He
Climbed that mountain
Wearing a Lydian ring
And scaled the peaks of success
Trampling on lives, backstabbing allies and mentors
Corrupt and venal to the core
Success was his only mantra
And power his lodestar
He had what it takes
To make it big in the world of politics
- An absolute ‘deficit of morals’.
The determined outcome of all his ventures
Was self-promotion
For which he would not hesitate
To create any commotion
Religion and fanaticism his weapons
He would manipulate the masses
Fool them with lies and deceit,
Mesmerize with his oratory to loot, rape and kill
And then laugh like a demon
Whilst the blood of innocents spilled.
The unlimited power he wielded
Made him seem invincible against tears even.
Climbed that mountain
Wearing a Lydian ring
And scaled the peaks of success
Trampling on lives, backstabbing allies and mentors
Corrupt and venal to the core
Success was his only mantra
And power his lodestar
He had what it takes
To make it big in the world of politics
- An absolute ‘deficit of morals’.
The determined outcome of all his ventures
Was self-promotion
For which he would not hesitate
To create any commotion
Religion and fanaticism his weapons
He would manipulate the masses
Fool them with lies and deceit,
Mesmerize with his oratory to loot, rape and kill
And then laugh like a demon
Whilst the blood of innocents spilled.
The unlimited power he wielded
Made him seem invincible against tears even.
She
Whom he had discarded long ago
Pleaded with him at each stage with folded hands
To retract from this self-destruction
A conciliation she always yearned
He was like a god to her.
Whom he had discarded long ago
Pleaded with him at each stage with folded hands
To retract from this self-destruction
A conciliation she always yearned
He was like a god to her.
He
Laughed her away with his brutal laugh
And the men and the women who surrounded him
They laughed too and clapped their hands
Lit diyas for him and told him all what he wanted to hear
You! The glorious you! The one and only you!
Who can do nothing wrong!
Misology became his hallmark.
Laughed her away with his brutal laugh
And the men and the women who surrounded him
They laughed too and clapped their hands
Lit diyas for him and told him all what he wanted to hear
You! The glorious you! The one and only you!
Who can do nothing wrong!
Misology became his hallmark.
She
The poor she waited and waited in vain
Hoping he would be back someday…
But many other Shes told him
He was better looking than Agathon
And he wore monogrammed suits fit for monarchs
And believed them blindly, till..
The poor she waited and waited in vain
Hoping he would be back someday…
But many other Shes told him
He was better looking than Agathon
And he wore monogrammed suits fit for monarchs
And believed them blindly, till..
He
Was petrified one day
When the walls of his citadel were breached
And karma dethroned him
Disinheritance from glory
Was history’s revenge as democracy prevailed!
The cloak of invincibility and invisibility
Was ripped off as the Lydian ring was snatched away.
Nemesis caught up as his Brutus and Cassius conspired
The cheerleaders vanished while mobs bayed for his blood
Unwanted, unwelcome he fled in disgrace
Wandering through the red desert,
A refugee from life.
Was petrified one day
When the walls of his citadel were breached
And karma dethroned him
Disinheritance from glory
Was history’s revenge as democracy prevailed!
The cloak of invincibility and invisibility
Was ripped off as the Lydian ring was snatched away.
Nemesis caught up as his Brutus and Cassius conspired
The cheerleaders vanished while mobs bayed for his blood
Unwanted, unwelcome he fled in disgrace
Wandering through the red desert,
A refugee from life.
She
Who had seen all this coming
And had feared for him, was no more.
Drowned in her tears she had departed long back.
Who had seen all this coming
And had feared for him, was no more.
Drowned in her tears she had departed long back.
He
Longed to make amends but she was beyond his reach
Bedraggled he reached the banks of Mandakini
Nobody recognized him now; neither did he crave it
Life in a cave as an ascetic was strangely peaceful
He had only one wish, to connect with his She
Whom he had ridiculed; at least in an afterworld alliance.
He begged her forgiveness day and night
He meditated but eudaimonia eluded him
One sunset, as usual, he dipped in the cold waters of Mandakini
And spied two feathered lovers as he came out
Saw them romancing in the evening sky.
Suddenly an arrow felled one.
“MA NISHADAAA” he thundered!
There was a pin drop silence.
Ataraxia descended on him
And she smiled from the heavens.
Longed to make amends but she was beyond his reach
Bedraggled he reached the banks of Mandakini
Nobody recognized him now; neither did he crave it
Life in a cave as an ascetic was strangely peaceful
He had only one wish, to connect with his She
Whom he had ridiculed; at least in an afterworld alliance.
He begged her forgiveness day and night
He meditated but eudaimonia eluded him
One sunset, as usual, he dipped in the cold waters of Mandakini
And spied two feathered lovers as he came out
Saw them romancing in the evening sky.
Suddenly an arrow felled one.
“MA NISHADAAA” he thundered!
There was a pin drop silence.
Ataraxia descended on him
And she smiled from the heavens.
Disclaimer: Both the He and the She in this poem are fictitious characters and any trace of similarity if any to persons living or dead are totally unintended and coincidental.
Note: Diya - a small cup-shaped oil lamp made of baked clay
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