A Booster Dose
A BOOSTER DOSE
On the way to my office
I slowdown at a point, quite intently
In a simple desire, to have a lengthy glimpse
At one who keeps standing there, hot and sweet
In Vimal collections of subtle shades
With nil make-up, but a volte face
Nature's the best soft-squeeze doll
Soothing sight for the passers by
From the way she presents her up
No old and bald can shut and fly
Spicy looks that you sip and bite
Can does in you, the spells of Glucon-D
Stops and starts of the boring life
Need a refueling station just like this
Free source energies, at no expense
To keep your engines greased, at least.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Busy Lovers' Guide
BUSY LOVERS GUIDE
Writing something to your love
is not plainly as easy as it may seem
she reads those rubbish thrice at least
kissing the portions you have lied very neat
beware of rigid rules that exist
meaningless rhymes and idolized phrases
In fullest praise for her every customs & actions
and must surprise her with gifts and presents
last letter, if was 20 pages, stretch it to forty
as a tangible proof of your love's galloping speed
never touch the ground nor any truthful displays
for, she loves you only for your idiotic face
pretend to be weeping, if she is sobbing
pretend to be laughing when she is boring
be tuned to her wave-length, whatever be the price
else…….she would change course, dropping you a bombshell
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Bullet Proof.. I Wish I Was
Limb by limb and tooth by tooth
Tearing up inside of me.
Everyday, everyhour, wish that I was..
Was bullet proof
Wax me, mould me
Heat the pins and stab them in.
You have turned me into this, just wish that it..
Was bullet proof
So pay me money, and take a shot
Lead fill the hole in me.
I could burst a million bubbles, all surrogate..
& bullet proof (slowdown, slowdown, slowdown)
Bullet proof (slowdown, slowdown, slowdown)
song performed by by Radiohead
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Farm House
FARM HOUSE
Far from the madding crowd
one looks for a peaceful bound
simple living has more real meanings
than jailed under a high-rise housing
with trees, flowers, fruits and little flies
they are the unfading true friends of mine
from the thankless, greedy, corrupt bad masses
I would keep myself aloof, resting on grasses
Life is beautiful, if only you can choose and live
away in a farm house under the Nature's naked care
for you are sure to love a new lease of life
Come and discover the promise that is pure & clean.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Zoo Station
Im ready
Ready for the laughing gas
Im ready
Ready for whats next
Ready to duck
Ready to dive
Ready to say
Im glad to be alive
Im ready
Im ready for the push
In the cool of the night
The wartmth of the breeze
Ill be crawling around
On my hands and knees
Shes just down the line ... zoo station
Got to make it on time ... zoo station
Im ready
Im ready for the gridlock
Im ready
To take it to the street
Ready for the shuffle
Ready for the deal
Ready to let go
Of the steering wheel
Im ready
Ready for the crush
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Its alright...its alright...its alright...its alright
Hey baby...hey baby...hey baby...hey baby
Its alright
Its alright
Time is a train
Makes the future the past
Leaves you standing in the station
Your face pressed up against the glass
Im just down the line from your love...zoo station
Under the sign of your love...zoo station
Im gonna be there...zoo station
Tracing the line...zoo station
Im gonna make it on time...make it on time...zoo station
Just two stops down the line...zoo station
Just a stops down the line...zoo station
song performed by by U2
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Black And Beautiful
BLACK AND BEAUTIFUL
She is thick black and of normal built
no one would have loved her at first sight
worshipful features, her innocent looks
lost my senses, fell with her in deep love
brilliant mind, with all round knowledge
pleasing manners, soft crisp replies
quick to smile, her sense of humour
I am thus lost to her instant riches
abundant talents from cooking to painting
strong moral fabric with immense patience
unblemished habits, sober in dresses
no need to go about in search of a better love
practical approach and affectionate outreach
her dull complexion, is the real mischief
for your eyes - she may look stark black,
but, for me the most lovable, soothing FULL MOON.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Two Station Masters
TWO STATION MASTERS
My friend is a station-master
at Hill Groove in
Nilgiri mountain section
33 years of railway service
fully spent in this sleepy station
hardly, two trains a day
in summer, say, one more
no goods traffic
nor frequent crossings
no revenue instead - ‘Safety' award
for ‘nil' accident record,
closed for rains and landslide,
station is locked up at 6 pm sharp
his gross earnings is forty thousand
for two or three man- hours spent
hill allowance, free warm clothing
no boss to obey, no risk to bother
happiest worker
does'nt want any change, either
look at his counter-part
positioned in a busiest double line,
handling 30-45 trains, within
a tight span of 8 hours
whole night, in full vigil
with all round tension
at times, an irate passenger
supervision of all kind
sucked out and exhausted
leaves for his home,
for the same pay - packet
is it an anomaly
or equity, parity, one cadre- one pay
equal pay for equal work
………………………..I have no answer.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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The Nature
Beauty is the nature's natural name,
The nature is poet's soulful game;
Her moods, rhythms and colours frame
Heaven on the earth in poet's dream.
