In Wrong Hands

Have you ever had a cut
Have you ever seen the blood
Have you ever let it flow
Let it mix with that of the man next door?

Bring the men all together
Cutting the barriers of religion and color
Cut each hand with a tiny tear
And let a drop of blood mix here

Now I will give you this little jar
Separate the drops will you dear?

Separate the black, white and blue
And that of the Christians and Muslims too
Separate the East and West from each
And show me the difference will you please?

Have you ever squirmed in shame?
When on God you lay your blame?
Years have passed and millions lie dead
And yet we cannot stop this dread

The world is in wrong hands I say!
For while we roam clothed and free
The ones in the forests live in perfect harmony!


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For Matinee Muse - In the wrong hands
Re posting for Writers Island - Controversy. This is not very controversial I agree... but I think this is something to think about and ponder on!!


(c) Preethi @ Creative Outbursts, September 2008

Beyond the Bridge

(c) Preethi @ Creative Outbursts, September 2008

Along the road down that winding path,
Beyond the dense trees if you do walk;
On a bridge you will tread
That lies on the rippling creek!

Walk along will you, till the trees you pass
And there in the distance at last
There amidst flowers in the lovely clearing
Will rise, the house of your dreams

It will be as big as you want it to be
Or if you prefer it small and cozy
It will be as rich as you want it to be,
Or simply a little house on a tree!

For my friend you have just crossed
The bridge that fills the gap
Between dreams and reality
Between life and fantasy!

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Matinee Muse - Bridging the gap
(c) Preethi @ Creative Outbursts, September 2008

Coffee

I drag myself out of bed
I walk out with a groggy head
The kitchen is the first place to tread
To flip the switch of the magical pot!

The aroma fills the air so soon
The spirits perk and eyes open
The feet do a sprightly dance
The brain comes out of the trance

And when the rainy day is here
I grab a throw and sit to stare
The steaming mug in my hand
The wonderful smell fills the air!

The elixir I sip and smell makes me smile,
Makes me live and dance every day!
The magical gift from heavens I am sure,
That I welcome night and day!

And when I am off on a drive
My eyes search in frantic fear
For if I don't find a cafe near,
We will just have to head back home my dear!

I need my pot of COFFEE every day,
To keep me active, to keep me gay!
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For Sunday Scribblings - Coffee

(c) Preethi @ Creative Outbursts, September 2008

A chip off the old block!

I hide a grin I want to smile
When I should be looking grim
I turn around and bite my tongue
To stop the laugh about to come

I look so stern sure to scare
But the little eyes back they stare
And refuse to back down yet again,
Are my admonitions all in vain?

I sneak a look at the big burly man
Standing there with a grin
He seems to talk with his eyes
But I must still hold my stand and not sway!

Being a parent is a work so hard,
More so when my past is still so fresh
Much as my mind tries to forget
The same stern looks on my parents face!

But as my mind sways such,
I give up yet again and concede
Defeat of wills to the wee thing
He is after all, a chip off the old block!

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For Matinee Muse - Conflicting Emotions! (img courtesy: http://www.giftmonger.com)