Repartee of a Renegade?
Skinny Mom walked towards the gravel road
Where the Pawnshop stands,
Pawned the talisman and her few 22 carat gold jewelry!
She bought for me the valuable second hand books
from the senile professor's house.
Chemistry, Biology, Physics and Trigonometry.
Zoology, Psychology but not Sexology?
O my poor Mom gone with the wind?
The oil lamp's short wick half asleep
Not enough paraffin it seemed?
Moonless nights in the rainy days
Lightening helped me to read well the old books.
But my sad letters soaked with tears for the test papers
Heartless Examiner purposely rejected and I was failed.
Studies were stopped in the drought!
But still I learn in the life-school
The circles, triangles, full stops, commas
Semicolons, question marks & proper nouns.
How beautiful if the World's a Square[In geometry, a square is a regular quadrilateral. This means that it has four equal sides and four equal angles (90-degree angles, or right angles) .]
Then I could have hide in a dark corner and cry!
But it's global & rotates with educated politicians
Throws me here & there like in a Gymnasium?
[My dear poor Mom! ,
I requested from a Medical faculty in a University here that we're (beloved & myself) voluntarily willing to give our useless bodies one day when the breathing stopped that would give much benefits for others when they do a research of our mysterious souls! Not yet responded from that end?
Mom! Casket is very beautiful but expensive than the life here?
Everybody comes to the parlor and give their respects at last, that's all! ]
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Man in hysterics
Poor Mom bought for him,
he has sold all to a second hand book-shop.
Algebra, Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Zoology,
McMilan's World Atlas and et cetera.,
He hurried to a Pub for a tranquilizer.
On his way he memorized the gypsy palm reader
who was at the book-maker's stall.
One day read his palm and told
'definitely you will be a professor in a college'.
After a few gulps, while he was returning home
passing the university,
all of a sudden shouted in the public
'where is the professor?
Oh! my poor mom's professor'.
to my friend Max Reif.
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Repentance
She pawned her jewelry
and gave me the education.
Where is she now?
The lamp blow out
and from the lightning I studied.
But I failed the Exams.
Still sitting in the life-school.
If the world is a square
then I could have hide in a corner
but the world is a globular?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Please Stir That Celery Flavoured Carrot Soup To Fight With The Life!
I just want to remind you that I was born under a travel star!
Time has come and orders were given from above it seems?
Then I have to go.
Beloved makes carrot soup every other day
And our bony horse is suffering from flu!
I gave him some of my expired antibiotics
And a sip secretly from my nightcap.
I polish the old brass lamp which I brought from a salvage ship.
And I sweep my gypsy caravan that full of rubbish papers.
I read my darling's complicated palm; 'This may be our last journey and your nutty vagabond is really tired.
Please do not worry and we won't give a burden to our daughters,
I'll prepare a letter right now to the Medical faculty in Massachusetts and let them know that we're ready to hand over our bodies one day for research to the responsible parties? '
By the end of November we reach there and our grandson would be very happy!
Beloved prepares the price tags of the goods for the moving sale, O my precious desktop you leave me very soon and how I scribble hereafter?
Daughter in Australia provides the Air tickets
And daughter in Massachusetts gives us the lodging!
We haven't seen her for five years
And worried about the eldest too.
'Life is a journey'; I explained to my beloved and she cried.
I watched her red eyes; 'We finish the journey together' that murmurs?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A hungry soldier never polishes his toy gun
A pauper takes out a notepad from his satchel
And scribble something with a pencil.
Where is the bitter pill that neutralizes the hunger?
I have never been to a school and don't know the capital letters,
Commas, Fullstops, Semicolons and Question marks in this misery life.
Even I cannot erase my sins as it's against the law it seems.
I humbly request a death with dignity
If someone hears patiently?
* [ And how does this happen to me, that the Mother of my Lord should come to me.]
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The first lesson of life on Mother's lap!
*How sad my poor Mom pawned her earrings for my books and she replaced some cloves on her earlobe?
Poor Mother is an Autumn in the chilly Winter.
That warmth you never get anywhere?
She reads a passage from the book of life
Keeping me as a soft toy on her lap.
