Beautiful Mind
Dwelling in the crown
creating illusions through imagination
raising hopes and expectations
causing perplexity and confusion
an illusion as real as the truth
and the truth subject to perception
good and evil both vie for the supremacy
like the tortoise and the hare respectively
thoughts and actions playing in their hands
abetting the fight sometimes
clouding the sunshine
but not always.
Righteous
ultimately seeking the right path slowly
casting away the seven sins
the mind wins
like the tortoise.
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The Mind
My mind
Oh! my mind
can’t understand you
my mind.
Oh! my mind
What are you?
The Human?
The Devil? or
The God?
How can I find
your inner side?
What are you?
Dwelling in the crown of my body
creating illusions through imaginations
raising hopes and expectations
causing perplexity and confusions
an illusion seeking the truth
and the truth becoming an illusion.
Oh! my mind
whatever you are,
you are
taking refuge in
reflection of my thoughts
or taking flight
to limitless horizons
of the universe.
You are indeed
My mind.
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Uderprivileged (a butterfly oddquain)
sad
unhappy
making mockery of
humane humanity
light
fight for existence and rights
breed revolutions
change course
dawn
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Dreams Unplugged
Unmaterialized condensed thoughts
melting
metamorphosed into liquid shapes
of
desired desires
reflections in disturbed water
mirror images of a broken one
mirage abetting illusions
subconsciously
connecting finite with infinity
failing to differentiate between
truth and untruth
real and unreal
yet dream, I dare.
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Death of an Activist
Cancer,
Harbinger of pain, anguish, frustration and agony
not limited to mortals only
footprints to be found everywhere
in the guise of
corruption, crime, scams and adulteration
tentacles are spread in the society.
Except cleansing of conscience
no cure in sight
some take the fight
against the might
one who dares to bare
death stalks everywhere
ultimately cancer wins
time and again
poor one transforming into flowered frame
rich tributes become a front page game
soon to be in oblivion
situation remaining the same
till another one dares
Alas! None cares.
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Watch The Race
Watch the race
Here is the hare
And the tortoise
It is funny for the hare
And a serious game
For tortoise.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Misconception
Not leaving
footprints
on the sand
since
getting washed
away
now and then
and to be
construed
as having none.
Leaving those
on the
core of
our lives
are enough.
What for
our hearts
exist then?
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Hope
Hope, don't betray me
clinging, I survive.
Hope, don't overpower me
Clutching, I overestimate
Hope, don't be an illusion
Chasing, I get shattered.
Hope, don't raise expectations
Setbacks, I can't endure.
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Misguided
Born
with
clean slate
and
flattering
innocence.
Flowering
homo-sapien
succumbs
to
vices.
Conscience
fighting
tooth and nail,
fail.
Pleasure of
senses
prevail.
downfall
begin s.
Grave.
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Tortosise and the Hare: The true story
So you think tortoise
won the race,
not so.
Today the last
of Hare's descendants
passed on.
Oh his death
bed from his
lips came this,
my great, great
so many grandfather
was bribed,
to throw the race,
to the Tortoise
by the way of carrots,
his greatest weakness
you didn't really think
the Tortoise could have
won do you. Then he passed on.
wrote 4-14-07
Parents (a poem to sing)
Owning lands
moist soil
farmers
vow to sow.
Spreading seeds
all over
for healthy plants
to grow.
Watering the saplings
fertilising
good
for the health of plants.
Pruning them
and then
amidst the Godly chants.
Buds blossom
into flowers
fragrance
spreading
to and fro.
Farmers happy
rejoice flowers
blessed by
HIS graceful show.
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Alankar(Decor) -69
Their Race Yet Not Over(Kyrielle Poem)
a narrative, it tells a story.
stanzaic, in quatrains.
syllabic, each line is 8 syllables. in iambic tetrameter.
written with a refrain in the 4th line of the quatrain.
rhyme scheme may vary. Quatrain options abaB, cbcB, dbdB
Their race yet not over with that
Else way tortoise as thought to race
To run, to swim in halves, to work-
Agreed the hare willing to race
Starting speeded with hare on land
Plodding slowed with tortoise to race
To help the river came on hand
Swam fast tortoise won first the race
Knowing not to swim the hare lost
Foolish was his challenge to race
Judging oneself the best way last
Is the way best to win the race
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A Relationship
Love likes not
showing off relationship
smile on face or tear drops,
both make my heart rip.
Ever waiting eagerly
for her appearance
when confronted,
mind becomes an hindrance.
Comes like a fresh air,
away she goes a hurricane
tolerate she will not,
me going great pains.
Yet, loves me so much
as a princess of yore
always cursing the boat,
can not navigate to shore.
Nothing is physical
in our love
wagging tongues
all hand in glove.
Beauty a trap and
love being a cage
Wonder! gets entangled
even a sage.
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Oil slick
Black gold balckens blue surface
oxygen barred from pumping life
ventilators go missing in hospital.
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Slow and steady wins the race.
Aesop in The Hare and the Tortoise
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The Conqueror
Deep insight into our complex mind
and one finds
I
dominating our lives
hub
around which revolves our existence
touch, taste, hear, see and smell
senses
like crossroads
creating diversions
difficult to navigate
a path straight.
In the maze of selfishness
mine, yours, ours, theirs
nothing matters but
I.
Once perception of reality
and realization dawns
that
I and you are not
we
but ONE
one becomes the conqueror
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Rac
.
A journey
From present to unknown
Must be worth its salt
Final destination alias last halt.
Lo!
Karma forces one to wait
RAC
Screams the fate
Life span always been a guessing game
Death never seems to be a good looking dame.
RAC now
Cry or wow
Journey till end gets more fascinating
Waiting to be berthed, for no more waiting.
Enjoying ultimate destination
Depends on one's karma & attitude
Show HIM or not
Any gratitude.
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Bad Company
Fatigued and exhausted home coming makes me restless
As if I am swallowed whole by the emptiness
Stacked famous ones whirl around, pity me
As termites start digesting me
Spider webs decorating walls
House lizards playing ball
Bed-bugs play hide & seek
Rats sprint on rugs
Mosquitoes sing
Buzzing
flies
Melodious
Cricket's chirping
Frog's croaking, all keep me
Awake whole night yet fill my emptiness
With their presence without which my life
Would have been one of emptiness and loneliness
Getting rid of them from the core threaten my existence
Yet I am bent upon driving them out to be with HIM in ONENESS
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In real life, it is the hare who wins. Every time. Look around you. And in any case it is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market. Hares have no time to read. They are too busy winning the game.
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The Truth
Nothing but the truth
I stand by the truth
The truth is my portion
And my salvation
So do not believe in illusion
Face reality and act positively
For how you feel
Is different from what is going on
Blaspheming and evil
Is the act of ignorant of the truth
But surely there is a reward
For goodness and evil
No matter the circumstances
The truth will prevail
Although the truthful path
Is difficult to tread
But take heed and lead
For the truth is the light
That guides our way
They reflect on what we say
So they say
We are the truth
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Emotions Walk
Sorrow took the bus
to town and met
Happy at the square
but Happy was too busy
so Sorrow went on
vacation with Solitude
who though a bit crazy
was quite a listener, dude
Sorrow decided to change
his name and so became
Relieved, Relieved ran
a marathon with Happy
hare, and Sorrow the
tortoise like snail, Relieved
was not in the perpetual
competition between the
Tortoise and the Hare
and reflected the scenery
better to the spectators there
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