I am being watched..

Wherever I go, I am watched,
even to the loo, I am watched,
While driving the car,
crossing the signals,
Walking in the malls,
Talking in the halls,
I am watched.

When the smoking alarms go on,
I am watched.
When the traffic tickets issued,
I am watched.
When the bills are not paid,
I am watched.
When the bills are over due,
I am warned.

When my accounts are watched,
when my status is watched,

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We Are Not Actors!

when millions of our ancestors died for the truth,
when millions of them never acted in their life,
when millions of us work hard with our only face,
who told that world is full actors and actresses?

memorized scripts are repeated,
repeated verses can be recorded and edited,
The director vision is visualized,
Rehearsal can make the scenes perfect.

we live a scene only once in real life,
no directors, editors and the script writer,
we live our life with emotions and blunders,
we feel every moment that is not felt by the actors,
who told that world is the stage and we are the actors?

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We can do it! !

We speak different languages, but we think alike,
We have different cultures, but we behave alike,
We live in different zones, but we feel alike,
We are differently toned, but we are hurt alike,
Thinking of truth, nothing but the truth,
Behaving as a human, none other than human,
Feelings and its intensity, pain is same everywhere,
Hurt and the wound, the scar is not different somewhere.
We can understand one another, as the clouds do,
We can sniff the indifference, as the earth does,
We can protect the treasure as the moon does,
We can destroy the germ full thoughts, as the sun does.

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The Catamarans@Kattumaram

The catamaran floats silently in the shallow water,
Waves and whales not bothered, a lone man on board,
The logs of palm tied together to sail through the waves,
It floats always, never drowned, but drifted sideways.

The modern catamarans of logical mind,
Accumulate as many as heavily battered wounds,
No time to heal and no willing to dispose and disown,
The overloaded catamarans certainly drown.

Look at our own jammed up hearts and minds,
Where we stored all ill revengeful thoughts,
Not to let our catamaran to sink in wasteful worries,
Pick one by one and throw away all that unnecessary.

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Behind The Veil

The withdrawing bees sit on the blooms,
Dusts of yellow fall and start to groom,
The prosecuted flowers, accused of waywardness,
The bees are brought to identify, the lady pregnant,
Points the finger at one, who is in prime,
To take care her deposit in the silent shrine,
Bees get off guard, wrong genetic code,
The community of bees not to want to ride,
And conspire to keep the blooms on guard,
Each matured flower to be covered,
From the wavy petals to the leggy stem,
Just an opening for the rays to peep in,
The blooms on cover, not to attract the bees,
The blooms watch and enjoy exclusive.

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Doctored Profiles

Doctored are the people,
Who May be fourteen or in nineties,
like to change their age and sex in profiles,
Certainly prove their disrepute,
Of not believing their own ability,
May think that their cloaks,
Can be changed as fast as the clouds,
With the designs of sun peeping through,
From dark to white, always on the run,
Below the predictable moon and stars,
Leaving the message to the debt collectors,
That the father is not hiding in the barn,
The fruit cakes on the plates,
Definitely carry the same' nuts' and fruits,
Be happy for who and what you are,
Cheating is not a game but a shame.

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Drive safely.

Behind the wheel, you have to be safe,
Not intoxicated with vagrant laugh,
Fiddling with the phone to sms on the run,
picking up the things while holding the steering,
Pressing the modulator for the favorite songs,
Jumping the red light in lightening speed,
Trailing the vehicles with vengeful attitude,
Your loved ones are at home, waiting for you,
Young blood may boil for the rushing of youthful current,
Young are at the peak to take the risk without any thought,
Driving on Saturday night for a movie or to meet a friend or a party,
the safety is more important than the pleasure being naughty.

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The Mouse.

The mice are everywhere, must call the piped piper,
The mouse with the long tail and illuminating bunker,
Every home is infested with a few cute device,
That creates unseen emotion that felt in the senses,
People look at the screen and then laughingly happy,
People read the message and get angrily creepy,
People miss the people that they have never seen,
People feel everything in the heads, hearts and in dreams,
With no physical contact and acquaintance,
when modern human communicate through the apps,
When the piped piper program is installed,
People use their fingers, the mouse is discarded.

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Things To Be Balanced

Balance my heart between fast and slow beating rate,
Balance my wealth between the pauper and the rich state,
Balance my food between malnourished and overeating,
Balance my thought between weird and super serene.

Balance the car tyres to get aligned,
Balance the budget without any deficit,
Balance the love for the work and the family,
Balance the time between the recreations and duties.

Lord, Balance my posture of attitude at the altitude,
Balance my temperamental words when in multitude,
Balance the balance of deeds, on the judgment day,
by adding some good deeds or removing something bad.

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Made For Each Other!

Till the end, come with me,
I am a fragrant flower for a bee,
Head of intelligence to show you,
Let us have the garden, trouble free, .

Magic moments of eternal love,
Pass through many births of a dove,
Presence of you afar seems to be near,
Not even near, but in my heart safer,

You have made me to blabber a bit,
You have made me to rekindle a bit,
You have made me to dream a lot,
You have made me to worry a lot.

When you feel the same, what I feel now,
When you like the things, that is in my mind,
When you do spontaneously what I want to have,
We are made for each other to care and love.

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