The Crow

I have wings and I am black.

I wake at morn, go in search of snack.

I have shades of grey and I like to prey

On little insects, on any little thing that comes my way!

When I call in my glorious voice,

Little boys stone me: oh how that annoys!

I hop, skip and jump and beak into the piles

Of dirt, filth and vomit surrounded by flies.

I comb my feathers as neatly as I can

Yet nobody looks up to me and admires my clan.

I am looked upon as a bad omen, a witch's friend

But am not a stereotype, I believe I am different.

I perch on trees, I nest, I live,

I outstretch my plumes, I kiss the sky above.

As my friends are many, you poets ignore me,

You yearn for the rare kinds, that turns you all dreamy.

Yet when I see you men everyday, I have my peace, 

I see my scavenger's soul reflected....we are one in deeds.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Life is what you make

"Life is what you make"

Is a wisdom you choose to take

And eat and swallow

(For the words aren't shallow)

And once ingrained,

Your life has changed.

Yet we never do what we should,

We revel in the bad and not the good.

Life is what you make-

A wisdom you hold at stake.

The world around is a hub of mean.

Bleeding red, inhaling green.

Dreaming blue but living black;

Abundant with rampage and attack.

No way to claim what was ours

For honest and true thrive behind the bars.

Hopes of a pale gleam of ray

Is what slowly drains our life everyday.

For our life is what others decide:

What we do is nothing but hide.

Hide..hide..hide in shame,

We are all part of this very game.

You run, I chase.

You die, I take your place.

Life goes on while you gaze.

It is such a complicated maze!

"Think simple,be focused"- is what they tell

But the language dies, the words fail.

What rises is a pungent smell

Of rotten souls, rotting in Hell.

Fear not, the end is nigh.

Don't build the walls so high.

When they come crashing,

You'll only be wishing,

If life was what You made.

And not exist by their dictates.