Mask

When I needed a healing touch,
I found no one around,
I knew to grow what got was much.
I fought to prove me sound.
But now I am a budding tree,
I have some masks around;
They praise, they smile, they come to see
They raise me to a mound.
I keep false smile, put on a gracious mask,
I know, they know the thing, but they do never ask! !

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If You

If you lift your index finger
to someone, you must know,
the four others are towards you.
If you don't have the courage,
to face one, don't try to
humiliate him under the guise,
of a person whose mask disturbs you.
My face will then turn into,
another mask, may be worse,
than yours, then where will you
hide your ugly face and utterance?

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We Live Carefree With Two Bond Slaves

We live carefree,
With two bond slaves,
Only Life and Death.

You know someday,
We must meet Him.
I have that Faith.

If in this life;
We stay selfish,
Are we human?

Motherland cries,
'Save me my Son, '
The Call clarion...

What for this life?
Cocooned at Home,
With tongue in cheek?

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Bloom Where They Are Planted

Let bloom my desires,
where they are planted.
I know that each prayer,
can not be granted.
But, give me the serenity,
to stand the thing I can't change,
I cherish to gather, the courage-
to convert something strange!
Shower the wisdom upon me,
so that I can judge the difference....
what is better layer of life,
must be nourished carefully hence!

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Room No Zero

Had there happened anything
Fishy, I mean messy?
On 9th September,
atmosphere was sombre,
election counting was
going on, the first
round of the 1st,2nd
was declared but,
the result of the
room no zero could not
be declared....
The number of voters were less
than the counted ballot papers!
They were winners, the
friends of the suspicious seven!

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Softly I Called You

Softly I called you
many times.
Wanted to tell,
my cute rhymes.
You turned your face.
For many days I waited
for you--
until the grass
filled with dew.
You showed disgrace!
Sorrow burdened
stayed back I.
Couldn't tell
my eyes were wet why.
life was then in mess.
When you thought,
you came.
Everyday just to
put on me blame,
try to see my friend's trace.

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The Stars Are Precious

They can't come near to us.
The Stars are very precious.
They twinkle at clear night,
can't see them in daylight.
we weave a story of heaven,
with the tale of stars seven.
The Warrior Star keeps vigil,
the day's light breaks until.
The milky ways, make our dream.
While sleeping, our grief they trim.
They can't come down to us.
The stars are very precious.

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Seven Lies

Seven lies are under
The seven deadly sins.
It will throw your soul
On thousand sharp pins;
You make the shower
Of false, false words.
You are a liar, I found
Playing Tarot Cards.
Tarot card is itself
My pure prism mind.
It doesn't act before,
It plays behind.
You know the conscience,
Is our the best teacher.
You yourself preach but
You are a dumb preacher!

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Shadow Me

Shadow me oh my
Dark emotion.
Shadow me all the way!

Shadow me to rock
In cradle heart,
To sway and just to sway!

Shadow me as a
Shady love tree,
In my hot, scorching day!

Shadow me must in,
Middle of night,
Like a gleaming pure ray!

Shadow me, shadow,
My foggy love,
Shadow wild me to tame.

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Dissect My Heart

I can't collect the
oozing blood of my
faded heart---
I can't breathe either.
Dissect it or divide
into smithereens.
My head bowed in shame,
No more need I to be smeared.
As Lord Shiva torn corpse of
the goddess in fifty one
pieces to show his tumultuous
anger out of bereavement,
tear me, O Lord! !
dance like Nataraja
in the rhythm of tempest,
Do Tandava! ! !

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