Method in Madness

A slither, a slide,
a flutter, a glide.
A hop, a leap,
a focus, a peep.
A swim, a crawl,
a hiss, a bawl.
A bite, a sting,
a pounce, a spring.
A creep, a sprint,
a stare, a squint.
A fur, a scale.
A male-turned-female.
A trunk, a snout,
a beak, a mouth.
A woof, a caw,
a talon, a paw.
A wing, a fang,
a shark, a tang.
A stripe, a spot,
a few, a lot.

Random - there's no such thing.
A method is in what they sing.
The vast variety in nature -
paints God's own caricature.
Brims with ferocity yet full of love.
Man, the animal, is never above.

"There's No God"

So minuscule - the eyes can't see it.
The key to life lies within.
Not all visitors does it inside permit.
Though holy, labelled the original sin.

What happens next - again unseen.
The growth is mad. Old clothes can't be worn.
Welcomed by people happy and keen,
Nine months later, a new life is born.

So minuscule - the eyes can't see it.
From it, journeys of death begin.
Rarely people survive after being hit.
Millions lose, only a thousand win.

It cares not if it's an old man or teen.
Spreads gloom in hearts, and hides the dawn.
No matter how strong one has been,
When the time arrives, what's gone is gone.

The invisible becomes visible.
The visible becomes invisible.
These mysteries mind can comprehend not.
The invincible becomes vincible.
The vincible becomes invincible.
For, the Universe itself grew from a tiny dot.

Marvels I see,
of miracles I hear.
The heart feels glee
as well as fear.

I ask you queries.
You negatively nod.
And it really worries (me)
when you say, "There's no God".

Oh! God..

I said to God,


"I cry and cry
Till my eyes become dry.
I laugh and laugh
Till I get into a fit of cough.
I'm always in the extremes,
That's how I am.

An emotional scene,
Never fails to bring a tear.
The thought of my future
Does invoke my fear.
I'm always in the extremes.
That's how I am.

A beautiful girl
Makes my heart beat fast.
Yet the feeling is shortlived,
It does not really last.
I'm always in the extremes.
That's how I am.

When I love somebody
It's of the highest order.
When I hate somebody
I don't even near their border.
I'm always in the extremes.
That's how I am.

This absence of equilibrium,
Makes me falter a lot,
Revealing to my self,
The bad qualities I've got.

I know this isn't good.
I badly need to change.
This is the umpteenth time I'm saying,
"I badly need to change." "


God replied,


":P"

God, The Omnipresent

I know I can't write poetry,
When I start thinking.
My thoughts don't rouse the poet in me.
My love for poetry does it.

Many an hour have I spent making futile efforts,
To summon the poet within.
I had no clue about him,
About his abode as well.

I sought him exhausting my intellect,
I employed logic to detect him,
He remained elusive as always.

By hook or crook I wanted to know him.
My deceptive ways failed to show him.
I dropped my vanity.
I lost my sanity.
I pondered his presence in absolute serenity.

I cried to see him.
I died to feel him.
I pleaded him that I needed him.
I discovered that I was in love with him.

Silencing my intellect,
I offered oodles of love to him.
I found him,
I went around him.

My love! My soul!
Without you I'm not whole.
The god in me is that poet.
Holding his hand I'll sing many a duet.
-Mr.ClAiRvOyAnT