Coming Out
In the world full of mads
He confessed he is sane-
At last he comes out.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
20/07/09
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Ode to Karate
He practiced karate with verve
And suddenly sharp pain shot through his nerve
And his heart started to rejoice
Hearing his beloved God’s voice
Saying that he delighted in him the most
For he used the muscle
Which’s function was lost.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
03/05/2009
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An Insurance of Universe
After reading news
That in years few
Universe will collapse
So to get solace
I ran to the Insurance Company
with request to insured the universe completely
And to my utter surprise
The crooked company readily obliged.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
29/12/2008
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A Zen Monk
Calm Sage
Indifferent
Unconcerned
Waited
PATIENTLY.
And Poor Problem
Tired of
For want of attention
Solved itself
COMPLETELY.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
11/12/2008
PS: There is a level of consciousness in which solution precedes problem.And problem comes to give delight, which we get while solving some puzzle which's answer is already known
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Audacity of Hope
When the recession of opportunities
Knock downs, towns and cities;
When the flood of tension
Hits alike, huts and mansions;
When anxiety tortures life’s moments
And men wallows in teary torments;
When life is anything but easy
And only head shrinkers seems busy
Then, oh! Men
It is time to stand still
As ancient hills
of indomitable will
Which braves
Fiery storms
And wintry chills:
And your audacious hope
Should strive to climb
steep recession’s slope,
tightly holding
divine grace’s rope
Till in boom
The flood of recession wanes
Clouds of opportunities rains
And mad lives again becomes sane.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
28/02/2009
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Pareidolia- A Way of Perception
A depressed Guy
Was staring at sky,
Abruptly a form popped up
Assembled from
The lonely wandering clouds,
Appeared to him
Weeping inconsolably;
Suddenly, the warm joy welled up from within,
And the same clouds colluded to carve out,
A laughing form.
(Pareidolia is the phenomenon of finding familiar images in random scenes, like faces in clouds or religious icons in root vegetables)
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
24/05/2009
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Mosquito's Feast
A humming mosquito said: gun, gun, gun,
For greatest ever feast come, come, come.
Party area is a house of SHETH,
And venue is his lush dark pate.
Angelic Anopheles and Cute Culex* are special guests,
And black trouser is place for rest.
Special item is blood of HITESH,
Our greatest enemy, whom I detest.
Coil, Net and Mat may prove hitch,
But, 'Arise, awake and stop not till goal is reached.'**
Please keep your children at bay,
From a newest mosquito killer spray.
With God’s grace destroy devilish plan,
And with malaria wipe out evil human clan.
*Anopheles and Culex are species of mosquito
**Arise, awake and stop not till goal is reached-Saying of Swami Vivekananda.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
28/09/2008
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The Great Gambler
The Gambler stopped a monk
dwelling on spiritual plane,
And exclaimed, "Oh! monk
we both are exactly same
So I think we both of us
deserve equal name and fame.
Monk replied, "Gambler! I put
self not a pelf at stake,
And drink bitter poison
for God's sake
Only fool would say our
lives are same
For you a game is life
for me a life is game.''
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
27/12/2009
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A Faithful Lover
He alone struts with swagger fine,
To tame alike, humans and kine.
He breathes with us, with us he dines,
The cupbearer of life’s wine.
He feeds us all - the beings of clay,
As people raise chickens for prey.
We play in his gape, love in his lap,
Unaware of his bewitching trap.
He relishes our cries and sighs
While lurking in passionless skies.
He is the solid truth here
His shadows are kin and peers.
He is death, our faithful lover
Who leads us to peace bricked bower.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
21/04/2009
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An Oscar Award in Heaven
She had acted all her life
as mother, daughter and wife
She faked pleasure, when there was none;
She feigned gusto, when zest was gone.
She smiled at people, she would like to kill;
She scoffed at charmer, who gave her thrill.
She obeyed her boss, she longed to rebel
She served the persons, She desired in hell.
Thus she acted happy all her life,
In her world full of pain and strife.
At last her journey ended
And in heaven her soul landed.
In the heaven there was Oscar giving ceremony
And on Hollywood actress, all bet their money.
But as usual, Man proposes and God disposes
So actress lost and she won Oscar with roses.
God Announced: “Actress acted only in movies,
But she acted when her life was scarred,
Her acting is really thrilling and groovy,
So not the actress but she deserves Oscar.'
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
19 /07/2010
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Singing Sorrowful Song
Why hearts all sing sorrowful ditties,
Why nightmares torment dreams pretty,
Why sorrow revels in fate’s kitty,
Why sorrow humbles joy’s uppity,
Why sorrow questions joy’s sanity,
Why sorrow encroach joy’s city,
Why sorrow disrobes nubile pity,
Why hearts all sing sorrowful ditties.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
04/01/2009
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Long live the Recession
The steel factory has
stopped to gorge iron ore
Coz due to recession
demand is no more.
Peace of barren mine
Undisturbed by a human kind
Beckons new birds and kine
To stay, populate and dine.
Flowers and Plants flourish
Younglings and saplings are nourished
The beheaded trees bloom
And crazy cuckoos croon
A young bird is building
a nest in the deserted house,
To please and cheer his
expectant spouse.
Far away a flamboyant bird twits,
“Mr.Recession is dead”
Other birds chirp
“Long live the Recession”.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
27/11/2009
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Which Disease You Suffer From?
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies thin suffer
from, 'Anorexia Nervosa'.
