Thud
This thing born of breath and bone,
Seated on its secret throne,
A harbinger of ignition,
Pulling us from our perdition.
Thud
By the dream and the waking,
Anger ripe for the taking;
It reaps the spite from our minds.
By moon and star, flesh it grinds.
Thud
Distortion: its holy blade.
Singing songs of pain and rage
Wrought of mortal blood and steel,
Hefted high with fervent zeal.
Thud
The power of death endowed
While the thunder rolls throughout
This keen five-minute crusade.
In finale, the sin fades
Thud
The Metal cannot be stopped.
Born from those who rolled and rocked
It’s darkness: a warm embrace.
Rage released, a swift escape.
Thud
Thud.
And pounding, my heart feels the pull of the music, and it knows that it is free.
Categories:
thrash, 11th grade, anger, dark,
Form: Rhyme
everything is well
ready to invite
on the quay of cordial invitation
on the queue of loving reception
winter winds flapping the wings of coolness
spring breezes awaking on the bed of coming
ready
the mask of rapturous ceremony
the wine of cheers
the food for poverty happiness
the cloths of elated mind
the delightful environment for the moon
the New Year Dazzling Moon
the New Year Peaceful Moon
for all
for all
but the birds are flying before the light
the birds are cutting the thread of moon
oh Coronavirus
makes everything dangerous thrash!
-January 28, 2020 Chattogram
Categories:
thrash, life, new year,
Form: Free verse
O' master of my heart! Pray to thee
Thrash the grain against the chaff
This heart is sterile and barren like a babe
has its partner but without being grave
Let it have union with thee
to create a zygot of virtuosity
When the foetus is ready to move around the womb
don't let it guard on its own
since the soul on its own is in grave danger
may be attacked by the devil stranger
Pray to thee , let the baby come out safe of the narrow passage
And rear it up like a mother and father and then a guide
since roads of life are diverse laned and wide
here the traffickers know no traffic rules
Be the traffic police to guide its way
so never it has any negative sway
O' Master! pray to thee become its nurse
therefore it may cast away the appalling curse
Govind Goyal
Assistant Professor
IMS Law College, Noida
Categories:
thrash, abortion, analogy, angel, bible,
Form: Free verse
*****seems so much better when you push against the wood,
To bring back the rush from the first time you stood.
Like and infectious bug or addictive drug it courses through your blood
And, takes over your body, controls your mind and hands.
Every thought that you have is consumed by thrashing streets.
While your up in the air your problems lay underneath.
Every spot that you make, and every drive your body creates
Bring your feet back here to the tape year after year.
Although I may never be the best and it may never pay the bills
It's the only time in life I can make progress by completely standing still.
Every pop, every flick, every flarey ****ing trick makes me forget.
Forget all the bull*****and hype that's going in my life.
There's no thoughts to think, no emotions left to feel,
Only the comforting numbness of the sound of riding wheels.
Don't complain about your deck, if it rolls then it rides,
And if you feel any different take your poser self inside.
Your board is your pride and that's where you'll reside.
United we stand, skateboarders to thrash the land.
Categories:
thrash, art, may, time, drug,
Form: Rhyme