Saturday, 18 May 2013

Slavery and Escape

For every beat of the drum, in steady rhythm
A whip cracks, chains tauten; humans, chains themselves
A beat, and an axe digs into the trunk, a scarred willow
Sweat, blood, pain, cry, pleas and prayers- silent and unheard; tears unseen

A membrane is torn, yet the drumbeats
The slogging ’machines’ are worn, yet the whips
One stroke of the axe, the last straw
The cut too deep, can bear no more; collapse, fall.

But the land is same, destined to be enslaved
The scattered seeds, a new generation is born
The children rise, doomed with the same ill fate,
The axe whips on.


The membrane is torn, but now no drum beats,
For they pounce and render their master slave, all man and beast
But abused in body, mind and soul, they succumb to fatigue,
It takes its time, but life comes around in its own way.

Slaves now remain no more, at least in man and beast,
But the axe, the tree, no metaphor; Nature too abused,
Tortured and enslaved by the same master, 
Its atrocities haven't ceased.

Slaves remain no more, but the ‘lost master’ still exists,
It crawls beneath and finds its last few moments of comfort bestowed by the shadow of the tree,
The slave-driver sought compassion from the same Nature it exploited so brutally,
And then, eternal peace.

Revenge, sought man, and finds for itself Death, its true home,
After its ‘Master-Slave’ sojourn;
Love, sought the tree, and it lives on
Bearing the scars for all to see and learn.



Mama said, “Do it now,
‘Cause time ain't waiting for none,
Your life’s there before you,
And you've only just begun.

A moment’s slip’s all it takes
And you fall like a pack of cards.”
Her words fell on deaf ears,
(Well, she was old) and,
I had no time for retards

I was too fast for her
Yeah, my technology!
Only, now I wish, if I could've heard
Her out, slow it down,

Now I clutch onto the stream
But the water flows past
It strips me, I'm nothing
No, it won’t last

The pendulum swings
And no one hears my cry,
It’s not coming back
No, time has gone by!

They preached and they pled
They whacked me on my head
Some pulled me down
So I learned to get up instead
"Your life’s your car
Go, steer it as you want!"
But, there’s only so much you can do
When you’re out of fuel
Before you even start
It’s a nightmare and it haunts, Oh!!

So I held on to the ground
But it’s broken beneath my weight
From between my fingers
The sand’s slipped away
The pendulum has swung
The seconds have ticked by
Now it won’t ever come back
The time has gone by!

‘Was so much I could do
That I needed to
Now no fear, no pain
Will bring it back again
And all that it’d ever be
Is what it’s always been
Just a dream!!

Now I clutch onto the stream
I try to awaken the dead
But the bullet’s left the gun
My sky’s a lead
But the pendulum has swung
The seconds have ticked by
Now it won’t ever come back
The time has gone by!
The time has gone by!

Mama said, “Do it now.”

No One’s Slave

Each day unleashed before me
Brings a new sky to the fore
A new colour in the rainbow
That I’d not noticed before

It spreads its wings, wide and fearlessly
Knowing, without it, the picture is incomplete
And though it’s not understood now
It will be accepted eventually

And when the Sun goes down and twinkling is out
Night sky brings to me
So many lights – dull and bright,
Where each one counts,
Though some can’t be seen

They tell me their heart is their guide
There is no wrong, there is no right
So brave, they explore and cross lines!
Not scared of failure or envy

I want to reach for the sky
And put it all in me,
There’s a difference inside
That wants to break free!
So tear apart my heart,
I want to make a fresh start,
So, I am what I want to be

Trying to figure out my life
Who says I can’t take time?
Don’t like the answer I’ve got
That’s not what I want
I don’t want to be
Yet another slave to Stereotype