Death
Under the blanket of solitude
a long slumber
of undisturbed dreams!
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~ Quote # 2 ~
A translation of Chanakya's famous couplet
In this world
The hot hell of miseries
Only three things
Provide cool relief
Good offspring
Devoted spouse
Honest friend’s company.
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~ Red Love ~
Red,
My heart and blood
Red,
Feelings flood
Red,
My rose and prose
Red,
Dress I chose
Red,
A ring, a ruby
Red,
Valentine’s alibi
Red,
My words and vow
Red
Color of my love
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Monologue-5
On that creative night
I had burst into a plethora
Of such fine expressions
That could put a doting poet’s
Erotic prosody to shame.
Trembling to your touch,
In your hands I had become
A novice’s innovative poetry
Slithering in lyric and tune,
When u kissed my cheek, my neck...
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Martyrdom
(Dedicated to the Mumbai Terror attack victims and martyrs who laid their lives down with pride!)
I silently mourned in helpless agony
Tears of pain remained
Within realm of my eyes
I did not know where he rest
And the wreath withered in my hand.
I had seen the festooned lanes
When gods on chariots did parade
Irrespective of religion,
A procession of humanity
Observed obeisance, no god was ever paid
Every street looks as if a cemetery
So common death has become
And I dread it unusually less
With such pride the martyr died
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Men of Honour!
Fourteen years in forests he lived
For in honesty he believed;
And ‘Rama’ in hard turf thus forayed
His father’s words he had obeyed.
When with might he takes the aim
Puts the greatest archers to shame
His teacher showed a bird on tree
Nothing but its eye, ‘Arjuna’ would see.
Out in the lawns of his school
The sage had his pupils busy,
A tiger attacked, to ‘sala’ he called
And the tiger was stabbed brutally.
A Brahmin scholar of intensity
Faced the corrupt kings atrocity,
Undid his braid and he did swear,
'Chandragupta' rose, 'chanakya' tied his hair.
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Evasion
Like a withdrawing Lilly
Devoid of its substantial charm
I recoil into the asylum
Of an imposed isolation
When words become a chokingly
Uncontainable extravagance,
I renounce voice and retreat
Into hibernating caves of silence
When truth penetrates and ridicules
My guarded solemn beliefs
I helplessly elude and hide
In the dark dungeons of ignorance
When the badly changing world
Ceases to inspire my acumen
I fall back on my deceased past
And fumble the relics of ashes and bones
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Misery strikes at its will…
Misery strikes at its will
Unexpectedly
Like a stalking tiger
Pouncing on its kill
When everything is
Going pretty steady
Hell breaks loose,
When I am not ready! ! !
Worries shove
Upon a peaceful mind
Chasing me away from
The mainstream
Chased until I am lost
In a jungle of thoughts
All roads are blocked
In my room I stay locked
Hiding from the world,
More questions evolve
Those are obscure to solve
Helpless and weak
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Repressed
I could never decipher the
Unintelligible musical notes
Composed by an early spring
Which my garden sparrows
Decoded with effortless eloquence
I could never admire the blackness
Of clouds, or muse my soul
With blaring thunder beats
And dance with my thoughts spread
Into multi coloured feather spectrum
I could never follow my dreams
Or find its buoyant footprints
On the canvas of a special night
When my desires silently wandered
Into the patio of someone else’s eyes.
I could never respond with resolve
Or praise the challenging beauty of life
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Riposte
Come back to me my days of
Past,
In your arms my life would last,
No knowledge is divine but ignorance,
My present is blessed
with your remembrance
I want to relive in full glory
the days of childhood,
In this lustful materialistic world
Nothing seems so good.
Like a kid again I falter to speak
Creating language of my own
Better than many senseless sermon.
To laugh to giggle endlessly
Now my amusements are so empty.
To walk around hand in hand
Mom and dad on either side
With my bare foot touching the sand,
Along the trees adorned road
Now I am deserted in a crowd.
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