy it.
I feel something sharp bump into my knee,
Now I’m curious and my heart beats fast.
My left hand, in to the water, I cast,
To feel something greasy.
I take my hand up to see some blood,
I think I know what it is, I swim really fast,
It is not easy.
I stop and dunk my head into the water,
And I see something coming at me.
In a few seconds past…………
…. I am gone from the sea and…………
….. The world.

-Diloshaan Sripathy

TSUNAMI!!

2008-01-24T21:05:00.000-08:00

All is peaceful and all is quiet as a mouse,
All the people are in a hut or a house.
What they don’t know is they are in their own dooms,
When suddenly out of the water something looms!
When the object was identified,
Some people felt like their hearts were fried.
“Tsunami, tsunami,”
“Can’t you see?”
“Where, where”
“Oh, yes, there, there!”
The shouts went,
And the cries of “run, run,”
Tells it is something not fun.
The people wished now they had Noah’s’ Arch,
Because out there in the sea,
More and more tsunamis lurk.
Prayers and cries went to god,
But no response, maybe he was bored.
God didn’t check the prayers in the mail,
Which were sent by the people, in horror by the tsunami, who sail.
More and more, flooded the water,
Which came in ready to slaughter.
But, poor mother land, the water suddenly caught her.
Poor planet earth, universes daughter,
Was shook and struck by Neptune,
God of the sea,

With anger, revenge and controversy.
When it was finished nothing really flinched,
Because, everything and everyone, who were there was lynched.
All this to me was a nightmare,
Because, all this couldn't really be fair.
At that time, if you have heard, god saves him self,
But rarely ones needing help.
And all those shouts for need,
Asking for someone to lead.

-Diloshaan Sripathy