'Hey! My little rascal what you see in the books?
One day you have to be there and see from your visual eye.
Mountains, Seas, Rivers, Brooks, Streams
Caves, Animals, Real human and else!
I remember one full Moon day she asked;
'What's your intension Johnny? '
I said that I want to be a Pilot!
Then she said with a wry smile;
'Somehow that's good, but what you gain from the barren sky?
Try to be a Skin Diver if possible at least you could see the hidden treasure at the mysterious bottom of the Ocean! '
Humbly to all Mothers in the World!
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Angles Of Fate
ANGLES OF FATE
Melvin Banggollay
Each one has their own fate
as destiny's will may dictate
but often, many of us believed
We make our fate as we lived.
Some may have an obtuse angles
where one can turn his fate in circles
at a degree clear of many obstacles
but sometimes we're still confused
for the more options, many to diffuse
only to got the right options to focus.
Others may have seen acute angles
with too little room to play and gamble
game of life entwined with obstacles
making our visions limited and narrow
hampering us to move for tomorrow
as trials anchored our fate with sorrow.
Yet many behold life in right angles
as they tried to meet every obstacles
with right attitude to play or gamble;
whatever that may touch one's shadow;
Whatever that may kiss one's meadow;
be it rain with laughter or sorrow;
be it shining with lot of pain or miracles,
bellowing with smiles and gifts in circles,
yet, keep holding on with faith and hope
that behind, fate may take the right slope
to open life with smiles of joy and hope
and not tied with a long rope of dope.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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Bus Stop Angel
I sat down at a bench today,
at a bus stop as it speed away.
by a young girl
who seamed sad and gray,
I asked her what might be wrong.
but not that long she opened up,
and said she thinks all my angles have gone away,
so I asked her,
why you think this might be so,
she tells me is in a low paying job,
but that her life is falling apart,
and then she starts to cry,
as then the rain comes down on us both,
I give her my last bill,
place it in her hand shaking still,
as I start to get up,
I say there angles everywhere,
then she runs in front of the next bus and was killed.
poem by Walter C. Edwards
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The Higher Mathematics
Twice one is two,
Twice two is four,
But twice two is ninety-six if you know the way to score.
Half of two is one,
Half of four is two,
But half of four is forty per cent. if your name is Montagu:
For everything else is on the square
If done by the best quadratics;
And nothing is low in High Finance
Or the Higher Mathematics.
A straight line is straight
And a square mile is flat:
But you learn in trigonometrics a trick worth two of that.
Two straight lines
Can't enclose a Space,
But they can enclose a Corner to support the Chosen Race:
For you never know what Dynamics do
With the lower truths of Statics;
And half of two is a touring car
In the Higher Mathematics.
There is a place apart
Beyond the solar ray,
Where parallel straight lines can meet in an unofficial way.
There is a room that holds
The examiner or his clerks,
Where you can square the circle or the man that gives the marks.
Where you hide in the cellar and then look down
On the poets that live in the attics;
For the whole of the house is upside down
In the Higher Mathematics.
poem by G.K. Chesterton from Songs of Education
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An Evening at the Coffee House nearby Fishery!
Old Mahogany Grandfather clock here
Struck to say it's exactly seven!
Rusty wind peeps through the broken windows
That's really nauseous,
Faraway tossing boats
And in the deep sea Sun dips
without a Life-jacket?
Seagulls rest on the breakwater
And a vibrating song echoes of Louis Armstrong's
'O what a wonderful World and dark sacred nights'
Shrunk golden tea leaves struggle
To give their taste of Paradise
But they're frustrated it seems
As the tiny coffee beans brewed
And mesmerized the strange customers
Providing their bitter taste of oblique life?
On his way home,
A drunken poor sailor
Stopped for a while
And he offers a citation ticket
for his twelve ounce cup of coffee
and a Doughnut?
Midnight!
It's totally dark here
without the unlit Lighthouse?
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Don; We met after forty years
He is my elder brother Lalith's class mate and his full name is Don.Padma. Bandhu
Don comes from Portuguese ancestry,
Padma denotes Lotus and Bandhu means friend in our mother tongue.
