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The Accident

by

Murli Menon

The moonless night...

That played around with my imagination,

Making me see scary visions,

And leading to the accident,

The moonless night - the trickster.

Death..

That came so close to me,

But who backed away,

To stalk another victim,

Death - the traitor.

God...

Who protected me in my hour of need,

And saw me unscathed,

Through my cerebral surgery,

God - the Saviour.

Fate...

Who got immense pleasure,

Seeing me paralysed and helpless.

Fate- the sadist.

Willpower...

Which saw me regain.

The strength of my arm and leg;

Which helped me hold on,

In the most difficult of times,

Helped me smile through my tears...

Willpower- my companion.

The City

by

Murli Menon

The City once so dear to me.

The nucleus of my existence.

Now transformed into an alien world,

By the departure of the one so beloved.

No soul awaits my arrival here,

No smile greets me back;

No hand leads me on,

All alone and desolate, I try to survive.

The city that moulded my dreams,

My hopes and my aspirations;

Promises me now, the gift...

Of a stream, of unending tears...

My city-- changed from a Paradise green...

...to a polluted dump;

By the ever increasing populace.

Miss World

by

Murli Menon

Miss World,
No indoor rose Will ever be kissed By the first morning dew. Then how Can the most Gorgeous of beauties Exhibit their true beauty, And real personalities, When imprisoned behind the gates of the Windsor Manor. The real Miss World Lives happily in her paradise; As true beauty knows no bondage, Freedom knows no cage, And true beauty speaks no language, Except the language of freedom. And the real `Miss World' is judged by the sun, the moon and the stars.

The Pangs of Love

by

Murli Menon

Is laughter always mixed with tears?

Is love always mixed with pain?

I seek answers...

As pain sears through my heart.

Love is a thief...

That robs me of my freedom;

That snatches my soul away from me,

My treasure trove is empty.

Love is pain...

Of a magnitude unknown

Love demands more than I possess;

Do not spare me sweet love,

Let me revel in your splendour,

Let me reflect your glow on my cheek,

Let me drink the pleasure in pain,

And devour the pain in pleasure.

The Sweet Enchanter

by

Murli Menon

Love is like the burning candle,

Kindled by two hearts;

Hearts that find their fullness,

In oneness.

Hearts that are bound

By the golden threads of love,

Are hearts that are inseparable;

Pining for each other in separation.

Love illuminates the way ahead of you,

Rendering true worth to every moment of your life;

Imparting warmth in the chilly winter of your life.

Love is the sun that melts the snow,

To reveal the beauty of the snow-clad mountains;

Love is the rock that smashes the shell,

To reveal the precious pearl that lies within.

Save Me

by

Murli Menon

SAVE ME

AN AGELESS APPEAL FROM THE ENVIRONMENT!

I was born several billion years in the past,

I am the EARTH, no mortal can outlast;

Alexander, Napolean,Hitler, I've seen them all,

I am the EARTH, who has seen the mighty fall.

But my arrogance made me feel immortal,

And today I realise, my mistake was fatal;

My ozone layer is nearly over,

And I am now, cowering for cover;

The global warming is making me burn,

And the rising ocean levels are making me drown;

The destruction of forestshave made my hairline thin,

And the endless soil erosion has wrinkled my skin;

Poison gases are all I get to breathe,

And one by one, I am loosing all my teeth;

My robust frame has become weak,

And my endless exploitation has made me meek;

As my future looks scary dark,

SAVE ME, SAVE ME.. is all I ask.

The Ride!!

by

Murli Menon

I've
been loitering again,
Over hills and valleys;
...of my own creation.
I wander....
...Over the blue waters of the ocean,
Untouched by storm or gale;
...Over swaying palm trees,
Which shelter those winged crooners.
I wander...
..Over mangrove swamps,
wherein dwell death in hiding.
...Over peaks and ridges
which astound the bravest;
...Over firs and birches,
Which crave to reach the stars.

At night I ride the crescent moon,
From one end of the horizon to the other
I flirt with the luminous stars;

As I pass them by.
Yet I am no winged bird,
Nor do I possess man made wings;
I am just a rider,
In the chariot of my dreams.