Picturesque orchestra of the nature's rhyme
Stirs subtle sweet passion's flame;
The nature sings in silence for all souls,
Dawns new feel of devotional whole.
Blue in the sky and green all round
How change in mood with the passing time!
Cool of breeze and warmth of sunshine
How weave rare joy in the nature's womb!
Musics of streams and chirpings of birds
Rise like hymns from the nature's trove,
Clouds afloat and smiling sweet flowers
Swing in wind to greet all souls.
Air is thick with relaxed mood,
What a thrill, what an inspiring stir
Hangs in air like the heaven's benison
And blends onlookers with the nature's soul!
The grace of god as heavenly light
Diffracts as kaleidoscopic spectrum,
A spell everywhere, arcane vibrations,
The nature's music catches like fire.
What a sweet soft madness inside,
What a sweet soft madness inside
In the nature's calm rise and fall,
In the still quietude, in the quiet simple mood!
Those simple forms, those gentle hues,
Those quiet moves, those silent songs,
Those magic spells of sweet fragrance,
What a blend, what a shocking grace!
The nature, not mere nature, a cradle of beauty,
A ladder for all divine gifts,
An open keek to the streaks of heaven
In untouched lively virgin form.
The nature is a clean mirror of the soul
Where the soul itself reflects for real,
Bright like the sun, yet soft like the moon
And refreshingly pure like the morning dews.
poem by Praveen Kumar
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Beauty Absolute
She is to pass
by this junction at six
After her office,
Worn-out and exhausted
Even if she has overworked
Yet, her basic beauty
Is quite appealing
And is at the crest
In announcement
Of the standing truth
That a thing of beauty
Is joy for ever.
poem by Santhana Louis
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The Dethroned God
THE DETHRONED GOD
God has made
A costly mistake
Having made the man
Whom He believed would never overtake
As God is known for His perfections
He gave man the brain as his work-station
Dispelling all His expectations
Man, now questions His very presence
God is now weeping all day and night
Seriously working on an antidote
Or to do some corrections of such a magnitude
Precisely, to check man's aggressive turpitude
But, God has no council of Ministers,
Ordinances, nor able scientific advisors
To give Him a lead to begin the process
As whatever God proposes, man rightly disposes
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Smiling Face
[V1]
Sitting on the bus
Looking through the window
And I close my eyes
I see the shade of your smiling face
Your smiling face
When you walk in through the door
Smiling face
Like I've never seen before
[V2]
Standing in the rain
Nearly washed the day away
Then I think of you
I know the sight of your smiling face
Your smiling face
And it's always here with me
Smiling face
Well I wonder could it be
[CHORUS]
I still know
That I'm never gonna find you
But I do believe
That you're standing right behind
Will I ever get
The answer to my question
Life will go on
song performed by by M2M from Shades Of Purple
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For My Eyes Only
FOR MY EYES ONLY
It is raining outside
And time is up
For my sweet-heart to turn up
Form her evening classes
I have been screening each bus
Expecting her to step down
And she usually walks down
In the showering rains, fully wet.
