For Minni

A pure gleam that lit our lives, 
Can shine brightly, no more 
As its soul, has left its abode, 
Amidst the heavens, to soar 


And though we hurt for our loss, 
We are forced to bid adieu 
Destined to cherish, for our lives, 
Our loving memories of you 


-Kartik Shastry

Nature's Splendour

Oh! How much I yearn, to breathe
The pristine air, of a meadow blooming
Adorned, a plenty, by droplets of dew
Which rest atop, flowers perfuming

In peace, to hear the mellow calls
Of song birds, I furtively long
And to heed the whispering wind
As unfettered, it drifts along

I crave to feel, the satin stream
As it mirthfully, caresses my being
And then to trail, on its course
When it attempts, in haste, fleeing

This and more, my soul seeks
Alas! I but, possess a trice
Such infinite gifts you have to offer
Nature, a lifetime won’t suffice

-Kartik Shastry

Panspermia

So many beautiful wonders we see

As through space, we silently float

From distance vast, akin debris

To a desolate world, still remote

Isles of lights, dazzling galore

Amidst an eternal ocean of void

Stars, planets, moons and more

Though for life, utterly devoid

As that is the duty, we now so bear

Our sole charge, our future to sow

And when young, for it to care

Then our wisdom on it, to bestow

For indeed soon, will come the day

When our abode shall finally wane

And, though we are so far away

Through us, our kind shall remain

Thus, now striving, our utmost to cope

We silently journey, into the deep

Of someday reaching our goal, we hope

So life elsewhere, we may yet reap

-Kartik Shastry

Time and Perception

It is said, that the mightiest is time

For none else are able, to alter all

And as the many clocks restlessly tick

Fortunes change and aspirations fall

Sans mercy, the juggernaut lumbers

Under its bulk, trampling many a life

All servants of punctuality and haste

Their hopes of bliss, begetting strife

Yet, time is by no means, invincible

As its might derives from perception

For man, its inventor, regrettably is

A pitiful slave of his own conception

So if his own ruler, he yearns to be

His view of time, man must forsake

For upon becoming, free of its grip

To an unlived life, he shall awake

-Kartik Shastry

Home

How perplexing are the contradictions

Of ever-changing, personal convictions

All needs fulfilled, one yearns for more

And then, reminisces, his bliss of yore

My beliefs also, were similarly, swayed

And seeking happiness, afar I strayed

Now here, across seas, I aimlessly roam

With thoughts ever, of my distant home

But I know, that it is too late to lament

And meant I am, to endure this torment

For although apparent, I could not see

From what I sought, I was eager to flee

So, the moment, I shall patiently await

When my leaving, is permitted by fate

And until such time, I will play my part

While I preserve my home, in my heart

- Kartik Shastry

Presumption of Guilt

So many years, behind firm bars

My self, ruthlessly laid to waste

And still, deliverance seems afar

Though death draws near in haste

For I’m, after all, an innocent man

Unjustly accused, of a dire crime

Despised so, for another’s wrong

Sentenced to die before my time

I cannot help, but question God

Why I suffer, this undue torment

Whilst many, viler men than I

Exhort me, for my sin, to repent

And then there are a few who hope

That my fate may be undone yet

With faith, in truth’s eventual triumph

On the unfair system, they’ve bet

But what they fail to note, is this

My guilt, indeed, was presumed

And the moment, I was confined

That very instant, I was doomed

So, I shall let them take my life

And embrace death, without a sigh

Knowing well, I am neither the first

Nor the last one, like this, to die

But let me ask the keepers of law

A pertinent question while I still can

Do you not become, murderers all

If because of you dies an innocent man?

-Kartik Shastry

Why the Willows Weep

“Why do the Willows all weep?”

Many a folk, have asked around

So I shall tell you, aft its sorrow

There is a story, truly profound

There was once, a young Willow

Who all day, persistently wailed

For the woods it longed to leave

But its roots, were firmly nailed

All the different Willows nearby

Were quite weary of the sound

Yet the Willow, pledged to wail

Until to the earth, it was bound

One day, there came a torrent

Its flow setting the Willow, free

Nothing left to restrain its roots

It fled the forest in utmost glee

The rest but, not nearly as lucky

Remained stuck, doomed to rot

Thus they weep, for they mourn

This misery, that fell to their lot

-Kartik Shastry