Time of course a Magician, after leaving school we met in the land of opportunity and it's almost forty years
But we have not changed a bit, I have a gray beard and your side whiskers slightly gray.
We are old that's all.
Thank you so much for the the gift the big Johnny Walker Red label bottle and it's really a fountain for me to scribble my anguish,
Leave aside all the subjects we studied together
Algebra, Geometry, Physics and Chemistry
None of them help us today as we are the victims of Life's struggle.
Again we met in the life school my dear and we have a lot to study,
Around us there are vast different characters in the life school
And be alert as you live in the Valley with your loving family
And I am here in Anaheim with my singsong beloved and the loved ones are far away
Let smile like our school days and I still remember your favorite song.
If life is a song
But it's a painful nagging and what else?
* To my loving brother Lalith in gratitude as you taught me a lot much more than the encyclopedia.
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A heart-throb and the go-between
The old man dropped his precious letter
into the isolated letter box
where it stands in the gravel road.
The notorious postman who tampers letters
comes very seldom to collect.
He found only one letter in the box
but no addressee and stamps too.
He opened the letter and read loudly.
' I am an old godforsaken man
but still not senile; good for nothing my dear.
This could be a giveaway for you.
If you read this I am sure you may excuse me.
Do you know about spiritual love?
Sometimes this letter will annoy you my sweetheart!
Take it easy honey as I am a dreamer.
I am lonely and frustrated
and I need someone with a goodwill
who comes and stay with me forever.
I'll offer you my old hammock
and I know thousands of stories
which I can read for you on full moon days
until you sleep quietly my darling.
dedication to the letter box at ' home for the elders'
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Librarian
A licentious university English professor
Who goes to a library not to read exactly?
This nutty professor instead of reading
Who stays in a fantasy with the beautiful lass?
He spent his entire lonely life as a bachelor.
She got married to one of his students.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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On Books
Books are my first love, I’m so proud to read;
They give me knowledge and help life to lead;
Hours, days just pass by, by reading life-time;
Life would not be worth, if not for my rhyme.
Great are those people who write books all life;
Burning just candles, with Goose-quills in strife;
Tired of writing though day-long or night,
They keep on writing in such a bad light.
Books serve a great cause; their value can’t cease;
It takes years to write but reading is ease;
Book-makers struggle to print a few books;
And keep spending time to, improve their looks.
Some find their way to libraries in town;
Some remain untouched and nev’r taken down;
Silver-fish, Moths eat the books that are old;
Some are gone obsolete, some sold like gold.
Some are in tatters and must be rebound;
Books are Man’s best friends where solace is found;
Reading for long hours, does help you to learn;
Books give much knowledge and wisdom to men.
Read books with great care whose weight is in gold;
Serve generations though they may be old;
Source of much Info, deserving respect;
Books are life-partners whom you ne’er reject!
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Circle and Square
‘I give you half of me;
No more, lest I should make
A ground for perjury.
For your sake, for my sake,
Half will you take?’
‘Half I’ll not take nor give,
For he who gives gives all.
By halves you cannot live;
Then let the barrier fall,
In one circle have all.’
“A wise and ancient scorner
Said to me once: Beware
The road that has no corner
Where you can linger and stare.
Choose the square.
‘And let the circle run
Its dull and fevered race.
You, my dear, are one;
Show your soul in your face;
Maintain your place.
‘Give, but have something to give.
No man can want you all.
Live, and learn to live.
When all the barriers fall
You are nothing at all.’
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A tendency to ignore the realities of life?
Painter! Is this a void picture
Or am I blind?
Let it be in its true colors
And please do not whitewash.
Poor carpenter who makes for others
But in his house there's not a comfortable chair?
And the skinny Mason does leveling
on this unbalanced World.
That luminous board never says
The right place where the road ends.
On the way I met her holding an Hour glass
and she gave the name and address
in the pitch darkness!
When I read it under the dim street lamp
O it's just a blank paper?
to my friend Pranab who lives in Calcutta!
