The Whip!
Life is unpredictable,
boring, though adventurous,
tedious, though amorphous,
lamenting, though delightful,
clueless, though targeted,
tormenting, though reassuring,
Life is unpredictable and unfair,
Gods of Heaven on earth,
Gods of the Universe, yet to be found out,
Please give me the script,
I like to act,
then I know the plot,
I know the next scene,
then I change my perfect costume,
I know the characters,
then I choose the best,
I do not have to live,
I wish to act,
I can act like laughing and crying,
I can act like angry and happy,
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Bills To Pay And The Money Lenders
The agony of scarcity destroys not only the harmony,
but also the unity and calmness of any unit.
That unit be a loving home of happy families or a nation
Whose joyful moments will be taken away.
When poverty enters, why human think irrationally,
When poverty suffocates, why a man acts violently,
When poverty displays, why everyone shows immaturity,
When poverty annoys, why the youngsters are hurt emotionally.
Ignorance of the parents eradicate the innocence of their offspring,
Unawareness of laws of basic economy kindles the fire of greediness,
When the kids are the investment, why should make them to be pawns,
Just a simple life is more than enough to witness another dawn.
Making a mistake out of curiosity is easy, rectification is very hard.
Taking a loan or two from a bank or a shark is easy,
Always remember that repayment takes the toll,
That should not be the peace of a family.
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Wasted Youthful Years!
When I was your waist high,
I saw you looking at the sky,
Told me that your love would fly,
To come back to make you shy,
Behind the door, where you would hide,
From the eyes of roving lads of village,
A woman displaced from the loved ones,
Planted in the land of forefather's hostile ground,
How many days I witnessed your hope,
While you reared the brood that your love gave,
I never saw you cried for your lonely status,
While the guys, who kept the end of the noose,
Some few thousand miles away, struggled,
To send the papers of money to feed and prosper,
Wives of emigrant workers and bosses,
May forget the needs of nature's nagging,
Taking only seven days in a week fasting,
Though a few have gone mentally disturbed,
Though a weak few have been tricked and spoiled,
The rest stand as the pillars to shoulder the culture,
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The Earth and Her Suitor!
He travels with the fastest speed,
Hugs her half naked body with greed,
She tilts at twenties and hides her poles,
she has the beauty pageant for him to drool.
Blues and green on her subtle skin.
She was so beautiful in herbal regime.
Suddenly blackheads, freckles and smoke,
Whiteheads structure blemishes on her face,
The third planet under his solar control,
her children dig out and decorate her rococo,
They have their own hundreds of satellite,
Stealing his hot energy to fuel and light.
Opaque barriers not to let him in and keep him away,
so he puts her under surveillance the whole day,
She rotates and shows him the happenings with fear,
who is as visible as him, just a provider.
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Dwarfed Human
Give me a small bundle of yarn,
Silk, wool or thread,
I will make beautiful attire,
sweater or loin cloth to cover you.
Give me bricks, stones and cement,
A comfortable house will be built,
for you and your children's children,
My tireless sweat may be hidden.
Give me a mother board, some GB memory,
I can use the buses to drive,
You can view the visuals on the monitor,
Speed the fastest, there evaporate my tears.
When you source my labor,
Have you ever thought about my tear?
Cheaper is better, we, poor are always poor,
May be not at your door steps, but in far away lands.
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Melt In The Frozen Ocean!
My heart melts in the frozen ocean,
My thought freezes in the boiling season,
My legs floats on the fine soil,
My mind limbs in the tuned tunnel.
you have made it possible,
that I feel the impossible,
You have made me to see,
a woman in a mother,
pushed her to the next place,
find a man in a father,
kept him beside the woman
in the mother and then,
you have occupied the first.
you are the real, not a dream,
to enjoy at night and forget,
to enjoy at day and be mocked,
to enjoy once and throw out,
to flirt and dump as old cloth,
you have become a part,
we can't stay apart.
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The Same Trail
Fences are erected covering all nooks and corners,
A few are barbed and others are fixed with doors,
All are invisible, just in front of us, hard to walk through,
As if a solution exist to the existing problems those are tough.
A few have passed through the fences of culture and rules,
Got them badly battered to be called as rebels,
Many live within the demarcated boundaries,
Use the doors conveniently to exit and enter.
All these boundaries have made us to be sick and dull,
As if we are tied down to the ground, not to have an option,
Luckily we had acquired the knowledge and experience,
Before the societal obligations were rested on our shoulders.
We have no other option, except living within these societies,
Growing from the infant to the matured old individuals,
Invisible metallic cobwebs, not to be disturbed at home and work,
Hundreds of generation have lived and died taken the same trail.
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The Mind Vs The Heart,
Would you allot me a lot in your mind,
To be the sole proprietor of my prospect,
To treat me as you treat yourself,
To protect me as you protect yourself,
To work for my welfare as you work for yours,
To respect me as you respect your mother and sisters,
To love and care as you love and care yourself,
I need a place in your rational mind, not in your heart,
The heart may palpitate to the tunes of the hormones,
Sniff after the hedonistic shelters, leaving the family,
To lose its luster, the children will flutter in fear,
When the hearts are flooded with dirt and debris,
The rational mind never be clouded with haze and pollutants,
As your mind will bring you back to me intact,
After every temptation and fascination that are lot,
I don't need a place in your heart, but in your mind,
to fly over the sky happily to share the life proportionally,
when the love between us, is always kept as constant.
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A man on the bridge!
On that old bridge, during the last fight,
Threw the ring into the river to drown and rest,
Returned to find that young heart in the old body,
Still holding the placard of ‘I am sorry' to the wind,
Looking for the ring of love that he had lost,
In the new bridge, as the old is closed and secured,
The elderly man is searching for his sweet heart,
In every young woman who passes by his side,
from left to right, right to left and top to bottom,
Let people call him ‘dirty old man',
Without knowing his life long search for his young love,
Let people name him after every name of the devil,
As he does not realize that his love has gone old and cold,
But he has that hope, on the sidewalks of the bridge,
That connects the two different banks of life and death,
Rises up for the small ships to pass through,
The clocks at the bell towers are changed,
the noise of the bells remind him that he is alive.
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The Door Of The Hearts!
Once door less world is full of doors and partitions,
The designers design it with absolute precisions,
The controversial carpenters may carve and erect it,
The Do it yourself can be obtained from the stores of experience,
A few are locked and secured not to let the intruders,
For the fear of sharing the treasured solitude convenience,
A few are just closed, left unattended and expected,
To be knocked, carrying the bouquet of willing flowers,
A few are just flip flops and can be opened from either side,
A few need the confirming finger prints and prospective voices,
A few can be opened by just pressing the fickle remote controls,
To show and share the intimacy before it locks by itself,
Too many doors metamorphoses from one to another,
Day and night, everywhere on the streets of heart's corner,
Mostly well maintained, though a few are irreparable,
To invite, feed, love, care, compromise and share.
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