Corruption - A focused struggle against one's kin

Description :

In the following poem, I blatantly criticize how corruption affects the country by comparing it to that of a mother - child relation. While on one end we have selfless love from the mother who takes care of her children, corruption affects the child, who no longer protects the mother from hardship. Moreover, the child himself goes ahead in inflicting damage to his own mother through his activities. The mother makes an emotional cry to her brave and just children to protect her against those  corrupt and hopes that her silent sobs are soothed by action by her other brave and just sons. 

In this poem, I speak about the distance increasing and affection reducing. That happens as both mother and child do not know what the other is doing because of the virtual gap created due to ignorance and lack of awareness.

Poem : 

Sons and daughters! I hold you dear

You, my child, have made me fear.

I take care of you with pride aplomb

Watching and fussing you bomb and comb.

I work hard, day in and day out.

Watch, my friends! How independent and smart!

My child is the best - claims the mom,

My duty is fulfilled, i feel that come.

"Alas, my mom! I grow dark and grave"

Norm it is - Darkness pervades.

How stupid, yet how smart!

Darkness brought me money,

Money brought me luxury.

At last, we lost the light,

that creates, bestows thy might.

The child cried, the mom cried.

Why has life gone wrong ?

Mom knew not the child knew what

Child knew not the mom knew what

Distance increases, affection reduces.

I get ready, know not, to kill my mom.

Mugged and raped,She faced her fears.

Coward sons of infortune, you showed the rear.

Sons of providence, i call you here,

She cries alone with no one to hear.

What have you done to stop the deed?

All i hope is you will stop the bleed.

- Madhavan R Sriram

Progress or Distress - A Signal to the future

The more society develops, the more backward it becomes in its core values. Mankind moves ahead with technology and systems that make him better and faster, yet losing his identity and sanity in the process . We continue spending the same number of hours daily.  Is progress actually working against us emotionally, mentally and physically too ?

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The Human Think Tank !

A few words :

In this following poem, I go about telling that the human brain is a innocent tool during its inception. As time goes on, the brain gathers knowledge ( both constructive and destructive) and causes the mind to sway across the realms of the imaginable spectrum. 

The Poem : 

Thinking at the speed of light,

The mind feels no height.

The way ahead may be ablaze,

Alas, but it does feel a haze.

"Why?" asked the innocent brain,

-I process more than I can chew.

Arithmetic, politics and emotion,

What you process is what I feed.

Human mind, you are complex,

By practice and not by birth.

Your capabilities leave some to think,

Your trivialities cause others to blink.

Neural networks and fuzzy logic,

Exactly a truth, yet also maybe a lie.

I learn, for that, I am grateful

I am disabled and yet so powerful.

A weight assigned, A weight reduced.

You are what you decide and create.

You make the story, the lawyer and the jury

Human, I convict, acquit and rebuke.

Human brain, I placate thee,

For you are the supreme in me.

Impression does matter, my lord,

For I follow your right, will and judgement

                                                                                -Madhavan R Sriram

Nature of Emotions

A few lines ..

In the below poem, I discuss about the nature of human emotions.  While I initially fancied controlling my emotions, my subconscious duly corrects me by convincing me that humans lose their identity in the process. In the first stanza, I go about discussing about how men perceive emotions to be and also express my desire to control them as a warhorse. The second and third stanzas discuss how emotions cause distress and passion to humans. The final stanza culminates in my hesitation to control the emotions following a terse counsel by my subconscious. 

The actual stuff :

Emotions are like warhorses,

Strong and Athletic to see,
Ruthless in nature maybe,
The purpose in life is to Indulge.

Unpredictable ! Yes, with slight and hurt.
They tear you apart from within.
Attacking others when provoked,
Emotions are crazy creatures left alone.

Yet a strength they do give,
forever a power to achieve.
Passionate men treading about know,
Emotions are what keep them afloat.

Aha, we cannot be controlled,
For the whims of men are aplenty.
Once controlled, man loses direction,
Just to become a powerless powerful robot.

                                                                  - Madhavan R Sriram

Attitude

Seven was the number,

"Impossible" remember.

The intellects and leaders rose,

To open what others close.

Ego makes and breaks !!

Ego, in its various forms, is driving the world. People are continuing to secretly bind themselves to their ego and other's egos. Even the preachers and the naysayers are unknowingly pulled into this intricate web. Thus, Progress, corruption and all other human actions are nothing but a consequence of the ego.


- My views on the intricate force that drives great men insane.