Nighties
My wife is more than forty
But, she prefers to move around
In nighties
Cheap fabric of three month's life
With shabby prints
In gaudy colours
Specially made for old time demons
Nighty is such a
Naughty out-fit
Resembling an unclean workman
In a dirty garage
Whosoever is young and pretty
Lovely and structurally winsome
May not shine up
As sharply as best
As they are aptly deserved
Under the cover
Of the ghostly nighties
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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Roundel
Now welcome Summer with thy sunne soft,
That hast this winter`s weathers overshake,
And driven away the longe nighties black.
Saint Valentine, that art full high aloft,
Thus singen smalle fowles for thy sake:
Now welcome Summer with tye sunne soft,
That hast this winter`s weathers overshake.
Well have they cause for to gladden oft,
Wince each of them recovered hath his make.
Full blissful may they singe when they wake:
Now welcome Summer with they sunne soft,
That has this winters weathers overshake,
And driven away the longe nighties black.
poem by Geoffrey Chaucer
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Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
If youre havin trouble with your high school head
Hes givin you the blues
You wanna graduate but not in is bed [...but not in his debt]
Heres what you gotta do -
Pick up the phone
Im always home
Call me any time
Just ring
36 24 36 hey [36 24 36 8]
I lead a life of crime
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and theyre done dirt cheap
You got problems in your life of love
You got a broken heart
(shes) hes double dealin with your best friend
Thats when the teardrops start - fella
Pick up the phone
Im here alone
Or make a social call
Come right in
Forget about him
Well have ourselves a ball
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and theyre done dirt cheap
If you got a lady and you want her gone
But you aint got the guts
She keeps naggin at you night and day
Enough to drive you nuts -
Pick up the phone
Leave her alone
Its time you made a stand
For a fee
Im happy to be
Your back door man
Dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and theyre done dirt cheap
Concrete shoes, cyanide, tnt
Done dirt cheap
Neckties, contracts, high voltage
Done dirt cheap
song performed by by AC-DC
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U P S
UPS
A cup of
Horlics is getting cold
The foldable study lamp
is on; and running hot
My regular table is strewn
With books and notes, untouched.
The open windows
Blowing in speed air.
Sudden black-out - power goes off
No need to reach for candles or matches
I feel light and brightness
in the powers of darkness
Within the corners of my
Unclean heart
Edison's invention was to
Light up outside
But,
I keep a small oil-hurrycane
For the spacious inner heart
Perhaps,
to hide back,
The mopped up dirt and rot.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Demons
Another day in the life of a stranger
Surrounded by four walls that cant be seen
He knows this dude that lives uptown and he delivers
He often calls him for that perfect dream
But oh, hes got his demons
And they stay right by his side
Through his everyday hell, yeah
He loves his wine and his pretty women
He buys them everything just to stay around
Hes got it made cause his daddys got a bundle
He seldom reaches out but theres no one to be found
Except oh, hes still got them demons
And they stay right by his side
In his man-made hell
Oh, hes got his demons
And they by his side
Another dar in the life of the lonely
All alone in a sold out crowd
He can always buy some cheap thrills with his money
His world of silence has become much too loud
But ho, dont forget them demons
Theyre still right by his side
Causing all kinds of hell, yeah
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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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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Family Planning
FAMILY PLANNING
My wife is
In her family way
And is
likely to deliver
In a week or so
The birth of a
new one may be
a news for you -
but, in its arrival
I run the risk
of a good fortune
hence,
you will lend me
a sum repayable
before I opt
for the next offspring
The hospital bills
are the real checkmates
cutting your
family down to the size
with permissible members,
to stand at ease
Louis Santhana
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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Cheap An Nasty
(coverdale/vandenberg)
Come on baby...
I get so confused,
But, my heart knows youre one of a kind
Leather an lace, an angels face,
Riding on a one track mind
Youre fully loaded with cruise control,
My four wheels rock with your back seat roll
Youre cheap an nasty,
All you wanna do is give it up, give it up
Cheap an nasty,
Come on an do the dirty with me
I get so excited, babe, when Im invited
To ride in your limousine,
You drive it every day, burn it every night,
I wonder how you keep it so clean
Smooth accelerator, you get me so loose,
You keep your motor running till I run out of juice
Youre cheap an nasty,
All you wanna do is give it up, give it up
Cheap an nasty,
Come on an do the dirty with me
Cheap an nasty
I never knew it could be this way
An I never thought Id ever complain,
But, gimme a second just to catch my breath
Babe, before you do it again
All the boys call your name
Down the wishing well,
Baby, when you go
Youre like a cat out of hell
Youre cheap an nasty,
All you wanna do is give it up, give it up
Cheap an nasty,
All you wanna do is give it up, give it up
Cheap an nasty,
All you wanna do is give it up, give it up
Cheap an nasty,
Come on an do the dirty with me
Come on an do the dirty,
Come on an do the dirty,
Come on an do the dirty with me
Come on an do the dirty with me...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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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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The Age of Wisdom
Ho! pretty page, with the dimpled chin,
That never has known the Barber's shear,
All your wish is woman to win;
This is the way that boys begin--
Wait till you come to Forty Year.
Curly gold locks cover foolish brains,
Billing and cooing is all your cheer;
Sighing and singing of midnight strains,
Under Bonnybell's windowpanes--
Wait till you come to Forty Year!
Forty times over let Michaelmas pass,
Grizzling hair the brain doth clear;
Then you know a boy is an ass,
Then you know the worth of a lass,
Once you have come to Forty Year.
Pledge me round; I bid ye declare,
All good fellows whose beards are gray,
Did not the fairest of the fair
Common grow and wearisome, ere
Ever a month was passed away?