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies muscular suffer
from, 'Bigorexia Nervosa'.
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies perfect
suffer from, 'Athletica Nervosa'.
Those who are preoccupied with an
imaginary defect of their body
suffer from, Body Dysmorphic Disorder”.
Those who love their bodies
while yelling, “To hell with the world”
suffer from, “Narcissistic Disorder”.
Those who refuse to take care
of bodies while shouting, ” To hell with it”
suffer from, 'Diogenes Syndrome'.
Hey! Buddy, Which disease you suffer from?
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
05/05/2009
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A War a Mother lost
A single mother barely
out of teen
Toils hard in a
voracious army canteen
Prepares fuel for the
killer machines
So she can afford to
cook at home
Her son, a sapling
is ten months old
And her relatives
have miseries untold
She refused a
posting in war
Coz her lone son
may suffer
emotional scars
A war in which
whoever win
Humanity is sure
to cry and whine.
But no one is going
to heard child’s plea
Because she has been
jailed for disobeying
state’s decree.
Somewhere a
volcano dormant
for centuries
emits fire
Perhaps angry at
heavenly sire.
(After reading a news that a single mom, was jailed after she refused a posting in war zone)
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
19/11/09
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The Swan Song of a Falling Leaf
Now I am rocked in the air
By the winds of death and despair
Rushing to the burial ground
Whereon wait the ash-strewn mounds.
Not long ago I was a budding leaf
Sipping the wind of joy sans grief
I would laugh at yellow chaps
Greeted their fall with thunderous claps.
Hallucinating that I and pyramid are alike,
Which a storm of death would fail to strike.
But slowly time painted me yellow,
Not unlike my long lost fellows.
At last my blinded pride
Wayward coz of lack of guide
Sees that neither joy nor pain
But death is a life’s lasting gain.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
30/08/2009
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Unbelievable Dream
Fish drowned in the sea
And bird fell from the tree
Elephants began to fly
And money rained from the sky
Bullock pulled the plane
And car lifted the crane
Lions started bleating
And goats started roaring
Servant fired his maid
And Hitesh became a poet great.
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The House of Relationships
Oft the house of relationships is
Built on the land of selfishness,
It bricks are shrewdness
Plastered with cement of treacheries
Painted with color of pretensions,
The ceiling is foxy hypocrisy
And floor the opaque opportunism.
When the earthquake of
Difficulties strike that jinxed house,
The bricks of relationship falls apart
And all flee, not unlike the rats
that desert the sinking ship.
Then sisters sue sisters
And Kens attack Abels
Perhaps they are sworn
Enemies of past lives,
Who are born as
husbands, brothers and wives.
Was it in vain
cried the Christ bold
Man’s worst enemies would
Be in his own household.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
05/08/2009
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I'm Goona Copy
I’m surely gonna copy,
Be it poem, DVD or floppy,
And win Nobel Prize and trophy.
I will copy poets all
Whether they are big or small
Ya! No one can make me stop
Till I scale a fame’s highest top.
At the beginning of age
When God made men in his own image
He started this “Plagiarist” trend
Which I am not gonna end.
And what is creativity?
If not an ability to hide
a source of theft
with impunity.
When there is nothing
original under the sun,
Why should I copy not
and deprive myself of fun.
So I’ll copy them word by word
be they Pablo, Shakespeare or Wordsworth.
I’ll copy them from morn to evening
And would excel HITESH and Kipling.
Can you prove, they were not plagiarist,
And had not copy from some poet’s list.
You can inform FBI, KGB or CIA,
But I won’t stop my wanton ways.
And I will copy without shame,
Till I earn big name and fame.
I will copy till people start copying me,
And then and then only I will
give up this vice with glee.: -)
(This poem is a sequel to poem, “hay all you people that like to copy” written by Melissa Schreuder)
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
19/05/2009
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The Bullets of Sorrow
The lethal bullets of sorrow
Aim at our rosy morrows,
By the cruel devilish FATE,
Push the men through sadness gate.
Cruel death is a helping mate,
Eager to share his blood -filled plate.
The bullet targets our jobs,
Pellet pierces our hopes.
The shrapnel shatters our ties,
The smoke smothers our sighs.
Battered love cries, and dashed dream sobs,
And lo! frail heart quivers to cope.
Some sheds tear dry, some sheds wet,
Blaming tight-lipped heavenly gate.
Some hides their pain in joyous muse,
Some reveals it in word obtuse.
No one is immune to attacks,
Save men trudging on divine tracks.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
01/05/2009
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A Flow of Love
Yeah!
Slow and Slow
ye stare
with eyes-
eyes innocent
as doe
Slow and Slow
you emptied
my cup
A cup
of woe
Slow and Slow
ye vanquished
my foes
hidden
inner foes
Slow and Slow
Ye pour
A wine of joy
in a goblet
with glow
Slow and Slow
Ye stamp
my cells
from
head to toe
Slow and slow
Ye weed out
ignorance
with your
divine hoe
Slow and slow
Ye open
petals
of my mind
for glorious show
Slow and slow
you rescued
me from claws
A dangerous
Maya's claws
Slow and slow
you weeded
out my flaws
habitual
mortal flaws
Slow and slow
Ye brought me
under yoke
A yoke
of divine law
Slow and slow
please come
in my life
with your
majestic flow
Because
Our separation
waiting on death row
our rendezvous
hot desert in a
storm of snow
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
26/01/2009
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Now he wants to drink
water from his neighbour’s well-
Seven Year Itch.
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