Human Resources Bank & the Life's gamble?
The smoldering Man,
He felt its smoothness
When he touched
The new big currency note!
And the sadness
When it's changed into
dirty small notes?
O the annoying!
Harsh bitterness
while swallowing
the rough coins
at hard times?
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Feel The Pinch
From time to time in plain clothes
a man who goes everywhere in a placid mood
for his living.
Still he could not find a pinnacle.
His wallet has a disease called ' perishable'.
Only coins remain and the currency notes evaporate.
The breadwinner; a rolling stone
will never gather moss
and who destined to be a loner
in his lifetime.
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The Manuscript
It's like a braille and I touched the buttons.
Then I saw the kind Gypsy Santa
He was combing his gray beard.
' It's very delicate like a woman and handle carefully son.
Each button gets currency notes in different countries
When you press gently.'
My beloved grumbles in the morning
When I said Merry Christmas to her.
'I couldn't sleep the whole night
Because you were typing a manuscript.'
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If trash bin could speak?
Why not?
Yes, Trash bin talks
very politely.
When I do the garbage in the gas station
I heard; 'Hey! Chum gas price goes down
Isn't it?
It seems that you're not happy
and must be tired counting money
and collecting the garbage?
If you prefer we cold have exchanged our status
But I am not familiar with those colored notes!
They never peep here? '
Then I replied him; 'Dear friend!
Your position is better than me,
when the truck comes
totally you're empty,
But I always count this mystic dirty notes
That belong to the others
And really it burns?
[The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family.]-Thomas Jefferson
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Sweet-scented lavender shrub!
You have a gentle scent
But my odour of sweat?
You have that soothing colour
of bluish purple,
But I am just tan
As I work under the hot Sun.
I am scared to touch your soft petals
My palm is rough as I grip thorns in life?
Though I am sturdy
Please don't keep me in your arm's length.
Believe my friend!
My heart is a tiny fragrant flower
But none ever touched?
to my brotherly friend Romeo
many happy returns of the day!
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Promises in high standard!
My Motto is your Goodwill!
I would like to see each citizen
with good health, wealth and prosperity.
If I come to the power by chance
At least I give a small jet to each & every citizen
who could see Mars and If you like to work there you could bring foreign currency to our land?
Those who have not seen the stars in day light
This may be a Golden opportunity for them
And please make a cross in front of my precious photograph
on your ballot paper chum!
*['I have had dreams and I have had nightmares, but I have conquered
my nightmares because of my dreams.']- Jonas Salk
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It's only a dream chum
My whole wealth has been confiscated
And I woke up in the middle of the night with a huge cry.
Thank God! now I realized why you didn't allow me to deposit money in the bank?
*Once I had a nightmare that my ugly face was printed on a big currency note.
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When I cried eagerly for the crescent Moon
I was a toddler
And still I remember
My deceased poor Mom
Gave me a big slice of Papaya.
Now I realized her unlimited love
When I count the black seeds of the fruit.
* To my dearest Mom! Sorry, I am a pauper and there is no way to publish my dream book of poetry, recently I tried few publishers in the Hell.They like to publish the anthology without a Red cent, but the only problem they say not a single head fond of reading poetry and still they struggle to fill their holey pockets with the dirty currency notes.
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He tries to drag his boyhood scribble~
When I touched my heart
I think of you!
Because you're the only one
Who knows about the sobs,
The pains, sad laughs and the whispers
Hid behind the rib cage when you're gone!
And when I spoke to my soul
It's not clear as earlier.
The mist still frozen in my eyes
And I am not sure whether you're alone
Or somebody else accompanying you?
In that small wooden box you gave me
Half eaten toffee's still there
Let ants finish the rest half
And I close the book of bitter past!
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Words are the coins making up the currency of sentences, and there are always too many small coins.
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A Retail seller
A cottage by a riverside there lives a lass
and a small shop she runs
selling yogurt, peanuts
kindness, happiness, politeness and emptiness.
The townsfolk call this man
Sir, master, boss, lord or minister
but some address him secretly
'a dirty wolf'
he is like a clown
wears a red cap, green shirt and a blue trouser
comes on a bicycle (Racing)
for his vacation to this village.
he carries a leather bag
full of notes and coins(forged)
and distributes to the children who run after him.
(nobody knows the election gradually drew nearer)
He stopped at the cottage to have a cup of yogurt
on the counter left a leaflet
and vanished.
it says'you have a bright future that's in my hands'.
