Chennai To Puri (Via Ooty, Mysore & Hydrabad)
almost a picnic, on LTC - my PSU will reimburse,
pre-booked air, A/c Two-tier journey tickets,
With bag and baggage, playing cards,
games-loaded laptops, i-pods, plenty of music,
fashioned, tight-fitting dresses, eatables, camera
several sittings at exclusive beauty parlour,
already reserved cottages -
pick-ups, & sight seeing pre-arranged
and in jubilant mood;
we are set on a holy pilgrimage,
every year, to new - new destinations
from Kanyakumari to Gangtok….
Via Kulu, Manali, Jaisalmer and Bikaner
when the school closes down
at HIS ABODE, we are too selfish
begging for our own needs and wishes
sometimes, our desires are not legal or ethical
openly bribing by liberal offerings in the ‘HUNDI'
‘glued God' has no option but has to consent
to the whims and fancies of the donor-devotees
If, the RICH only can tap HIS BLESSINGS is TRUE
That ‘CAPITALIST GOD' would lose his ‘locus standi'
then,
my next LTC is due in coming August
we want to go up to Wagha border
touching Somnath, Dwarka, Jodhpur and Amritsar
any suggestions? I will not listen, it is my ENTITLEMENT.
Louis Santhana
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Twist
Ice and a twist
And a cigarette
Starts a night I won't forget
Drinks and a dance and a word or two
Share the time with someone new
Twist
Twist
You're locked in your land
On a private jet
The devil is at work out there
Tell me the time
On the altitude
I'm racing now I'm in the mood
You're the kind that's always
Gotta round the red lights
Too much is not enough for you
You bet your life on strangle
Lend them maybe black jack
I'm playing my cards so are you through?
Just wanna dance all night
I'm feeling all right
The music's out of sight
If you tell me what you like
Just wanna dance all night
And touch your body right
The music's out of sight
And we can bump into the light
Dice and a dessert is where we are
Babies could make you a star
Hope and despair
Come back each tear
Elvis is in town all year
You're the kind that's always
Gotta round the red lights (Oh yeah)
Too much is not enough for you
You bet your life on strangle
Lend them maybe black jack
I'm playing my cards so are you through?
Just wanna dance all night
I'm feeling all right
The music's out of sight
If you tell me what you like
Just wanna dance all night
And touch your body right
The music's out of sight
And we can bump into the light
Just wanna dance all night with you
The music's out of sight that's true
Just wanna dance all night with you
The music's out of sight that's true
Just wanna dance all night
(Just wanna dance all night with you)
I'm feeling all right
The music's out of sight
If you tell me what you like
Just wanna dance all night
(Just wanna dance all night with you)
And touch your body right
The music's out of sight
And we can bump into the light
Twist
Just wanna dance all night
Just wanna dance all night
(Do you wanna twist)
Just wanna dance all night with you
The music's out of sight that's true
(Do you wanna twist)
Just wanna dance all night with you
The music's out of sight that's true
(Do you wanna twist)
song performed by by Holly Valance
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How Do We Collect The Evaporating Dew On Grass?
It's a sad demise
Mr.Bandula.Somaweera
A Travel Specialist
(e-destinations, Inc,.)
Who arranged our Air tickets
in a considerable rate
When we moved from Los Angeles to Boston.
Our friend who bade Goodbye yesterday!
O this sad journey of Life,
Companions! One by one moves away
and the Master above who books our tickets
without a prior notice?
If Nirvana is the last stop
Hope you reached there safely brother!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Indian Standards Time
INDIAN STANDARDS TIME
I am a Gold medalist university teacher
would know things according to the syllabus
if you come up with doubts little outside
I would only say that it is none of my business
I am an old- time thief
yet, I have a code of conduct and ethics
I would not come to steal you blindly
If you have suffered a burglary, current year already
I am a payment-seat doctor
you will agree, that I have to earn faster
your complaints on a disease, that I had left out under choice
cannot afford to miss you, as casualties anyway are much common
I am a foreign-aided, self-made preacher
can heal, and know by heart, all the Gospel Verses
but, I am not meant to enter the Heaven
as I have the key and fee book, to let you all enter in
I am running a top-gear beauty parlour
ugly faces are here mended and tinkered
by fake or crook, we show them up in colour
men lose balance at first sight and are liable to blunder
I am a 35 year-old spinster
gave an advt. in the newspaper
….only married men did respond in good number
saying, ‘privileged and powerful are concubines'
I am a liquor chain owner
your interests are auctioned in my favour
spurious and adultered spirits are no matter
as I have a bounden duty to keep you simply warmer.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Two Bicycles
when I was a little boy
of 14 years of age,
I desired to have a
‘Admiral' small 18' bicycle
to attend school,
roughly 4 kms. away.
