Cats are like us

A pussy cat sat on the top,
flashing the light, back to my shot.

Like two north stars, its eyes torched,
staring constantly undeterred.

Royal by character,
expects least pamper.

They are a happy lot,
if are let to be just cats.

Unlike dogs, made to act,
cats are like us, dislike being taught.

© Hari Prasad S

ETs (Extra terrestrials)

Probably, divine plans,
god had when,
he transported us,
from somewhere else.

Displaced to earth,
we had, rebirth.

Planet, blue and green,
did not complain,
we brainy ETs,
colonized, new territories.

As inquisitive explorers,
we demolished, native species.

Good god consoled,
the oval sphere.

Though, he tried,
we ignored lord,
inventing, experimenting
we turned god.

We’ve spread over,
completely care free,
consuming this planet,
for our greed.

Probably, earth will
some day reveal,
a secret fable,
turning back, table.

That sure will,
be surreal,
“Men, to Mars,
Women, to Venus.!!!”

© Hari Prasad.S

Roof is seeping

The roof is seeping cause of ignorance,
in darkness are the senses.

With no guiding force,
will i ever climb out of my roof ?

Base busted, strings lost,
will i ever play pleasing notes ?

Slipping into sand dunes,
in and out i see repentance.

By asking for mercy,
his kindness has poured in faithfully.

The roof is gleaming with bliss,
because of his blessings.

© Hari Prasad.S


I pray everyday to stay,
in this hazy crazy maze.

But to fend, for your queries,
i’m digging within, a quarry.

I have hit the ground,
with no traces to return.

Maybe you would enter this den, calm,
and fetch yourself, a gem.

© Hari Prasad S


Road is casual, route is dull,
until I walk, I am just critical.

It comes alive while I explore,
the beauty, the thrill that it has in store.

It is my choice, it won’t enforce,
what I want to discover, is my endeavor.

Some take to the usual, some to the rare,
some take to the past ‘n’ some to the future.

Some are leading to, an era gone by,
some are so hectic, i wish I can fly.

Some would turn left, some could turn right,
a few can turn, u, complete.

© Hari Prasad.S