The Hunter and the Rabbit

A hunter, pale and glum with hunger,
wandered about a mountain steep.
Marred, mauled, a beggar of mercy
alone he did within himself weep.

A rabbit caught the hunters’ gaze,
hopping about the quiet field,
It grazed him, death, in purest form,
latent behind a human veil.

Perplexed the hunter checked his aim.
Intrigued by its unnatural instinct.
followed the mute creature as it disappeared
behind a pile of weathered flints.

As he approached he saw,
a blanket of leaves , a pillow of hay
shivering, naked, with half open eyes,
two most exquisite new-borns lay.

The arrows confided with their quiver,
the arms of hunger laid their arms,
awe-struck, astounded with magnificence,
at lucid display of nature’s charms.

Agog the hunter scampered for thoughts,
how reality amongst utopia flies,
He kills the babies, with himself he can’t live
he walks away he slowly dies.

If you were the hunter, what would you do?

Think About It

Ranting a bit on human nature, I picked up certain subtle nuances that go a long way in defining our psyche. I mean look around, you’ll seldom find anyone who is content with what he/she has in hand. We keep striving for a little more, a little bit extra hoping that it will make us happier. Personally I feel there is nothing wrong with it, these small traits make us human after all. ‘Contentment’ is a word that can lead to serious hereditary disorders.
One more trait that I’d like to mention here is “the grass is greener on other side syndrome”, in other words, “what I have presently is crap syndrome”. I realized this today while listening to radio. Just kept flipping between channels thinking something better must be on somewhere else. Seinfeld accurately sums it up. Men are not interested in what is on TV, they are interested in what ELSE is on TV.
If we backtrack a little, we’ll realize, its all to do with the innumerable options we make ourselves available. Think if you have only one thing, how high you’ll value it. You’ll never get bored because you know you cant get anything else.
This however defeats the purpose of life. Monotonicity is a the EIGHTH sin that Jesus’ stenographer accidently missed out upon. So I say, go on ,whine, crib, curse , stand on top of everest and shout out at the top of your voice that life hasn’t been fair. That’s the only way you’ll come anywhere near contentment. A satisfying life is a life wasted.Will such a life be worthwhile? Absolutely not!

Hope

Hope is but a trojan horse,
unsuspecting we let it in
in strife, in pain,in times we are down,
it betrays and wrecks from within.

Illusions it casts on the naive mind
with promise of balm,a guiding ray
i stretch my hands to clasp and Lo!
unwavering it floats away.

When despair and sorrow,disappointment and loss
trample upon my gullible heart
it hides in deepest trenches,lost
i'm the prey on whom the demons dart