The dark memories of our fading childhood
When rich boys get down
from their parent's luxury cars
My courageous Mom takes us
to school in a public bus.
Remember once she said humbly;
'Do not worry my dear sons
study well and one day
I can see you all take me a round trip
in your cars with the fiancees.'
Yes dear Mom!
I have my tumbledown car
and whenever I go out
with my beloved wife
I check in the mirror
and I see you're sitting behind
with a smile, and I look back
It's only an illusion
and you're not seen
We two only in the car
at the jouney's end?
[My mother had a slender, small body, but a large heart-a heart so large that everybody's griefs and everybody's joys found welcome in it, and hospitable accomodation.]-Samuel Clemens
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My blind friend describes an illusive dream
An angel-like woman in her forties,
She is a crossing-guard in a street of heaven.
Wears a negligee form a cloud
And I see her bare nakedness.
Her small breasts like two sugary fruits
And the slim body belongs to the grape hyacinth family.
She holds a pigeon-heart.
Oh! The fleshy buttocks, if I could rest my burdensome head
on such a comfortable pillow,
I would never wake up to this cruel World.
I am not a Saint but I didn't get any carnal feelings
As she's really a living Goddess.
We crossed together and she said; 'Study well dear,
The Education that nobody robs.'
I said ' I cannot go to school anymore and I stay with her.'
Then she said; 'How do I help on your studies as I have never been to a school? '
Oh! The sudden painful wake up and I realized that I am born blind.
* I humbly dedicate this poem to the Southern California's Senior Newspaper
'Not Born Yesterday! '
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Cars Are Cars
Words & music by paul simon 1983
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Similarly made. similarly sold
In a motorcade. abandoned when theyre old
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Engine in the front. jack in the back
Wheels take the brunt. pinion and a rack
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
But people are strangers
They change with the curve
From time zone to time zone
As we can observe
They shut down their borders
And think theyre immune
They stand on their differences
And shoot at the moon
But cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Drive em on the left. drive em on the right
Susceptible to theft in the middle of the night
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
I once had a car
That was more like a home
I lived in it, loved in it
Polished its chrome
If some of my homes
Had been more like my car
I probably wouldnt have
Travelled this far
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
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A Parking ticket
It's payable and compulsory that I know well
And thank you so much my dear sir for the notice of a fine for illegal parking.
But I never expect that a parasite's tumbledown old crock parked in the paradise road is an offense?
* Long live my loving Mother-in-Law 'Virginia' and I bless you for an immediate recovery, thank you so much for giving me a right partner and I remember the bygone happy days together we enjoyed that would never come.Oh! we are scattered like quicksilver.
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Corona Car Wash
While they are washing my tumbledown car,
I run through my old memories.
Then someone mutters inside me;
'Hey! Penpusher you must be proud of yourself
I remember you never had even a push bicycle of your own
Now you'll be all right there.'
Then I said; 'Thanks brother, still I didn't find the Aladdin's wonderful lamp to help others.
This's only a regular not a luxury wash my friend.'
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The Boardinghouse Mistress's maudlin song!
I was so jealous
When she smiled
with the young medical student
who rents my next room.
And by mistake
I tasted his morning coffee cup
O it's very sweeter than my
bitter usual coffee mug.
Day by day
I check my progress
in the mirror
But it's unavoidable
The old ageing?
humbly to the poetess Sarafielder!
[Bristling over the way
my moustache droops,
So like the man's
I now hate! ]-'Romaji diary', by Ishikawa Takuboku
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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 tall money tree at the edge of the World kiss the pale blue sky? Along the serpentine road
You drive your
Tumbledown car
Barriers a lot!
Poor brakes are not applicable.
Drunken Cops check your tattered driving license
Insurance & etc.,
Beyond the barbed-wire fences
Handsome gangway robbers
Sniff your wallets
Then you recite the prophet's chant?
But you're almost tired
and got down at goodbyes
peaceful grounds?
for the poetess Magnolia in gratitude!
[In the life's unscrupulous factory, cruel machines crush your bones, reproductive testicles to sensitive brain, enzyme spleen to sad heart and the helpless souls believe that their fragrant ashes float in the unseen Heaven? ]-nimal
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Mirror
An aboriginal brought home a mirror
Gave it as gift to his wife dear
Something she never knew earlier
She looked into it once and
Screamed in horror
And shouted at her mother
“Your son-in-law brought me a sister
Miserble will be my life hereafter”
Mother too looked into the mirror
Smiled she and consoled her daughter
“Don’t worry my dear
She can never be your competitor
She is ugly and much, much older”
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A snorer's cute darling
He always thinks when he unlocks the brass kennel door
She jumps out; But she never tries.
