My Moments
MY MOMENTS
AS Moon I enjoyed my moments
In spite of my waning fortnights
When Romeo blamed my light
As bellowing his desperate romantic ember
I smiled at his love-sick plight
When Omar Khayyam did plaudit
That I heartened his poetic craft
I did inflect a wholehearted lilt
When a sneaky burglar cursed that
My fully waxed nights played a spoil sport
Always, on his professional pursuits
I laughed aloud with a glistering taunt
But what I saw tonight
Depressed my spirits, beyond thought
Here is a beggar in the street
Running without food, his third night
Bleary eyed; half-swooned and
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Graveyard
Hereafter they live again
Not by the names
They were christened when born
But by the names
As humans, they did earn
Not by the flesh
They did reign and yield
Nor by the hearts
They loved, hated, laughed and lamented
But by the spirit
That compromises every dissent
And discord, left remnant
By past mortal trait
The day they entered this tract
They buried forever their hatchets
Deep under their own vaults
Those who died of penury
As well, those who lived by their
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Maya
First there was a lightening dazing the eye
Next came a thunder threatening
With fear the earth skipped a spin
Merry skies laughed maliciously
And sent down a cold rain
‘Thanks, many thanks’
The earth mumbled
With a simper shyly
Amused, I asked the earth,
“Aren’t you both good friends?
Between you it must be quid pro quo
Why this misplaced gratitude you show? ”
Earth whispered, “He’s my friend! Yes friend! !
But he wants always to have an upper hand
Don’t you see? He is up there above me! !
He is a phenomenon of vicious vicissitudes
When in bad mood, me he can flood
Or can submerge in the oceans
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Hot Kiln
He shouts “Help me everyone
Come on! I’m in a kiln
Burning is my bare skin! ”
Further whines and complains
“Don’t you have compassion?
For a suffering fellow-man”
A Wiseman explains, “Well!
That’s your hand-made hearth
Smouldering in it are fuels
Raw, rough and cruel charcoals
You dug out from darkest
Corners of your heart and
Piled out around in your life
Lust, greed and great anger
Envy, passion and dirty conceit
All ensembled to blaze hellfires
In your hollow mind furnace
To pull you out: there’s none
A friend can wipe your tears
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Jeevanmuktha
Once he feared every omen; tick’ng Big Ben
Thundered cannons; mind’s filled with demons
Lived he phobias unfounded and unknown
Inane adversities even; sent cold sweat down
Wetting head to feet; shattering thoughts sane
But a day came soon like Sun shine
When dawned in him nascent omniscience
That he’s laden himself with false burden
Nescient of the ONE wearing whole creation
Was it due to his strong devotion?
Or result of his rinsed out sins
Knew not but; he became a new man
Like a full Moon out of cloud curtain
Like rosy petals out of coarse sepals
He now submits every poser and pain
At His Lotus Feet with staunch faith
No fear; no favor; he does his chores
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Renaissance
The fifties and earlier were the ignorant past of ideals
The people then didn’t know nor could conceive great ideas
Like dating, together living and mini-bars at the homes
Generations have changed; the once kids are now epitomes
Of elegance, newness and souring up social renaissance
The elders at home started looking obsolete and vacuous
Like the relics of the Stone Age; to remain at the homes
As obelisks of the past; not supposed to raise their voices;
Stop trumpeting about their past and to youth giving advices
And in silence wait for the days they proceed to their tombs
But I can’t help thinking of the days ahead, when today’s kids
Become elders and the way the kids of that future day think
When social renaissance picks up further momentum and in a bid
To cleanse the world of all the old, useless and stagnant stink
Send all those above fifty to live in catacombs waiting for death
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Those Unknown
What happened to those
who shed many a tear
and bled for others?
They died hungry
lamenting their last years.
I know those unknown
and I know how much of pain
endured they, unbeknown.
How unkind is this world?
How ungrateful are the people?
I find no statues for them
at road junctions
and never found their names
embossed on tomes
in golden letters.
Should not we recall the names
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Where Are My Veggies?
I wish I can pen a poem
That sounds funny like a cartoon
Or raise a deafening slogan
Like the opposition men
But I couldn’t laugh or bargain
Neither could I protest nor defend
When carrots challenged me at fifty
And a bunch of coriander at twenty
Like a voyeur at the veggies I leer
My tongue yearned for a tasty meal
But my wallet pleaded austerity
I returned home adding a little gravity
Who turned the Green gardens
Into barren concrete yards? I wondered
Soon we may have to learn
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Freedom At Midnight
At the stroke of twelve; midnight
we earned freedom! Well! We did it!
We waited, waited, waited, waited
we waited not just six hours for dawn,
but alas for sixty five years in vain.
Very few dredged the darkness to fetch the light;
but many spewed venoms to stretch the night.
Terrorists, factionists and fanatics
gained the reins of the reign in dark
to run their rackets free of any fetters
while remained our leaders, indolent,
insolent, corrupt and inept with no intent
to direct and correct the groping multitude.
Commoners too care not the dark nor feel any remorse
even if the long waited day-break
starts with a longest solar eclipse.
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SERENDIPITY (Terza rima)
I had some land in the city’s suburbs
Beside a pond with ferns, fishes and ducks
Amidst a beautiful jungle of shrubs
I sold it for pittance and spent the bucks
Really, it was no deal willy-nilly
Happy we were at that, as dough of luck
The site is now city’s central alley
With shopping malls and sky scrapers around
Its worth in crores, mocking at my folly
“Before you sold, should have had thoughts second”
My friend once grieved, “A fool you are my pal
You failed to make an option wise and sound”
“You’re right my friend”, I laughed, “It was my fall
I should have saved that piece of land or some
To spend on doctors’ bills, drug stores, et al”
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