promise after promise,
for every Christmas and birthdays,
yet, the cycle never turned up
my school days, were by then over
I joined a college hostel in a small town
Fees, books, dress, hostel deposit and allied
my father had paid them all, without any murmur
at the end of the degree course, I passed out with distinction
joined the bank at a remote village, as cash-cum-accounts clerk
by the grace of bank, festival advance Rs.150-
cycle advance of Rs.300
………the dream came true, after a lapse of nine good years
Brand new ‘Raleigh' Green, in colour-full other fittings
with dynamo, my name and address painted in bold yellow
on touching the cycle, my nerves trembled
and tears rolled down, as I pedaled down to my home
for seeking my parents' blessings, with an unbiased mind.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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You Can't Lose At Love (Crush Demo)
You can lose at cards
You can lose your keys
You can lose the house or lose the lease
You can lose your car, you can lose the race
You can lose your mind or lose your faith
Take a look around and hear what I've gotta say
You can't lose at love
No, you can't lose at love
You can't lose at love
You can't lose at love
Chose anything you can dream of
No, you can't lose at love
We could lose the plot
Or we could lose our way
But I ain't going to lose
These ain't good games we're playing
Let me make you an offer too good to refuse
No, you can't lose at love
No, you can't lose at love
You can't lose at love
You can't lose at love
Chose anything you can dream of
But you can't lose at love
Now we just might roll a seven, these ain't loaded dice
We'll never get to heaven from this driveway tonight
You've heard a million promises that's never come through
Baby I'm telling you we're due
You can't lose at love
You can't lose at love
Chose anything you can dream of
But baby, you can't lose at love
Take a chance on me
Cause you can't lose at love
Take a chance on me
No, you can't lose at love
Take a chance on me
You can't lose at love
No, you can't lose at love
You can't lose at love
You can't lose
You can't lose
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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Maya....maya....mayan.....maya
MAYA …..MAYA…..MAYAN…..MAYA
Thank God, you had not
made me something different
and allowing me to express freely - even
to speak ill of you boldly
watching all events, but very silently
showing your might only selectively - yet, surely
but, one thing I am unable appreciate
is your habit of putting true devotees to harsh tests
someone is spreading, that your count-down has begun
(by 21 Dec.2012) as per the much acclaimed Mayan calendar
to destroy this Universe as a measure of punishment
if such is the case, please tell me secretly in advance
Taking now shelter, ………I would emerge
.........as the first batch of ‘new settlers' ELSEWHERE.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Persona Grata
When I was just
One and twenty
I had a special urge
For the next door beauty
She was too clever,
Knowing I had gone on loose gear
Liberal showing in catchy appearances
Till, I fell clear in total madness
She roasted me daily in my bed
Since, I was then such a coward
That we had not spoken a letter even
Nor exchanged anything in mutual good sign
For long, I was a slave in chain
Before her every ‘perfect tens'
I was so shabby, rugged and unmatched
In her race, I had no merited chances
Soon after, I joined as a cashier
and had to miss her for weeks together
yet, on the weight age of my job & sundry
finally, her parents gave her as my ‘would be'
Now, we are married for 20 long years
The ‘prized beauty' is no more a thriller for me
Especially, when it comes to woman's beauty
The first few stolen looks are enough
For a cascade of calamities ………………………..
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Everlasting Lesson
Thirteen years of school
A little more for further studies
General, social, history lessons
Life and street rules
Vice versa, slips, trips many falls
Start or end with the blues
Plenty songs sang relating on the journey
Old school and new school
Many different battles and scars
Same title: The fight.
Plenty obstacles, different bridge destinations
A journey, same struggle: The climb.
Every individual owns claim to their own stories
Same topic: Life.