The nextdoor handsome greyhound named 'Romeo'
Barks mostly sad songs in the midnight.
But his darling 'Juliette' never listens.
'Hey! Your bony Master is getting old and tumbledown
And reach the goal very soon.'
Whenever he tells her his pathetic story
She just smile and wags her bushy tail.
* To my beloved wife who accompanies me through all my hardships along this foggy roads.
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Miracle Foot Repair Cream and a large tin till
My beloved bought me a special cream
Out of her fortnight wage!
'Honey you look so frustrated these days
And how far you walked
Looking for a job? '
I read how it works;
'Instantly relieves dry, cracked, itchy, tired achy feet and odors
Safe for use by Diabetics.'
'Darling have you got a soothing cream for my burning heart? '
Then she cried.
I gave her a large tin till from a dollar shop.
'Oh! It's too big and how long it takes to fill? '
'I promise you to stop smoking from the New Year
And definitely fill it soon.
I have a dream since a long time to buy a Passenger Ship
And collect all the Homeless, do a round trip around the World
Not in eighty days, the whole calendar Year!
* 'Some people give time, some money, some their skills and connections, some literally give their blood.But everyone has something to give.'- Barbara Bush
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Stay With Me (o' Dear Heart Of Mine)
stay with me
o' dear heart
live with me
my soulheart
come with me
sit with me
talk with me
sing with me
dream with me
o' dear heart of mine
kneel with me
feel with me
smile a joy with me
pain a tear with me
frown with me
but come with me
and stay with thee
dance with me
chance with me
cleanse my heart
and stay with me
o' dear heart of mine
plan with me
journey with me
run with me
walk with me
o' dear heart of mine
brand with me
trend with me
trek with me
pray with me
thirst with me
quench with me
o' dear heart of mine
deal with me
seal with me
not steal with me
but steel with me
care with me
tenderly, humbly
o' dear heart of mine
friend with me
blend with me
mend with me
bend with me
nod with me
unto lord with me
come on board with me
o' dear heart of mine
fear not with me
as far as i see
a life to be
with you and me
o' dear heart of mine
corn with me
form with me
shape with me
tape with me
face with me
race with me
sense with me
nurse with me
o' dear heart of mine
nap with me
not a trap with me
this time
o' dear soul of mine
proud is me
rock with me
my heart
o' dear heart
of mine
map with me
wap with me
come with me
alone with me
stare with me
not to sick me
nor seek me
but stay with me
o' dear heart of mine
cross with me
boss with me
sail with me
rail with me
if i cry
cry with me
when i die
die with me
o' dear heart of mine
cold with me
fold with thee
rainbow with me
shine with me
rise with me
fall with me
stay with me
o' dear heart of mine
share
and care
with thee
o' dear heart of thine
**stay with me o' dear heart of mine** january 2012 ebook
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Hey! How tactful your singsong Detective?
Hey! How tactful your singsong Detective?
When you hum a love song at home
Look around and be careful,
If it's a new song,
Your beloved must be so inquisitive?
and she may sniffs any rare fragrance
comes out from your body.
She search your whereabouts
Peeps into your well creased trouser pockets
and your day to day activities.
Any changes in your lifestyle
and in your sound sleep
She tries to explore your sweet dreams.
Not only that she jumps to your rickety rib cage
and counts your fast heart beat too?
to my beloved in gratitude!
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To My Mother
Why
you went
and in this
bitter and cruel world
alone me left
was death so beautı ful and your beloved
did you miss it very much
fed up of us
you used to take us
under your skirt
and protect us from rainy days
from everything harmful
is you grave as cold as ice
why did you made it be dug so large
whom are yı ou expecting near as dear
was death so beautı ful mother
why you left us alone
ı t ı s evident
you longed for it
ı was angry
do noyt go do not leave us
pardon me mother
after so many years
ı came to your place
to embrace
may be youare lyiş ng in tears
and of longings
again another december
the day you left
did you remember
your hands were cracked
may be of cold
forgive me moı ther
ı could not afford to buy cream
to soothe them
you gone with your cracked hands
there is alittle ceddar on your grave
who sowed it ı do not know
some kinds of fruı t on it
ı took and smelled
they smelled you mother
ı took some with me to home
they are dried now
my wife does not know
ell me mother
after so many years
are your hands or
your heart are still cracked
tell me how can ı soothe them
or am ı so late to you
pardon me
forgive me
remember the only thing
the most longing of my heart
is still you
every night ı will go on talking with you
in my dream
in my sleep
or in my awake
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My rare pet dog
His name is 'Marco' a crossed german shepherd.
