Morning Newspaper
Recipe for intellect
A game for brain
News and views
Browse with pleasure or disdain.
Crimes of passion
Vagaries of politics
Sporting brilliance
Business frolics.
Love or hate
Ah or wow
Emboldening people
A must for both classes or masses
Isn't it true
Day starts afresh with it
Taking morning tea
Or going to loo.
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Mother
Happy Mother's Day
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Mother
A knight in armour
shielding her baby
from vagaries of life
getting herself embroiled
in hassels of bringing the baby up
weathering all storms
in the process
enjoying no recess.
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Nagging
A tear in her eyes make me wonder
a chance for patch up did I squander?
Never to complain..she, but questioning a lot
neither liked the questions nor liked the thought.
Life gets topsy- turvy, grilling when start
anywhere, anytime, at home or city mart.
when, where, why, how, who, what/s..........
inquisitor always testing your guts.
No chance for atonement
These word invented only for harassment.
Wish these could be wished away, ..... but no
Entire life hinges on these, try taking them away.
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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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Oil slick
Black gold balckens blue surface
oxygen barred from pumping life
ventilators go missing in hospital.
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Children of Lost God
Extended palms, seeking alms
sunken eyes, skeltoned arms
jaundiced skin, frail frames
children of lost God.
Ragged and shabby, looking ravenous
searching morsels of food, trembling and nervous
fighting the odds, weak but courageous
children of lost God.
Here, there and everywhere
at crossroads and traffic signals
selling wares of rich and famous
or washing utencils, running errands
at the stalls, dabhas, small eateries
under the hot sun or the sand
picture this, view not so grand
children of lost God.
Urchins of all ages initiated
into the crimes of different hue
slowly but surely they age to their prime
getting black listed under who is who
death stalks them every now and then
making them prey on a sly
yet they survive
forcing death to give them a bye
children of lost God.
Sodomised, molested or getting raped
gender distinction is never made
the claws of mafia so strong
have no choice but to go along
children of lost God.
Aquiring all vices
no saviour in sight
in time of crisis
abused and used
have no emotions of their own
ocean of tears not to be shown
children of lost God.
Their images haunt
future in them taunt
aware yet unawares
concern for them seldom we flaunt
children of lost God.
Oh God Almighty
help them find the lost God
free them from this bondage
now act and spare the rod
let them recover
lost childhood, innocence
and battered image
children of lost God
children of lost God.
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Published
Poet within
experiencing writer's block
warned to quit me.
Brain threatened to go barren
launched searched for fertilisers
couldn't afford the misery.
Happenings around fertilised the land
emotions and feelings sowed as seeds
inked the saplings for its feed.
Flowered every seed in various genre
reaped the harvest for everyone to read
the greatest consolation.... SATISFACTION
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Life Graph
The way I perceive the life
shrouded in the mystery
its up and down curves
none can guess but destiny.
Challenges, the hall mark of life
paint it with red or green
acceptance of failures gives direction
success gives a sheen.
Biggest philanthropist, the life is
providing opportunity at every stage
those who grabs it with both hands
ink their name on every page.
Life graph is never smooth
and should not be so
death is defined by a smooth line
a beating heart must know.
Vagaries of life draws its graph
So never pity it and destroy
bonded, life can never be
crib not dears but enjoy.
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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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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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Musings
Beauty is fire, flame its youthfulness
novice if you are, will burn your fingers.
--x--
Silence has its own tongue to stress
lips move not, for love to express.
--x--
Hate has no takers, omnipresent is love
Some crazy always try to breed hate though.
--x--
One sows another reaps, a human nature
Alas! None feels for the actual creator.
--x-
Live life lamenting or laughing
Choice is yours, go weeping or singing
--x--
Useless for the boatman to row with an oar
if never one wants to reach the shore.
--x--
Throughout life Oh GOD! searched for you
soul left the body, only then could I meet you.
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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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Operation- an acrostic poetry
Operation scheduled for today postponed for next day
Patient's anxiety could not be weaned away
Experts came again to check their specialised part of the anatomy
Rating the patient fit for the surgery
All of a sudden the OT activated to the brim
Tension mounted on paramedics and the nearest kin
In the OT the patient was ushered in without time to waste
Oxygen was administered with emergent haste, but
None could stop the soul to exit to rest in peace above.
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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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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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Kashmir: a fire within
Kashmir: a fire within
Kashmir of our dreams
remains only a dream
subconscious playing games
it seems, like a jigsaw puzzle
with no real solution in sight
feeling like a wandering kite
some materialise in reality
some not
our Kashmir dream has not
that is a pity.
Politics overriding our feelings
our leaders
wavering & dithering in dealings
none to blame but ourselves
we lost our own bearings.
Fanaticising, not our cup of tea
route to violence abhorred
sacrificial lineage
never inherited such stuff
road to our dream seems always rough
walking through the serpentine roads
talks, discussions, elocutions of no use
ship drifting on slipped moorings
predicament continues.
When we loose
we loose
winner takes it all
but they won’t take our consciousness
supreme and tall.
Let saviour
be our language
guiding force be our cultural heritage
and
the legacy of our ancestral knowledge.
Under the trail of those mutilated bodies and seething anger
keeping alive that spark in ashes
rise we shall like phoenix
for those at helm
to shudder.
Let us build Kashmir of our dreams
wherever we are
whenever we can
we lost one
let us create ten.
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Takin' Care Of Business
You get up every morning
From your alarm clock's warning
Take the 8:15 into the city
There's a whistle up above
And people pushin', people shovin'
And the girls who try to look pretty
And if your train's on time
You can get to work by nine
And start your slaving job to get your pay
If you ever get annoyed
Look at me I'm self-employed
I love to work at nothing all day
And I'll be...
Taking care of business every day
Taking care of business every way
I've been taking care of business, it's all mine
Taking care of business and working overtime
Work out
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If it were easy as fishin'
You could be a musician
If you could make sounds loud or mellow
Get a second-hand guitar
Chances are you'll go far
If you get in with the right bunch of fellows
People see you having fun
Just a-lying in the sun
Tell them that you like it this way
It's the work that we avoid
And we're all self-employed
We love to work at nothing all day
And we be...
Taking care of business every day
Taking care of business every way
I've been taking care of business, it's all mine
Taking care of business and working overtime
--- Instrumental ---
And we be...
Taking care of business every day
Taking care of business every way
I've been taking care of business, it's all mine
Taking care of business and working overtime
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A Cinquain
Poser
A difficult question
to judge brain potency
brain racking experience
puzzle.
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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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The Lost Love
Quote
'Behold me not
with your lovely wide expressive eyes
I have no words for appreciation
you may be divine
withholding your desires
I am a mortal
yielding to
basic intentions.'
Unquote.
Remember the day
when we had met
I had said so
and you
blooming like a lotus
opened your arms.
I remained a mute witness
to a ravishing storm.
We never knew
what had struck
a volcano of possessiveness
or a love bug
both destroyed us
before we could shrug.
Ego made us discrete
pride to tweet
on cross, we put our relationship
space, we never wanted to yield.
Trust we lost
faith never gained
post-mortem we did
but it was never the same.
Where love has gone?
Where should I find?
Alas!
we have forgotten our way
In our daily grind.
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Random Poetic Thoughts
Life
sand squeezed in hand
slipping involuntarily
merging with sand,
ultimately.
Peace
everyone wants
only some,
foot the bill.
Death
disguised serial killer
striking at will.
War
game of politicians for business promotions.
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