To Be a Fool and Black

To be a fool and black,

Is to be deceived by those you hold near,

Misled by the words you’d longed to hear,

To be duped for your skin, for your stature so slight,

Tricked by the darkness that cloaks the night.

To be naive and black,

Is to be betrayed by those you trust,

Hoodwinked by promises that turn to dust,

To be conned for your dreams, for your hopeful sight,

Swindled by the shadows that steal the light.

Yet in the face of deceit, I stand tall,

With a heart that endures, I face it all.

For every trick and every slight,

I find my strength, my inner light.

For to be a fool and black is to rise above,

To find in the shadows, a boundless love.

                                                                --Sharath

Love’s Odyssey: The Inner Conflict

A fight for love, a fight against self,

In the heart's deep chambers, emotions stealth.

Battles waged in the silence of night,

In the realm of dreams, love takes flight.

Desolate musings, have left me weary without cause,

In the obscurity, misplaced in time's pause,

Across the landscape of the heart, echoes of love exists,

Was it all love in the end, the question persists.

A struggle within, a war unseen,

Between what is, and what could have been.

In the labyrinth of mind, amidst shadows dwell,

Stories of love, we silently tell.

                                                            --Sharath

A Rich God

Of hunger, a little boy cried,

Adjurned for a piece of bread,

Thy lord who was rich and impaired,

Scurred from the hell he had raised!

Of penury, the little boy implored,

Aspired for a roof  when the night fell ,

Thy god who never knew no poverty,

Swayed over an indigent's death knell!

Of dejection, the little boy beseeched,

Grailed to be all smiles now and then, 

Thy creator who was dreary and bland,

Skipped a poor man's chapter often!!!

                                     ----Sharath

A Muted Soul

The dread has engulfed a girl downright,

Satan's veil barring the voiceless words,

Dismayed eyes never saw the mortal's sleight,

A butcher's prey for the ruthless swords.

To serve a frivolous lord, thus she was born,

To stay reticent all over, thus she was raised,

Unacquainted about life, she had sworn,

Hence forever she was bound to be enslaved.

Always to be overlooked, she did subsist,

None did question and none did gainsay,

Lost forever in the floating mist,

To wander bewilderly, he had left her astray...!!

                                                                -----Sharath

The Big Man

Though his fissured hands ached, 

the agony wasn't shown when he held.

For our gaiety was he ever cared,

There was diligence in every sweat he bled.

None were the excuses heard,

Nor a time he couldn't work and not be there,

The concedes for the exertions were never said,

All he got was the ravenous glare.

He heard us before we could ask,

Saw right through us before we even felt,

Yet he scraped a pavement for us to walk,

For the brood the big man knelt.

 

                                                           ----Sharath 

A Wanderer

 I've travelled through clouds

amidst frozen lucents akin pearls,

kindered along with a twin crowd,

attaining over serene hurls,

atop the world, beneath the sun,

there's none to stop me run.

The breeze behind plunged

drifting me through the alley of heaven,

I respired anew as i lunged,

did putforth my trust in the seven;

Through gales, across storms,

I've indulged the shade of gorms.

Orbs overlooked me fly,

While rays of light warmed from within,

this ain't the day i cry,

For all i've gone through is thick and thin;

A thousand heads i saw at a glance,

Flicking their heads in a frisky dance.

                                                                                         ----Sharath

Alone

While the barren woods murked,

obscure I stood alone gazing ,

the lonely star that overlooked,

astrayed in the ocean of it's own darkness,

Made me a clod for believing.

The truth was not that i was desterted,

Nor the fact of being a solus,

It was always the road I plumped,

The path of the forsaken and the outcast,

Choices that unfurled into a flus.

I do repent for all the hasty verdicts,

that I had to make at dawn,

for all I have done the esse indicts,

to rue over things that were primed,

For him we are just a mere pawn.,

For him we are just a mere pawn....!!!!

                                                      ----Sharath