The reddest lips that ever have kissed
The brightest eyes that ever have shone,
May pray and wisper and we not list,
Or look away and never be missed,
Ere yet ever a month is gone.
Gillian's dead, God rest her bier--
How I loved her twenty years syne!
Marian's married; but I sit here,
Alive and merry at Forty Year,
Dipping my nose in Gascon wine.
poem by William Makepeace Thackeray
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Unjust Inactions
When I was young and frolic
I was full of good many ideals
wishing to marry an handicapped girl
I apprised my parents, of such a proposal
Still, I remember that girl's rich face
innocently showing her afflicted legs
very hopefully, she awaited this connection to mature
but, my parents were old-fashioned; posted their rejection
I was just a tender man
submissive, polite, timid and a non-fighter
though it irked me to my inner most core
I had no guts nor vision for a war of nerves
as wished, by parents, I then married
Into a family with all rituals and falsehood
I am now 40 - do am I happy?
by twisting my life-line, what my parents have achieved!
I am ashamed to look back at my own foot-prints
where I miserably failed to give shape to those viable blue-prints
though outwardly, I look to be alright and fine
could anyone dive deep into my mind's bleeding down-lane?
poem by Santhana Louis
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The Accused God
THE ACCUSED GOD
God was once called to the witness box
serious charges of connivance and negligence
as Creator and perpetrator,
all the crimes on Earth had His express sanctions
the innocent criminal was only an instrument, keyed by Him from behind
Hung in shame, God climbed up the wooden dais
No one chose to side Him in defence
the clerk extended a ‘Holy Book' to swear
‘no one was exempted', let the accused be whosoever
The judge then went on reading the charge-sheets
voluminous reports with evidences abound
God was just wondering at the man's tactical mind
a weed, that He overlooked, when He made him out of mud
God was consigned to a solitary cell
the court felt, that He could not be secured again, if let on bail
The Omniscient God new nothing of anticipatory bails
nor He had the status for a "A" class jail
On the day of Judgment, there was heavy thunder and storms
Fire, epidemics, floods, angry volcanoes and tremors
The Natures' forces, out of their bounds, were so impatient
on a cleansing mission and to arrange for His Second Resurrection
-THE REDEEMER HAS TO BE REDEEMED, AT LAST -
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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I'd like people to remember me for a diligent expert workman. I think a poet is a workman. I think Shakespeare was a workman. And God's a workman. I don't think there's anything better than a workman.
quote by Laurence Olivier
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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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Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
If your havin' trouble with your high school head
He's givin' you the blues
You wanna graduate but not in 'is bed
Here's what you gotta do -
Pick up the phone
I'm here alone
Call me any time
36 24 36 (slaver)
I lead a life of crime
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
repeat
repeat
repeat
Your havin' problems in your life of love
You got a broken heart
He's double dealin' with your best friend
That's when the teardrops start -
Pick up the phone
I'm here alone
Or make a social call
Come right in
Forget about him
We'll have ourselves a ball
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
repeat
repeat
repeat
If you got a lady but you want her gone
But you ain't got the guts
She keeps naggin' you night and day
Enough to drive you nuts -
Pick up the phone
Leave her alone
It's time you made a stand
For a fee I'll be happy to be
Your back door man
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
repeat
repeat
repeat
Concrete shoes
song performed by by AC/DC from High Voltage
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Oh.........those Teachers
OH………THOSE TEACHERS
There are several one ways
a few make road sense ‘as traffic rules'
those borrowings friends do wantonly default
and numerous outgo, we ourselves often forgot
though married, most of us love for a second phase
forbidden love never comes to the fore
so, is the case with our beloved children
of late, wanting to pair up to their own selection
The timely help that someone renders
But, we fail to re-duplicate the same kindness
somehow our selfis h soul is happy at the benefits
that we knowingly discredit by such one way practice
Patience, alms, sacrifices, tolerance and so on
are one way or other the hallmarks of good signs
like the most dedicated teacher's forty years' service
receives nothing in return…………except a small pension.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Catch Up Or Disappear
CATCH UP OR DISAPPEAR
YOU cannot just grudge
the way the world so flies
You cannot just try
the speed so high, you cry
You cannot just shy
away from the rules that so fry
You cannot just lie
blind to the needs that are so sly
You cannot just say nay
To the changes that may leave you so dry
You cannot just stop and pry
as no one wants you here so naïve
If, you cannot thus survive
CLEAR OUT - the world is so,
NOT YOURS OR MINE.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Gone With The Rains
GONE WITH THE RAINS
After a spell of heavy rains
there settles, a phase of uneasy calm
excessive waters are draining down
washing its course to a brilliant clean
walking in the middle of the road at this time
a very pleasant experience, you taste it one
‘garam, garam katchori' with a special chai
will lift up your inner reserves - catch it up.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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A Colourful Family Tree
This world is made up of colours and,
I am glad to come up from a colourful family tree.
There are many colours around us and,
You can enjoy the colours in your bathrooms too;
For nature is full of colours!
Like the human beings,
I an brown in colour and my mother is a black woman from Africa.
I have many relatives all over the continets and,
My father is a white man from the U.S.A.
Four of my aunties are from Australia, Japan, Brazil and the U.K.;
Four of my uncles are from India, Mexico, Canada and Denmark;
So i grew up among many colours of this world.
A colourful family tree is what i came from and,
I am very glad to meet various colours in my life time;
For a long the lines of my growth,
I have come to love all the colours around me.
Colours are very beautiful and we need them around us,
They are in your offices and your houses too;
Yes, we need all the colours to beautify things around us.
Black is beautiful and white is beautiful too,
For we were made from the Creator with colours!
And i am very glad to be part of this family tree.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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