Satisfaction
Lamp I have is enough,
Undesirable to run after stars;
Have full pleasure and pride
In what and who you are.
S.D. Tiwari
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Who is Kalia Tiwari
I know who is Kalia Tiwari
And I was with him for a long period
And I know it is not a fun
To give him a charter
Where there is a real picture
I know to shape Kalia Tiwari
Is not a fun and I know
We are here to clean the road
To take shelter for a moment
And being partner in life-business
Kalia Tiwari was there blaming me
For nothing at ground level
I know fully well Kalia Tiwari
Is not a hypocrite not dwelling
Mentally on the object of senses
I know what I am telling so openly
Before all here at this moment
And I know My incapability make me
Inactive and I know Inactiveness
Is really death and doing action
Is life and Kalia Tiwari is transparent
With me without any check and balances
Without any restraint outwardly though.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Race of Life Out of Track
Sky is hard
Clouds are heavy
Soul is limited
Zeal confined.
Childhood is seized
And youth imprisoned
And Nature is thrown without the range.
Moon is strange
Stars are aliens
Sun is closed behind
Day is but a busy postman
Passes the message and is by.
Rivers hath no quenching thirst
Flowers no thing of beauty.
Mind is doctor
Mind is engineer
Mind is all scientist.
But
Twinkle of stars
And fragrance of breeze
And pleasure of the Spring
Is a thing of all monotony
And is counted a wasteful ceremony.
Relations too busy
Love all devoid
Nature is wrathful
Gods annoyed
And knowledge is cheat
That devils the mind
And ruins all ceremony
Soul is hurried in the heat of hope
And stands against all peace and harmony.
Vivek Tiwari
Composed on 06 Dec 2012.
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The Pleasure Spot
Pleasure is given up for pride
And pride is given up for pleasure.
When senses or ego is fed
The pleasure spot in the brain is trickled.
(09.06.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It Was A Pleasure Then
It was a pleasure then
Could you just be here again
To know what there was to see
When all the sunday people
Where so quiet in the dark
Afraid to be better the next day
La la la ...
It was a pleasure then
When we could sit and stare again
Until the stars feel through the cloudy trees
Onto the grass
Stars to smile with us
Until they too had tears in their eyes
Tell us this and tell of how much we must not agree
It was a pleasure then
To see the dieing days again
In the horror of the night
Never, never, never, never, never, lise
Keep it secret
For to hide somewhere at last
As long as we could see
The sky confessed this crime
Of futile tasting hate romance
Above our shattered minds
It was a pleasure, it was a pleasure
La la la ...
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Unfortunate man
Unfortunate man
No lamp burns
As the lamp of love
No cloud rains
As the cloud of love
No water flows
As the water of love
No wind blows
As the wind of love
No pleasure is more
Than the pleasure of giving
No return is more golden
Than the return of love
But he who does not know
How to dissolve
Surely he is an unfortunate man.
He who believes in taking only
Surely he is a miser man
How does he know,
What is the pleasure in dismantlement?
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Am I a master
I am the master, master of art
have painted true pictures,
of rising sun, mountain, sea
through jungles flowing rivers,
shining stars, birds, cloudy sky,
can paint anything and everything.
insects, lions, bear and deer.
just like the living things.
I am the master, master of art,
can make my own paint and brush
Alas! but cannot create raw material
of any of paint, brush or canvas.
Oh! can not paint these seven
which are made only in heaven:
smell, touch, look, hear and taste,
emotions, thought and breathe.
No, I am not the master, master of art
can paint uncountable things yet not.
Not possible to paint love and laugh
I have to go again and again to learn
to the supreme master, who painted
the universe, stars, moon and sun
(C) S. D. Tiwari
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Drug
dwindling health and wealth
I don't know hell or heaven
but it takes some where
(C) S. D. Tiwari
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Conditions Apply
Some attractive advertisements
attract with intentions to falsify,
somewhere in small type
written, * conditions apply.
(C) S.D. Tiwari
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A Price Game
Inflate the price two hundred
and give a discount of fifty
or launch scheme buy two get three
still gain the profit hefty.
(C) S.D. Tiwari
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Nail
Hammer my head
as much you can
but O man!
do not let me go
ever in hands of Satan.