From birth ‘til death
A constant lesson
Repercussion, obstacles, compassion
Beginning to end, the journey and destination
A grim awakening
Struggles are our teachers
Life's the lesson
We're the students
The mind is the question to
our everlasting lesson
poem by Kelvin Owusu
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Palpable love, true beauty, wandering in thee
Palpable love, true beauty, wandering in thee
Touching each atom, insinuating in every gene
Playing each organ, in solemn symphony;
I hear thy deaf beauty, thy beauty I feign.
Magnificent, marvelous I seamlessly wonder
Can my mind ever achieve the beauty of thee?
I can only listen and not touch thy thunder;
The musical nature which thou compose me.
No genius, intuition from love's orb
Revolves around thee and the soul thy possess,
For in music and by music thou absorb
All truth, all beauty, that my heart doth obsess.
So orchestrate with thy breathe and uplift me high
Without thy music, I am mortal, I know I shall die…
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Chudidars
From five year old to fifty year mold
it is the most preferred mode
piercing unto the village mobs
misshape features go hiding under this robe
neck to knee, a one sheet shutter
kabuli pants for magnum thigh and buttocks
loose fitting free size easy wear sacks
nested in safety, their movements are unfettered
full-drawn curtains over high power grids
teasing eyes can have no happy raids
sun shine is barred inside the chambers
faces of soldiers, roaming in Armour
The blouse and saree with limited windows
can have a telling story of its own
even while on your deepest dreams
chudidars have no place - and such is our culture
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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True beauty
True beauty is in the way she laughs
True beauty is in her eyes
True beauty is how she acts
True beauty is inside
True beauty is unseen
True beauty is only felt
True beauty is not mean
True beauty is herself
True beauty can't be cruel
True beauty is bare
True beauty within you
True beauty is always there
True Beauty can't be covered with makeup
True beauty means true love
True beauty can't be baked up
True beauty is the flight of a dove
True beauty has no flaws
For True beauty is all that matters after all
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poem by Jean Pullman
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Offspring Blessings Opposes Barren Desires
votive faces eyes ears see hear appear ever attentive guardians?
terracotta votive offerings amass phalli breasts uteri fascinates?
possibilities pre Viagra Greco Roman Bacchantes desires orgies?
offspring blessings opposes barren cursed shame couples childless?
votive offerings reasoned fixation items pepper ancient societies?
feature throughout diverse modern societies evil eye luck beads
patron saints crucifixes prayer beads ritualistic in varied religions?
an assortment of rites head coverings adorn male female devotees?
all share desires respect given gains favor with supernatural forces?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Little Merman (Fun Poem 51)
Just beyond the reef
where the little fishes swim
there lives a little merman
and his name is Gunga Din.
He frolics in the ocean
from morning to night,
playing with the mermaids
is his hearts delight.
One day while playing
on the ocean floor
Gunga din found a bottle
with a Genie trapped within.
He opened the bottle
and set the Genie free.
The Genie then said to him.
“Three wishes I now grant to thee.”
“Three wishes? What are those? ”
Gunga Din asked the Genie.
“Wishes are made
for anything you want,
and then I will make them come true.”
“But I have no need for wishes.
I have everything my heart desires.”
“But surely there is something
that you would like most of all? ”
Gunga Din shook his head.
“There is nothing I require.”
“Nothing? ” Asked the Genie.
“Nothing.” Gunga Din replied.
“You see Mr Genie
I have everything I need.
I am completely satisfied
with everything I have got.”
“The oceans are my gardens
to play around all day within.
I have plenty of friends
to keep me company.
So what do I need your wishes for?
I have everything I’ll ever need.”
“But I must grant you three wishes
for setting me free
and If you won’t take the wishes
I cannot be free.“
Gunga thought for a moment.
This cannot be right.
Everyone must be free
to do as they wish.
“Get back in the bottle, Mr Genie.
I’ll take you to some distant sandy shore.
I’ll put you on the beach
for someone to find.
I’m sure in that greedy world out there,
that there is someone
who will take up your wishes
and set you free.
28 December 2007
poem by David Harris
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Pods And Gods
Martian men are coming to earth
they're abducting all of the jerks,
Martian men are coming to earth
Martian men, don't take me
Pods are landing from outer space
Pods are duplicating my face
Pods are landing from outer space
Pods they leave me alone
I don't know what conventions you go to
I don't know what movies you've seen
I don't wanna hear explainations of unexplainable things.
It's not that I don't belive in aliens
It's just, I really dont care.
