Cannibal

For a second, all seems quiet in this primeval forest,
But only a second, silence is something they all detest,
Each to itself, noise is their only music, their only protest,
For, asking for understanding, is too formidable a request.

Above the saplings, beneath the vines, I finally reach a clearing,
Only to comprehend, it is the end of the jungle I am nearing,
There was once a time, when it stretched to the ends of land,
Ages ago, before it was within grasp of man’s lusty hand.

But things have changed, and so have the times,
All that persists, is the pungence of its ripe limes,
The grandeur only remains in the great oak’s tale,
As a witness to a relationship now nearly stale.

Gone are the days when the flora swayed in the breeze,
To the tune of young birds celebrating their release,
Days when the daisies couldn’t wait for the sunshine of spring,
Nights when cuckoos shivered, at what the winter would bring.

But the birds, grow tired soon, and shall no longer sing,
They find the tree too stuffy, to  even rest their wing,
Deafened by time, the trees too are now beyond caring,
Although they admit, the separation is beyond bearing.

The squirrel meekly watches, as the birds go their way,
Leaving the old peepul behind, for people to log away,
It looks up one last time, at the slowly receding pack,
Now more than sure, nothing will make them come back.

One such a ground I stand, a slave without a conscience,
Greedy, slogging for the greedy, who demand obedience,
Sweating, I continue, hacking away at the roots that feed humanity,
So that my children’s dream can soon turn into a concrete reality.

Although any reader would surely put this under Gazebo, the place it rightly belongs is Mirror, because not only is this about the environment, it is more about my own life than anything else. The message and the rest of the stuff is merely camouflage over a more sinister story of my own life. It is as much about an educated woodcutter and the ecological balance, as it is about two people whom I value more than my life fighting with each other, unable to bear each other. There’s a lot more to say, but that will have to wait till I get some comments :).

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5 Responses to “Cannibal”

  1. meghnak Says:

    Lovely!!!
    “The message and the rest of the stuff is merely camouflage over a more sinister story of my own life.”
    This intrigues me!! LOL!

    Beautiful poetry!!!
    Waiting for a visit from you 😛

    One such a ground I stand, a slave without a conscience,
    Greedy, slogging for the greedy, who demand obedience,
    Sweating, I continue, hacking away at the roots that feed humanity,
    So that my children’s dream can soon turn into a concrete reality.

    Awesome….that’s all I can say!!

  2. guptaghost Says:

    thank a lot.

    well i guess the intrigue will have to continue. 😀
    (it just meant that it was a reflection of me in my present state, a woodcutter sent to reluctantly chop a tree who hardly shares a symbiotic relation with the bird, but i unfortunately share a relation both with the bird and the tree(being also the squirrel, a case of Multiple Personality Disorder 🙂 )

    so, thats about the intrigue. the rest was just my bit for the society i live in.

    have been visiting your blog everyday!!!!!!!!!!!!!. Only i havent commented bcoz i comment usually only on poems, and you have got more into stories of late, so am waiting for that special poem from you.
    (in fact the next post is going to be dedicated to you, about Aspirations). So although my name may not appear on your blog my mind always is there.

  3. Aareet Says:

    Nights when cuckoos shivered, at what the winter would bring.

    This is so very poem. I liked this line best. Long time no read.

  4. Dream Catcher Says:

    someone left blogging 😦 y no update for so long!!

  5. guptaghost Says:

    @Dreamcatcher: right and wrong. am back bro and will begin spamming this blog for quite some time to come. get ready for the flood. the same way u had vanished for a few months, only my sabbatical was longer.

    @Aareet: thanks a lot. actually long time no write. got a little preoccupied with catching up on work. 🙂


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