Selected poetry by YT - Blast from the past.....Installment 1

In continuation with my entry (rather bold one! :D - read previous post for a backgrounder!) into the world of poetry, I'm trying to find all those pages, scraps, old diaries where I scribbled stuff....and posting them all  on the blog (Yeah: am not a big enough poet to think of copyright issues yet!! :). So here is the first batch / installment of 5 of 'em poems:

1. There's something thug-like in this throng,
Each one sets out to create and sing her/his own song,
But to the same universe of verse they all belong,Each of them is more alike than they'd thought, all along!


2.  
If there are wounds, there WAS Hurt,
No point 'ghosting' it away....
Forgiving aint easy, nay, not-at-all,
But walking tall again is important; how long do you want to crawl?

3. 

Lines designed on the palm indelibly,
Green Vessels carrying the Red Life tirelessly..
Thoughts criss-crossing the head at top speed,
Piercing the tenuous silence with mutinous noise,
Rings and bowed branches do not a tree's age hide,
Our memories tie up the Within and Outside...
Pick up the harrowed strings, colour them bright,
Take the reins, grip them tight...

4. 

In the grand scheme of Time,
There's nothing early Early or Late..
Time's tide will swell and abate,
But its our Choices that make our Fate...

5.

Who is Santa, they ask,
He is more popular than the Pope and he epitomises Hope.
What is Hope, they ask,
It is the rope that pulls you out of the well of Despair and it is a Cousin of Prayer.
What is a Prayer, they ask,
It is the talk which connects the souls of the Seeker and the Sought.
What is the finest thing that can be Sought? :)

Faith, Humility, Love are all fine,
But to a kid, it is still Santa's Mask!!!

to be continued.......