Injuria naturalis

Life is perfect I cannot say

Due little things that abound, 

Like when deep in seventh heaven

And my darling is not around.

Life is perfect for life's sake

But not always fair,

Like when I depart my other self

And all alone in the air.

Nature is fair I cannot say

When 'could have been another way;

With all the time the cosmos be

Why not us long, but die should we?

Nature is perfect I cannot say

Due things I see that bug,

Like when the selfish attack the kind

And sweep them under the rug.

Nature is kind I cannot say

For all it takes, it does not give;

As  if by some tyrannical decree

Some must die for some to live.

Up in the air

Up in the air, packed  in a box,

Cruising  across the skies,

I looked  down at mighty earth

With my fleshy and mortal eyes;

I realized my mortal self,

Hanging in balance in thin air,

But wonedered how little, if,

To our cherished lives we care!

Efficiency

The world could be a better place

If we worked all but as one;

For to those tackles on every's way

None would have lost, all could have won.

Some have the knowledge, some the skills,

Some have the patience and will to succeed;

Some have the money, some the power,

Some the time, some the speed.

Yonderhere

I close my eyes and think of thee,

By my side and all smiles;

I smell thy scent and feel thy touch,

From a hundred and a thousand miles!

I dream of thee day in day out,

And hear whispers into my ear:

"Don't feel lonesome, feel no doubt,

I am with thee and I am here."

Birds of a feather

Is it nature's uncanny call,

Or is it just a tribal thing,

Flocking all together

Are birds of a wing?

I find it hard for me to think

Nature makes a tribal call,

Bearing all birds as it could

Nature can nurture'em all.

The blind lawmaker

As if the cosmos besought us all,

In a feverish desperate call,

To make a story in its name,

Of how it fares and how it came,

Man scrambles across the globe-

Without proof or probe-

To make up a devine king,

Hiding deep in the dark,

That sets forth space and laws

Timed on his mark!

Angry self

An angry self soaked in blood,

Encaged in a potential well,

Boiling, overflowing like flood:

Reminiscent of a man-made hell.

An angry self of that I am,

Drowning in the high seas,

Bereft of my will to mind

Enslaved by idiosyncrasies;

Of those that matter 

And of those that don't,

Nonetheless in harmful wont!

An angry self, live but dead

Inside my thinking head,

Crying out for air of will

To stretch beyond the hill.

An angry self beyond repair,

But crying out for a rebirth,

For freedom to think and say

Beyond the depth and  girth,

Of a society in  decay.