(C) S.D. Tiwari
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Shoes - Sedoka
Carried your load years,
Saved throughout all the seasons
your feet from prickle, heat, cold
until became old;
You used your shoe as desired
and thrown ruthless when retired.
(C) S.D. Tiwari
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my Moon and stars
paint such picture in my sky
Sun can't overlap
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The Stars Are Going Out
Naked under bedclothes. fallen to the floor. hot
Anticipation. causes slumber to withdraw. are you going
Out tonight? will the evening be alright or more?
The stars are going out. the stars are going out. we used
To be so hot. a million kilowatt or more.
Sifting through the wreckage. at a hundred miles an hour.
Searching for a night club. a source of worship power.
Grabbing worn out cast off lovers. throwing out a trail of
Need or more. I never called you baby. made the necessary
Motion. swallowed pride for peace of mind. while
Swimming in your ocean. I always had to fit. or be aware of
It or more.
The stars are going out. the stars are going out. we used
To be so tough. but just not tough enough thats all.
The stars are going out. the stars are going out. we used
To be so bad. but that was just a fad thats all.
The stars are going out. the stars are going out.
The stars are going out. the stars are going out. we used
To be so bright. but now we shake with fright thats all.
The stars are going out. the stars are going out. we used
To be so bad. but that was just a fad thats all.
The stars are going out. the stars are going out. we used
To be so tough. but just not tough enough thats all.
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Father
It was my father who gave his
shoulders to make me ride.
In his arms and on his thighs
felt above all and pride.
Being head of the family
he was strict on discipline
Paid exclusive attention
involving with children.
His love, his guidance
paid significant role;
in my development
and getting my most goals.
To become a real human
he taught the lesson.
Always supported financially
for career and education.
Living with him learnt:
in the world, how to live.
Traits and techniques of life
most I learnt from him.
In return of love and affection
whatever I give is less
Pray the Father of Universe
bless my father happiness.
(C) S. D. Tiwari
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Living in hopes
Who live happy in hopes
leaving things, God to do;
soon become hopeless.
Who work for his duty;
his satisfaction of work
gives him happiness.
(C) S. D. Tiwari
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ATM Card
Keeping ATM card in wallet
locating the ATM box
when your card is stuck
struggle to get your buck.
(C) S.D. Tiwari
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Pass fail
Today
her result is out
cent percent she has got
but it led Ruchi disappointed
with such excellent result not glad
because it did not happen as guessed
her closed friend Suchi has marginally failed.
(C) S.D. Tiwari
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The Sea and Me
Light a lamp inside my home
so I may feel welcome from whence I roam.
For I have been gone for much too long.
I yearn to hear your sad sweet song.
The light of the lamp will say to me
that I have been missed too much by thee.
Such is the life of a man of the sea,
torn between work and his family.
I've missed the smell of food just cooked
and the taste of it and how it looked.
The time I've lost with you by my side
brings me all the tears I must hide.
The sea is my home away from you.
It's what I love. It's what I do.
But when I return from ventures on high
I know where my heart also does lie,
Between the sea and you, whom I love,
beneath the stars and the sky above.
Be patient my wife and pray for me
and keep the lamp lit so I may see
the warmth of the lamp that fills my heart
and keep it lit when I depart.
For the sea is calling and I must go
out where the waves and the wind doth blow.
Such is the life of this family of mine
as I sail the sea and they do pine.
God, grant them peace. Let the lamp stay lit.
For this life I love I cannot quit.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Lamp In Us!
The small lamp commenced to burn,
When two bodies united as one,
From the day one until the day yet to know,
The lamp burns slowly in the spirit of ions.
Keeping the lamp safe from rough climes,
Protecting the yarn from the heavy dye,
Nourishing the lamp with fuels approved,
The lamp may burn quietly as expected.
we let it burn with bigger flame,
By adding steroidal fuels and nocturnal fun,
we let the motor to run in higher speed,
by pressing the temptation to accelerate.
The lamp may start to play snake and ladder,
By climbing up and down at the dice of illnesses,
Sometimes gets overheated to jam up the motor,
Hold your lamp lovingly for it to glow pleasantly.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Without Pocket
Hungry of filling pockets
By doing the acts funny;
Doing scams and scandals
For earning black money.
Lastly will leave here
Even the cash box strongest,
Final cloth will have no colours
As well as have no pocket.
S.D.Tiwari
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