EVOLUTION

This was written by me when i was in my 8th grade. It was one those moments when you just feeli like jottig down everything that you're thinking, onto a paper.

The land is empty,there is no sea
No flowers, no animals, happiness I do not know.
Living things,small to big
On its own, the soil gets tilled.
Hot air rises, and a session of eruptions in phase
Four legged trotting, Evolution is taking place.
Eruptios continue, Sun is their leader
Some become stronger, some become weaker.
Hard rain starts to pour,
Peeping through the clouds, seeping through the core.
Crescent spreads its wings in the darkness
and lights up the sky
Double legged winged creatures,
learn and teach how to fly.
Evolution takes the next step,
Seas and oceans start to fill
Long stretches of water until the horizon.
Rain makes the earth a moist zone.
Now the land produces on its own.
In the end come rational creatures
Enjoying gifts of the millenium
Eating more then they can consume
Kicking their own backs
Making tons of work to rubber
Bursting the nature's lovely bubble
Nevertheless the evolution continues
And so the perilious fumes
And finally the day comes
When these "humans" take over
and give rise to a term
simply coined "Armageddon" forever
Boom Blast goes the Mother
and evolution becomes from good to evil.
In the end out of no where,
There comes a second God called the DEVIL!

Rishabh

Copyright ©2005 Rishabh Kaul

A Tribute To Humanity

This one was written as a tribute to the Gujarat Quake when i was in my ninth grade.The event shook us all, the irony being that it took place on the republic day. The last 2 stanzas refers to godhra.

A Tribute to Humanity

A rumbling noise was heard
A few birds scattered
Few table lamps shook
Somewhere a tumbler fell down

Suddenly the traffic signal froze
A deep cut upon the dwellings throat
People hurrying ang migrating
Where to? No one knows...

Life is cruel, though
No second chance to reconstruct
From dawn to dusk
Buildings turning to dust

Parks without grass, wells without water
City without people, People without laughter
Sacred images of life and death, ruling the city of slums
No where to go, no where to hide...

A doll amidst the rubble can be seen
But its owner is no where to be found
Who is going to live, die, we do not know
A one legged creature scattering around

One summer hence we stand
Holding one another's hand
Looking up as we all pray
Not to witness another quake

The Sun has set
And the moon never goes
And a pitch black atmosphere can be seen
Life on a cliff
Habits, Obscene
And the grass is anything but green

Or is this the calm before another storm?

Rishabh kaul

Copyright ©2005 Rishabh Kaul

Jawans

Right, so this is my first entry, for this I'd like to present what was one of my earliest written poems,and most importantly, one of the fisrt of my published poems. I think i had just entered 7th grade. i mean earliest written meaningful poems, at tender ages we all tend to write shit like "there was a cat, he then sat, put his hat and played cricket with his bat", nope this aint a site fer all that cute shit.
But first, Jawans!

Jawans on the borders
Have got special orders,
To protect our country
From its eternal misery.

They come to the army
Leaving their family and others,
And now the army's only their fathers mothers and even brothers.

In love and war everything's fair,
Thus they battle in the sea the land and also in the air.
They battle on sand and they battle in caves,
They battle in the himalayas and also in the bays.
They battle in the sea
And they battle on land,
They battle in punjab and
Also in rajasthan's sand.

At the end of it all
The battlefield becomes a grave,
Of the souls and spirits
Of our brave.

Rishabh Kaul

Copyright ©2005 Rishabh Kaul