*['What I am looking for is a blessing that's not in disguise.']-Kitty O'Neill Collins
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Beautiful
So beautiful, you are, yeah
Soooooooo
Yes, you are
Youre so...
(chorus)
Beautiful
Now youre near
In my life
Oh my dear
Beautiful
Come to me
Now I have-
Someone watching over me
(vs.1)
All my days and nights so lonely
til you came into my life
You came and brought my life back to me
Cause I was dying deep inside
You brought the light
And my life was so dark
You took the fight
And you made it your own
I realy love you
No other love can measure up
To the love that you give to me
And with all this love comes trust
Youre so...
(chorus)
(vs.2)
I opened up my arms to greet you
With unconditional love
Tender sweet is he that helps me
Leave my problems all behind
(baby come to me)
Baby come to me. you know that I will set you free
(promise it will be)
Promise it will be an expirience for you and me
(something beautiful)
Let me take you to a place where there is understanding
Where love flows unselfishly and never ever demanding
(so beautiful...)
So beautiful
(...since you came into my life)
(chorus) 2xs
During chorus:
Now your near
In my life
All my fears
Beautiful, beautiful, yeahh
Come to me
Someones watching over me
Someones watching over me
Someones watching over me
Come to me
Someones watching o... ver me
(since you came into my life)
Ooohhh, so beautiful
(if I had a dream, it ould be... so beautiful)
I wanna say... that I love you
Oh, the love you give
All the love you give to me
All my days and nights so lonely
And its so, soooo beautiful
But now I have a friend that I can talk to, yeah
(if I had a dream, it would be... so beautiful)
Youre so beautiful
(chorus)
Youre so beautiful
You are so beautiful
Youre so beautiful
You are so beautiful
Youre the only love I know
Beautiful
Youre the only love I know
Beautiful
Youre the reason why I live
Beautiful
Youre the reason why I wanna give you everything
(since you came into my life) repeat 3xs
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In memoriam of their serenity
I like to sleep again in a cradle.
Where is my perambulator?
I lost my feeding bottle
and the bootees are not fit now.
My beautiful mom who was the protectress
of this fawn.
When I crawl you gave me your big hand
my handsome dad.
Where did you go with my poor mom?
It's unbelievable,
When I take my children to school in the morning
I see both of you through the mist at the handrail
with my old books.
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Trust no one' said my poor Mom
I salute you Mom what you said is perfectly correct.
Life never gives me the happiness
And poor honest men always collect the tears.
In the burning desert of life you dig and sometimes find the scorched gold that has no value in the pawn shop.
I dream one day my flowing tears would convert to black diamonds,
At least they value those in the hell.
*My poor Mom pawned her all the valuables for my education and she dreamed that one day I come home with the oaths as a graduate.
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Know About Family
You won’t know about family
Once you don’t try to know them really
It will be out dated concept
If you prefer to be isolated and in dark kept
There may be many on line
One may hardly get to know their intention and define
Yet it is worth to know about their views
Hardly might you come to know truth about few
What are we longing for and try to know
World is awaiting for us to grow
With so many objects in mind
We try to know more and about to find
I would love to know them form various angles
It may make good friendship or love triangles
That is breeding of new relation and feelings
Yet it may come naturally to you as willing
I practically no knowing about human psychology
We criticize many and sometimes raise bogey
Then also it does not loose its grip on new areas
We go on searching new world with different pleas
You can’t have whole garden with beautiful flowers
Some may blossom in day and some may with rainy showers
How many may survive long is really difficult question
Yet we are out to have them with strong relation
I would love to be surrounded by good people
I shall try to convince them all
It is not the outer appearance that pulls us together
But the resolve to fight against storm and wither
All human beings are alike
Many things may emerge in mind or strike
What do we do then to realize its worth?
Until something happens or comes forth
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She cuts the Ribbon
A Brand new Hospital
And the Logo says;
'We serve the needy too,
Installment basis till they die.
You get World class facilities here.'
Yes, I can see the top floor rotates like a Merry-Go-Round
And from there you can see the sick World around!
* Later on rumour goes around most of the patients hospitalized there were Doctors and a poor clerk has pawned his life to settle the bills!
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