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Coffee And Music And Rain
as you play the piano
the rain outside has not ceased
the notes fall like rain
music is a crying
song
the cries become music
to my ears
there is no sadness that
is sadness per se
because sadness has meaning
it has a purpose
just like every note that
must have a place in this afternoon
sonata
to create that blend of
sweetness and bitterness over a cup
of brewed coffee
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Scattered dew & wild grass
'We must convey our sincere regards
as you pour us silvery pearls every night
for a long sleep' Wild grass blessed!
'I am worried how long this could be served
As I heard from the faraway campsite
Giant Lawnmower's annoying scream,
For the coming competitive election
In rivalry they're madly making silky paths
to poor innocent voters? ' Dew responded.
[Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.Thank you for reminding me that others walk uphill just as I do.How often I forget and think that I walk the path of hardship alone.]-Amen
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A Street Sweeper
He wears a white uniform
That belongs to the Municipality.
While sweeping he worries about the previous night's dream.
The garbage he raked turned into currency notes
But when he took those to the bank to get realized
All converted into garbage again.
*'Worldly values are never really going to allow you to feel at ease' the Buddha said.
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The Quiescence here like his deep poems!
'Here you come to New South Wales'
The board by the roadside glitters!
And I got down from the bus
A limousine for the first time in my life?
O it's an unusual quietness in this burial grounds
Situated in a small town perhaps his birth place?
At last after roaming around
I found his humble tomb!
I touched and it's cold
Like frozen death,
Suddenly I woke up!
But I was not certain
Whether it's morning
Or still it's night and where I have been
With my teary eyes?
*[He sent me his two poetry books 'Poems that bloom in my garden & The ancient poet', few weeks before he dies and this was written on the back with his mischievous hand writing and the friendly signature! .................To Nimal, my brother & friend thank you for being who you are.-Paddy Martin]
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Our Seasonal crops!
If all these wicked rusty Guns
turn out into tiny tractors
a soft soul could operate?
This *Earth would be a peaceful Farm Yard
instead of bloodshed?
You could provide our seasonal crops proudly
to the Heaven, Hell or Mars?
to my fellow poet friend robyn selters!
*The Buddha describes Earth as follows; Hard, Rough, Heavy, Soft, Melt and Smooth!
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An Inner Cry
The day started with a smile and I thought it will remain forever
but nothing is certain in this life.
I saw in the mirror my hair turns gray, a front tooth loosened
which cannot grip anything.
Hearing too very weak and doctor prescribed me glasses for catract.
Oh! it's really funny now I see things better than earlier.
Everybody has changed and they all are running behind something
but nobody knows their goal.
new currency notes and coins twinkling like stars
and the banks open day & night to secure them.
Those who doesn't have accounts waiting for what?
They too feel hungry and run here and there
even not knowing their blood group.
paper says the petrol price has increased again
and it doesn't make any difference to me
as I walk all the time.
Today the topic is our children, already grown ups, married and settled down in overseas.
we are waiting for what?
at least to see them once before we die,
but they grumble always
no leisure time to visit us.
banks open day & night; people rush
what is this unnecessary stress?
Myself and wife both of us waiting hand-in-hand
looking to the infinity with a smile and inner cry
for a better world without any barriers and boundaries; if little more Oxygen.?
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Hard Times
Have you ever felt
That your life is a wasting
Happiness beyond your reach
Sweet love has gone astray
Suddenly its bitter
Hard times
Hard times
When youre all alone
Nothing seems to matter
Sadness always fills the air
Hurts so deep inside
You just have to cry out
Wow.....hard times
Wow.....hard times
Wow.....hard times
Wow.....hard times
Give yourself a chance
You have something special
That nobody else can claim
Deep inside your heart
Shines a revelation
Wow.....shine on
Wow.....shine on
Wow.....hard times
Wow.....hard times
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I have a regret as I couldn't ask her name!
An Angel who sqeezes my bony fingers
And I tell you frankly that I do not get any carnal feelings
Perhaps it's in a dream?
How smooth and cold her cheesy fingers
As I touched my entire life
The things that belonged to the rough category!
In the morning I found an asterisk mark
On my palm near by the life-line!
That signifies an Angel touched a Man?
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I watched a sad hunting on the ceiling
A dragonfly rescued
from the gossamer
and flew away.........................
Then a small insect entangled
and struggled?
All of a sudden
Spider grabbed
and I was helpless?
['While stubbornness shelters one from reality, open-mindedness reveals all of life's truths.']-Unknown
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The tough Landlord requests a poem?
It's very hard to find a gentleman like him,
A soft spoken, saintly figured
Who waits a long for the due rents
without nagging?
Like a feeble mother who keeps her child
for nine months in her watery safe womb?
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