I wouldn't mind some interplanetary freinds
until they come I'll hang in my own hemisphere
Holy ghost is coming to Earth
Saving souls of all of the jerks
The holy ghost is coming to earth
Savior man don't save me
The number 1 son is flippin the tab
payin for sins and under your hat
the number 2 son is flippin the bill
let me chip in for the tip
I dont understand why you beg for forgiveness
Just b4 you do it again
Is it more altruistic to worship
or actually help fellow man?
Its not that I don't belive in Jesus Christ
Its just I care about other things
the world could certianly use some miracles,
until then I'll put my faith in human beings.
song performed by by NOFX
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The De Facto Orphan
THE DE FACTO ORPHAN
I have lot of kith and kin
And sadly, living parents
Yet, I lived a life, full of pains
Lonely, as that of an hapless orphan
My boyhood days in the dark boarding halls
Youthful phase was spent in a disciplined hostel
Parents were prompt in paying the mess- bills
As an unfailing donor servicing the cause of or an orphan
They never knew the times I wept
Nor the nights that went unspent
Like a soldier coming home on an annual warrant
I returned to the ‘barracks' with moods so silent
Politely signing on the dotted- lines of the reports of progress
Duties of my parents ended there itself
Inwardly I am sick, in search of love, affection and parental caress
Banished from the family web, I prefer to be listed as an ORPHAN
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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August....
August is the month for kids it’s the last few weeks of freedom before a new school year begins.
August is the month where many parents are excited that its here cause they don’t want their kids home alone.
August is the last month before fall begins.
August is the only month that has fewer holidays than most months.
August is the month where most teens are happy because it means that it’s the last school year for most.
August is the month that I really don’t care for but I also like as well.
poem by Natasha Ligons
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I'm Old Fashioned
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type that they classify as quaint
Im old fashioned
I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things
The sound of rain
Upon a window pane
The starry song that april sings
This years fancies
Are passing fancies
But sighing sighs holding hands
These my heart understands
I know I'm old fashioned
But I don't mind it
That's how I want to be
As long as you agree
To stay old fashioned with me
(bridge)
I'm old fashioned
But I don't mind it
That's how I want to be
As long as you agree
To stay old fashioned with me
Oh won't you stay old fashioned with me
Oh please stay old fashioned with me
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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The News from the New Grave
I hate coming round again
to this Earth, on re-birth given again
I hate coming home again
as husband for the same woman again
I hate coming pure again
to lose my values once again
I hate coming live again
as nothing lures me of late, again
I hate coming late again
to be loner in the game again
I hate coming back again
missing the tranquil of this solemn GRAVE again
poem by Santhana Louis
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Seema (Border) Babu Model
My military friend has taken discharge
from the uniformed services and
returned back to his home town
pension account with state bank
purchased landed assets for a lump sum
keeping a portion reserved for himself -
to start a own business, on a small scale.
several of his friends pestered him for a clean loan
with solemn promise of punctual repayment
frequent visits by very distant relatives
with unsolicited ideas for instant earnings
some agents circled him with pamphlets, attractive tables,
for rearing Emu, Goats, Milk shed, duck, chicks, & puppies
vultures closeting with the lure of very fatty interest
promises of money getting doubled every six months
my sepoy friend came running to me
to suggest a way out from all this perils
I gathered all his savings and placed them
In joint deposits with his wife & children
besides regular pension, quarterly interest comes in handy
liberal but, budgeted living, regulated spending in army canteen
consent of wife for every pay out - based on his sound background
bank assisted him to set up a stationery business,
now he is a ‘mallick' (owner)
peaceful and satisfied, the ex-BSF havildar, walks upright in full pride
no greedy desires, nor quick money ‘laluch' (temptation)
in enjoyment of faithful toil along the porous Bangla borders
sacrifices made &services rendered, in reward,
the present day status,
the entire village is proud of him,
citing ‘SEEMA BABU MODEL'.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Lazyman's Wise Prayer
LAZYMAN'S WISE PRAYER
If to that extent RICH indeed
I need not have to toil hard instead
If to that extent SHREWD indeed
I would have skipped some years instead
If to that extent BRAVE indeed
I could'nt have lost on more counts instead
If to that extent READY indeed
I should'nt have to repent now instead
If to that extent FOUGHT indeed
I ought to have won fast instead
If to that extent all B A D indeed
Better I should'nt have the right to live instead
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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