I have only two daughters and I loved this rare creature
as my obedient son.
Marco understands everything except talking.
When my daughters go to school
he goes with them to the bus stop
and wait there until a bus comes.
Then come back home and wags his tail
saying they are gone safely.
Oh! what a kind hearted son!
Before I leave the country
I found something like tears in his eyes
and skips his meals.
My wife writes me
when she put my old clothes into the kennel
then he sleeps quietly.
Oh! my dearest son
one day you left us
without saying good bye!
I am sure somebody must have poisoned you.
Who granted this inhuman a soul
instead of giving it to a dog?
(My dear Marco, my heart still laments for you)
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Cars
Cars
Almost everybody has one, but what little thought we give them.
We drive our cars to work and school but even then we don't give our cars much thought.
You go from one exteme to the other, one guy might pay about $20,000 for a car, while another may pay $150,000 for a car.
Cars are an earthly object, yet we all see people that go overboard with their cars.
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Paradise Apothecary
Dear Patients,
You have the right to know about the proper use of medication and its effects.If you need more information please ask.
-The Pharmacist
'Yes Sir, I have a question
Do you have the right to ask
The health Insurance
When poor people were in suffocation? '
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*Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.
Charles Dickens
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Fast Cars
My cell is ringing
No ID
I need to know who's calling
My gardens overgrown
I go out on my belly crawling
I got CCTV pornography CNBC
I got the nightly news
To get to know the enemy
All I want is a picture of you
All I want is to get right next to you
All I want is your face in a locket
Picture in my pocket
I take a pill to stop it
I know these fast cars
Won't do me no good
I'm going nowhere where I am it is a lot of fun
They're in the dessert to dismantle an atomic bomb
I want you shadow box
Check the stocks
I'm in detox
Want the lot of what you got
What you got can make this stop
All I want is a picture of you
All I want is to get right next to you
All I want is your face in a locket
Picture in my pocket
I take a pill to stop it
I know these fast cars
Won't do me no good
Don't you worry about your mind
Don't you worry about your mind
Don't you worry about your mind
Don't you worry about your mind
You should worry about the day
That the pain it goes away
You know i miss mine sometimes
There is no fiction that will truely fit the situation
I'm documenting every detail every conversation
Not used 2 talkin 2 somebody in a body
Somebody in a body
Somebody in a body
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Here goes the 116th Boston Marathon!
I am really fed up with the rat race
Almost tired & frustrated?
Darling! Please do not force this weakling
And I am so sorry as you spent a lot for me
In vain the multivitamin capsules
Five hour energy drinks & Viagra?
I'll be in the crowd if you like as a spectator!
You can take some close-up photographs
From the digital camera,
Our daughter sent from Australia.
At least we could pacify ourselves
That we have seen a true Marathon
For the first time in our life?
['We want people to know it's hard to go through something like this, but you can keep fighting and can continue to lead a positive life.'-Ed Feather]
*A humble dedication to the courageous 39 year-old Ed Feather Esq. of Framingham, Massachusetts who runs for the Marathon to honor his beloved wife, who died of ovarian cancer.My innocent prayers for the individual Poet-God with a heart to make him the winner Supremo!
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The Boys Of The House: For Valentine and Hubert Blake
Young martyrs of the war,
Who with your bright eyes star
The shadows grey;
Who steal at dawn and gloam
In each beloved room
So pale, so gay.
Boys who will not grow old,
Peach cheek and hair of gold,
Smile and are flown;
You will come back again,
In the darkness and the rain,
In the dusk, in the dawn.
Remember, oh, dear Two,
Two who came after you
Who love, as you loved,
The grey house and the woods,
All the sweet solitudes
You loved, approved.
Dear martyrs of the war,
Remember, where you are,
Boys who have still
To do, to bear, to attain
To your glory and your gain --
By what steep hill?
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A kind farmer who appeared in my innocent colored dream
Alas! He called me by my name and introduced himself as 'Steinbeck'.
' Do you have any connection to John.Steinbeck? '
'Yes may be a far relative, I am L.L.Steinbeck, if you want in full
Lenin.Leon.Steinbeck.'
He brought me a large gunny bag which full of Idaho potatoes.
I said; 'Thanks a lot.'
'Why you suffocate here? ,
You should come to my state and engage in our farms.'
'Dear, I do not have the valid papers.'
Then he replied; ' Hey! Chum not to worry I have a good friend an old retired Coroner who will help you to get anytime a death certificate.'
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