I am to present her an umbrella today
To stop seeing her wet like this
Fully drenched, she glows as striking beauty
This ‘idol' is exclusively mine and
No third man has any right otherwise………..
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Mean Old Man
If I look like a mean old man thats what I am
If I look like a mean old man thats what I am
If I look like a mean old man
Wholl do you any way he can
To break your heart and kiss your hand
Thats what I am
And if I look like a good old friend thats what I am
If I look like a good old friend thats what I am
If I look like a good old friend
Whos good at bending with the wind
To be your friend right to the end
Thats what I am
Chorus:
And if I look like a voodoo doll thats what I am
If I look like a voodoo doll thats what I am
If I look like a voodoo doll
Who takes his licking standing tall
Whod rather bite you back than crawl
Thats what I am
If I look like your uncle bob thats what I am
If I look like your uncle bob thats what I am
If I look like your uncle bob
Who likes to slap you on the back and rob you
While he still can do the job
Thats what I am
Chorus:
And if I look like a voodoo doll thats what I am
If I look like a voodoo doll thats what I am
If I look like a voodoo doll
Who takes his licking standing tall
Whod rather bite you back than crawl
Thats what I am
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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The Good, The Bad And The Ugly
THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE UGLY
Women tend to be shy of admitting their age
And try to forget as they slip beyond thirty five
Daunting feelings that their innings are over
LBW'ed men are peeping into somebody's splendor
Those Barbie dolls are now Rugby balls
The nature has redeemed the charms it pawned
Sweet, cute, juicy and wonder girls
Are stunned in defeat, at their abrupt fall
Blush-ful faces have dried up in patches
Glossy skin is dull in scratches
The smiles they sported have dimmed as past
Stress and strain have pulled them down faster
Whatever be the causes, there is a class of men
Who, in private, admire at those ripens
For their blow-out outfit and resilient specimen
Silly points, not to the taste of the virgins
Moral values are on the decay
Disappointments all around, have pushed its way
If the western free culture comes here to stay
Perhaps, most these idle beauties be drifting away
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Two Pizzas
TWO PIZZAS
Our kitchen is chill silent
today, this Friday afternoon -
four-burner prestige stove
stays mute, wiped so clean.
no activities seen
for the mid-day meal
wife and children are
chit- chatting in bed;
stories from Russia,
‘hithihasic kahanies'
tit-bits form weeklys
mock-trial make-ups
slowly, I entered in
to inquire the reason,
for a near hartal.
quickly, my wife replied
she has ordered ‘pizzas online'
two plus one, spicy chicken with some add-on
on fifty percent discount coupon
my childhood days were totally different
two pizzas are equal to two months' mess bill
a class iv servant will run his family whole month - but
my children are fortunate, father is a ‘ project leader'.
……two pizzas speaking of contrasting economies.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Love L O S T
LOVE LOST
I missed the Fantasy
of LOVE
when I was of prime age
aptly, my friend hinted once
that I have lost
50% of charms of life….
……….his statement was perhaps true !
