These Poems are not very good, but yes it is a part of me...

The poems were written when I was young; they represent how I used to think, how my mind worked, what were the things I was passionate about. So guys, if you think the poems doesn't measure up, thats ok.. I feel that too... but then, I am just another ordinary guy...

Revival

I was at the hills, on my horse.
The night was with no moonlight at all.
A droplet of water fell on my nose,
And then the bigger drops began to fall.

There wasn't much clouds to be seen,
But heavens opened and rain poured in.
The trees were bend by the head strong winds,
The struggle seemed so much like the one in my mind.

And then suddenly ...Cold streams of ecstasy began to flow through my heart.

I could hear the water falling on the leaves,
I could hear frogs calling for their mates,
It began to echo in my ears,
But didn't take away all my fears.

A sudden streak of lightning blinded me,
The street lamps were still on, with their yellow flare.
Whole earth seemed to shake as the thunder was heard.
The frogs became silent for reasons unknown.

Then I don't know what happened,
I fainted, I suppose.

When I woke up I could hear,
The sweet sound of birds singing near.
The street lamps were still on,
The land looked so pretty, It was dawn.

There was a mist to be seen every where.
Columns of sunlight poured down through the air.
I could see green planes with trees here and there.

The yesterday's rain was still on the leaves,
The flowers were dripping with joy and dreams.
There were roses and lilies all over the place,
Swaying and dancing in the gales,
Along with many beautiful butterflies.
I wish I could enjoy their happy lives.

The sun had just begun to rise far and lone,
The land was waking in its rays,
The fear and Violence of Yesterday was gone.
Now Calmness and Beauty Prevails.

Deepak J.Nath
~1997

A NightMare

All alone in this world,
Like a sheep without a shepherd
I wander here and there,
To find nothing but bare.

Everywhere I look there is not a tree to be seen.
All along that place there is not a trace of green.
It looked like a grave yard, a field after a war,
With dark shadows of death covering near and far.

Huge portions of plastic scattered all around,
And the volume of waste in the soil had crossed all bounds.
The toxicity in the air had made breathing impossible.
And life once again walking on this land was improbable.

It was not the blue green earth I knew,
It was not the home where I grew.
Who has uttered the tragic spell,
That made this heaven, a sulfurous hell.

Nature has paid a huge price,
For the mistake of creating human race.
Life had lost its entire Future,
Just because it didn't understand human Nature.

Deepak J.Nath
~1997

Sleeping Forest

At the Close of the day, in the night,
When the starts twinkle bright,
The Birds find their way to their nest,
And some start their work in zest.

The Crackling sound of the forest,
And the rythemic noise of the circkets,
Along with the sound of the wind on the leaves,
Reveals the harmony that nature gives.

The shadow of the trees by the moon,
Darkens the night even soon,
The sound of the stream and the flowing brooks,
Rings lound and clear along the rocks.

The forest may not see the world tommorow,
Or the world may not see the forest tommorow.
Man is killing his own mother,
Man is digging his own grave.

Asleep is the Forest,
Asleep are the trees,
Even the animals, they are asleep.
Let them sleep and live in peace.

Deepak J.Nath
~1997