The Me, the Life and the Flower

Oh it has been the me
Was it me, only me or what
A slap on a tender cheek
Vile as I was
Ungood for every soul there was
Be it the abode of benevolence or whatever

Even to the ones I loved
The me I never should have been

Now I cry, now I weep
Right when maggots smile
And I embrace a figment of futile hope
Hoping for....

I never should have done this or even that
Needless to say almost every single act

Oh my life, what have I done with you!
So very pristine yet all dead

Life’s undo could do it all
The only blessing that I want
But the gift which will never be
For it would make Life what is not

Why did I do this to you?
Why... did I? Why?
The eternal questioning perpetuates

Not only did I kill you
But many others of a similar kind
I should have never had you
Oh no but I did

I beseech Thee, the ‘thee’ who gave me this buddy
The ‘Thee’ who knew I had a flower
Only to be disgusted with my trial
For I crushed it before it thought to bloom

All I am now is cold
Colder with nothing latent
Others are blessed with the me now
What will I do! The flower in me wants to live

It’s a flower, you gave
With only beauty and all heart

I beg Thee, I plead Thee,
For I want another chance
I seek the trial with redemption
And that’s the thing in all
Hoping for a chance to save a pure me
But... this is something I wouldn't deserve
This is all I can do, want to do and will do
Oh, please at least for my life’s only flower
Flower, the good, ever good flower

Own Me Not

Thanks for the frying

All they need is a little nature’s crying

There shinning he was with no shy

Over there above all in a high

Own me not warned arrogance

The scorcher treated it with ignorance

Pity though throats so dry

They need a shower at least to cry

Came along white guys with determination

The hapless earthlings pleaded a watery nation

Blue curtain seemed gloomy and mean

The shiny guy shamed with the gaseous screen

My cry their smile no chance

Amoeboid hangouts ceaselessly prance

Own me not warned arrogance

The weightless dudes swayed in negligence

Only you guys could help

Please do hear the human yelp

A sudden flash left the sawyers shuddering

All that was heard was thundering

The droplets came down from great height

At last tears for loss of might

Who in the world struck the flash?

May be a soul with no want for cash

It could be a divine trick

Or a few charges causing an electric

With wetness having quenched thirst

Something new emerged on the mind’s crest

With need there was nothing but commonness

That sufficed crept in discreteness

Once all they had was need

Now brimming with wants to feed

Began the lowly absurd fights

Rendering thousands with sleepless nights

Own me not warned arrogance

Man was lost in his uncanny resurgence

Who can teach these immatures now?

Guess nature knew it probably how

Now I know the forces own me light

All this drama an attempt to pause the fight

I am arrogance with no freedom

Young minds kick me out of your fiefdom

Own me not; own me not this is a plea

Please, please let me flee

NOTE: Thanks a million for reading.This is my first shot at Poetry. Good or bad please do share your comments.