for, I was poor, simple
and of very ordinary looks
quite unfit for sweet little talks
in cheap cotton pants
on to it un-ironed shirts
in faded dhoti and Hawaii chappal
and with rationed pocket money, on hand
even the poorest girl
could not have liked me in -
as I was a total mismatch
for her asking basic dreams
still, I have had no regrets
for being so unfortunate,
because I knew pretty well
that no one would have
truly loved me then
even, if I wished and cried for one
having lived for six long decades,
I now, recollect those ‘love lost' years
surrendering unto the Heaven's best designs
I have been raised from rags to riches;
…….with an enduring gift of a unblemished, passionate,
dutiful, exceptional wife, whom I LOVED thru' rest of my life.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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The Negative Rains
THE NEGATIVE RAINS
The pouring rains has just stopped
The lane is empty with no one in sight
Wiped so clean and shinning in light
Chastely new, is in wait for someone it knew
Her fragrant jasmine freshens up the open tunnel
Gently lifted saree rigging open the rare leg panel
Pitching her every step carefully in a forward pace
Luminous hinds lighting up the murky sky
Chilling breeze on her shivering crease
Drizzling dews on the oily cheeks
Partly drenched with mirror like backs
Setting the street on a romance-full blaze
Fridge cool postures, water logged breast cases
Dripping waterlines along the in skirt laces
Rare comes the blossom with the rains of the season
Spells of dryness, quickly afloat are the deep-lost passions
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Eden No More
Oh why dose the
Teardrops fall
From above
It mourns the loss
Of Eden no more
Man and wife
The creator did make
In his own image
A miracle of love
Hand in hand
They nurtured the land
That God gave to thee
For prosperity
Amongst the beauty
The garden of life
There laden a tree
Baring the fruit
Of knowledge and life
One simple rule
That he gave to thee
Thou shalt not
Taste the forbidden fruit
From the apple tree
But alas there lived
Amongst the fruit
Of the tree of life
A fallen angel
That tempted mans wife
He convinced the maiden
To take one simple bite
One simple bite
That changed the rest
Of her life
The texture was crisp
And it tasted so sweet
A forbidden fruit
That was divine
To the taste
Its taste so sweet
She needed
To share the
Divinity that
Had fallen from
The apple tree
Said fallen to Eve
Take heed of my word
He will love you evermore
If you share this divinity with thee
Believing it to be so
Young Eve did show
Her husband the tender
Fruit from yon tree
The fallen just smirked
At how easy to sow
The seeds that will
Embellish mans fate
In the page's of time and history
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Enter the Dragon and a Quicksand
She is four years
older than me - yet
I am not mad, but all set
to marry her soon
we have been in contact
for six long years
knew each other's conduct
quite perfectly well
our interests are many
much in common, sweet, funny
just strikingly identical
balanced and parried
we are at heart
very clean and frank
familiar and passionate
on the weaknesses and blanks
thoughts, actions
and behaviour-wise
we have tested and proved
ourselves to be too nice
complimenting quickly
for the fine tasks each does
we have never crossed
the limits & barriers set
Having found the
fool-proof match
fit to be prized as
MADE FOR EACH OTHER
and, relying on the strength
of the bonds of love...
we now marry....
will you please pray
for our sailing to be safe and free.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Boiling Point
BOILING POINT
My beloved husband comes late in night
Knocks the door with a fouling scent
If delayed by a few more seconds
Would slap me on my face at once
He sits till nine in his office seat
In a jungle of papers all around
Not of devotion nor of fun
For men of action - bribe satisfaction
Lot of money he showers on us
A posh house, BMW, a host of vague comforts
With all the gates and windows always closed
We remain as puppets, because he suspects
Just at twenty, my father had a faulty dream
That men of high post were of worthy deals
Married for twelve years could be a real proud thing
Had I not married this scandalous swine
He carries in him all manly vices
We never dare to correct him either
In fear of his wrath and shredding tortures
We feel safe, when the beast is out to prey
In early thirties, I am still young and pretty
He sits and drinks with the girls of dirty
Shelved as ‘unused', I am rusting and thirsty
Ready to cross over the fence one day in frenzy
My face is a pager, the message I beam is bolder
For the boldest of you, I have a best barter
Give me love, kindness, affection and tender care
The frozen treasures in store are for you and YOU ALONE.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Colour Blindness
COLOUR BLINDNESS
She is not able
to remember well
my very face,
as we use to criss-cross daily
on the half a mile foot over-bridge
exactly at the same time -
for over a year
without even a pinch of love
What a shame! ! Disaster to my manliness;
I should now either change
my timings or my route
to have a new target girl
as I have drawn zero
from the previous rounds
sadly, as I was treading the ‘Z' bridge
a stout, simple girl, in all her shyness
blushes before me, to announce her hidden love
cherished by her at the same over-bridge
for that whole miserable year -
unaware of my failed overtures;
How come, I missed her thirsty sights
accepting readily the willing offer
I nodded in silence, in an affirmative style
………….as getting loved by someone
is a rare finish game.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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