I would not have done, if I knew it earlier..
When you called me other day,
and told me your sad story,
I should have listened to you, not have done it.
When you called me middle of the night,
and told me that you had given up all hopes,
I should have listened to you only, not have done that.
When you came to my house,
cried your heart out,
I should have listened to you ONLY, not have done that.
When you made a hell out my weak heart,
pestered me to part the hard earned money,
I should have listened to you, not have lent the cash.
When I call you now,
You already changed your phone number,
several times.
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My father's bench!
Dad was sitting on the bench in the verandah,
Looking at the people who passed by the road,
He might have been searching for the children,
That he had reared and sent them to foreign,
As the wedded blissful young brides and grooms,
The silhouette of him getting bigger and smaller in routine,
Lonely he was, rubbing the hands of the hardened skin,
He was a man of few words, whom I forgot all of a sudden,
When my heart was newly occupied by few other hearts,
I wrote letters to him once in a while, apart from greetings,
when the scene has changed after a few decades,
I am Standing here alone and looking throw the windows,
People seem to be having only heads and shadows,
I may need the bench of my father to put near the sliding door,
Of the balcony of the apartment to watch the ants crawling,
Down the street, not even privileged to see their faces,
not blessed to have our village visitors to arrive at any minute.
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Ran Away To Be Free, But..
Attached with strings, which my parents held,
Timely schedule that had to be followed,
I decided to run away from home to a distant place,
Where I am not controlled and feel as free as a young lass (lad) ,
Started the journey alone with a bag and stolen money,
Good Samaritans were everywhere for a good price,
Called me baby with the sweetest voice,
Bought for me cans of beer,
as the ticket to Disney,
As a stranded puppy longed for love,
I had the good food and the spiked drink,
These men were not like my daddy, who scolded me,
Tortured me and insisted on disciplining me,
I felt very cool in their company,
They hugged me like the priest does in the chapel,
I stuck with them as the lizard on the wall,
When I woke up, all had gone with no trace,
I was alone on the wet bed, lost all grace,
Took the phone and called my daddy,
He rushed to the motel to find me alive,
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Is that creator in you?
Let their sun rise to them from our west,
Let the doubtful ignorance be cleared as the mist,
Let the program on every chip be our tips,
Let our people wake up in pleasant hand shake.
The old civilizations and new world in Pacific Ocean,
The same old genes of first generation peaceful human,
The chart of nomenclature with variant faith, dream and color,
under the great grand name of Human, the creator.
The creator of the fire for the food,
The creator of tools for the growth,
The creator of mechanics for the transport,
The creator of electricity for the comfort,
The creator of magnificent diodes,
The creator of tiny humble chips,
The creator of laptop and internet,
The creator of wars based on faith,
The creator of ignorance,
To destroy all these intelligence.
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O My Heart!
Mended heart of mine, broken once, twice and many times,
Never thought that I could come out of it, forgive and forgiven,
Haze from the burning jungles, spread thousand miles,
The daze from the shock pumped through artery venous Niles,
Crumpled my dignity and respect and put me in dungeons,
From where I thought, I would not escape as pigeons,
Whether my heart mends me or I mend it,
The dirty fluid sent to be filtered and rejuvenated,
My broken heart received the nonstop supply,
Of love and comfort hormones from my body,
Worries of sparrows set free, confusion of butterflies,
Hatched from the memory cocoon flutters to dry,
Holding the faith of truth and goodness so dear,
I was emancipated as a free soul with no fear.
Hugging the truth of impossible, suck out the lies,
Tug in the reality of possible, I look handsome and wise.
Holding the faith and the hope as true goodness,
There flies my soul with great awareness.
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Publically Not A Republican!
If I had touched you a bit more softly,
If I had cared you a bit more craftily,
If I had wiped your tears a bit more sincerely,
If I had been there for you a bit more regularly,
If I had listened to your stories a bit more eagerly,
If I hadn't acted like sleeping, while you cried beside me,
If I hadn't sent your boys to fight, while you knelt in front of me,
You wouldn't have decided to sleep with him for another four years.
You have picked up my index finger to poke my eyes,
My arch rival had chosen the right color code image,
Anti slavery human might not have made the difference,
the elite in the urban, want the descent vigilance,
people are caught in their own trap of equal ideology,
how you speak the language, it will hurt someone truly,
Let the stock, currency and property market get stabilized,
you will change your mind, to have a 'warrior' bed mate,
I will be chosen to be yours for the following eight years.
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Broken mould.
What mould was used to create
the species of earth?
The mould changes automatically,
to create the better species.
Who has programed the mould,
to be mold, omitting the U?
The mould that is kept in every species,
in the form of DNA and RNA.
What an Creator is that person,
who has such knowledge.
It took thousands years,
to decode the secrets of procreation.
It took millions of lives,
to find out remedy for infections.
It has taken a life span of human,
to realize the truth in final breathe.
If The same mould is used,
there is no kick in it.
The variation is a pleasure,
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Show What You Have!
Love him; love her, with no doubts,
Ride him; ride her through every moment,
Take him; Take her, with your heart blasts,
Touch him; Touch her, your wedded spouse,
Show him; show her how much she means,
Wrap him; wrap her, with kind memory tunes.
The gaze of you takes her to paradise,
The stare of you pulls him not to rave,
The kind touch of you, so pleasant,
To each other, both your hearts,
Speak language of care and love,
At constant sharing of what you have.
The beginning of a happy family,
Commences in your true ability,
That not obtained through ferment,
Juice of crushed grains and fruits,
Flowers of beautiful poppies allure,
The grave pain of insane sanity offers.
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A Receipe To Cook The Organ Meats!
Organ meats are laced and tasty,
let us make the dishes, not the pastry,
Cooking of brain, lungs, heart,
Liver, intestine and kidneys,
Soak them in wine for years,
Marinate them in fizzy beer,
Baking is too hot,
So we opt for smoke,
Smoke them throughout,
the Day and night,
Even in between,
Many the numbers,
Faster the organs get smoked,
When the eyes and nose water,
Use the mask and filters,
Weeds can be added,
For a quick fix and flavor,
When the sputum is thickened,
With the bending cough,
When the legs are swollen,
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Gifts should be kept safely...
Someone in the family got a puppy as a gift,
For the celebration of the father's day, the best,
It was entrusted with me for its upkeep,
Though upset, remembered the fable,
Once grandfather told, when young,
Walked on the sand that was new,
feeling of running river water, tickle,
Looked at the sky that was fresh and blue,
Trekking in the forest for the waterfalls,
Listening to the singing birds and insects,
Running after butterflies with laughter,
Swimming in the sea before sunset,
Loitering aimlessly in the paddy fields
Scared of coconuts that were dropped,
Bouquet of flowers that we smelled,
Everything was new, when we have, at first,
Everything Mother Nature has, is new to a child,
Such gift of nature was given as a present,
To our generation to enjoy and upkeep,
Take care of the gift to pass on to,
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