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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.
----o----

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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.
----o-------------
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Destination Unknown

Im getting outta here cause theres too many complications
Yeah Im getting outta here dont get driven any information
And if they ask you for a number to call just say Im gone thats all
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
If anybody wants me just say you dont know the address
Cause Ive had enough of the confusion and the madness
And should anybody ever try to stall, just say Im gone thats all
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
Im tired of playing other peoples games
Tired of waiting for some things to change
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
Im tired of playing other peoples games
Tired of waiting for some things to change
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home

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Death

"Death"
Our seers say
"is evident
The ultimate destination of life
No body, no face
Life is transient
Oh dear, why fear
Embrace it with grace"

What a claim?
treat it with disdain
death is human
in flesh and blood
moving around, around us
why destiny to blame?

Behold
skeltoned beggar
starving farmers
terminally ill patients
sex-workers
locked out labourers
young widow of a martyr
victim of rape
refugee in own country
mentally and physically caged
wronged by the system
in every way and shape
death personified at its best
north, south, east or west
living dead
in them death manifest.

Death
inherent and visible in
overboard authority
merciless terrorists
brutal nexalites
mindless arsonist
misguided egoist
deadly adulterist
drunken rich brat motorist.

Death is lurking in forms
having flesh, blood, body and face
without heart and soul
no charm, no grace
nothing to embrace
but to wither and fade
as destined and ordained
in a natural way.

That is
CHEATING DEATH
attaining ‘ mokhsha'*
our ultimate goal
putting to the rest
our own soul.
---o----*liberation of soul
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The Journey without shortcuts

The Journey traveled without shortcuts,
is a journey worth taking.
For there are no shortcuts,
to any place worth going.

The destination does not matter,
but the Journey to it does.
For at the destination,
you will not learn anything.

You will not accomplish much either.
On the Journey to it, however,
you learn many things,
and accomplish much.

On the Journey,
you learn. You learn that,
'We are not human beings on a spiritual journey,
but spiritual beings on a human journey.' (-my good friend Joe)

So travel hard,
and travel well.
Choose your companions wisely,
and leave everything behind.

Never look back,
always move forward.
For 'Yesterday is history,
and history is miles away.' (-Matthew West)

But never forget anything either,
learn all that you can,
and treasure the good times.
Then this Journey will be like no other.

This is the Journey,
of life.
Our life here on Earth,
so don't take shortcuts.

This Journey won't be easy,
but you have a guide.
The guide will never leave your side,
and he will carry you through the rough terrain.

He loves you more than you will ever know,
and he gave you this Journey,
so travel it while holding his hand.
You are not alone.

So again,
never look back,
but don't forget either,
and don't stop.

Don't take any shortcuts,
run the whole race.
You are not alone
on this Journey,
the Journey of life.

(13 Jan.2009)

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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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Mother

Happy Mother's Day
------
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.
---0----
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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 at Play, God is at coherent Display!

Life itself is a journey,
Enjoy it like kid,
Being a child with Children
Being one of them is Spirit
`Beingfulness,
Not look at the road and traffic only like a driver,
Know every inch of the route,
Just as kid enjoying nature around,
No hurry in reaching the destination,
Only enjoy beauty around,
Take sufficient time to learn,
Learning new things,
good and updated,
Learning and enjoying like a kid,
Healing all of Self in Essence,
`Happiness in heart and spreading it around..! ! !

Beauty of nature watched with clear vision and wide eyes,
Beauty of life around,
Appreciating whole heartedly,
Just absorb the beauty into heart,
Let it bloom like beautiful flower!

Find Joy in work,
Perform duties joyfully,
Completion of job will bring blissful satisfaction!
Children are flowers in God's garden,
They at innocent Play look beautiful, and thier smile shine the smile of the God,
their innocence is where one can learn philosophy of life,
Isn't it God
at coherent Display?

Journey in a journey,
Dream in a dream,
Is essence of a dream life,
It is your own, enjoy everything in righteous way,
Using brain and listening to heart,
Balance between,
Emotions and intelligence,
Great will be experience with kids, I one play with them like a kid!

We enjoy company of one another just like children in this journey unknown!
Never bothering about destination!

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Perhaps A Heaven May Be Waiting...

A road winding up to a misty top
Travelled by men with feeble limbs..
The journey never ends.
Where should they halt for a while?

This road gives no options
It winds on with an obstinancy..
The men pant and ponder.
What is the solace to these men doomed?

The sky would have been the better destination
As the transperant elemant isn`t that brutal.
Before you begin to tread the road laid by others
Ask a question, ' Shall I? '

The mist over the unknown tops infinite
Never fades out for you, further the road winds on..
And you will curse the day,
As the world looks on.

When you go for a trekking
Let the sky be your destination.
In the wilderness of the infinity there
Perhaps a heaven may be waiting...

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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.
--o---
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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.
------x-------
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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.
--x----x----
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My Destination

The distance is not so far
Time is very short
It has to be utilized properly
My journey takes me to my destination
The world knows my destination
In a few seconds
In a few minutes
In a few hours
In a few days
In a few months
In a few years....
In every moment my journey takes me to my destination

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Perpetual Journey

It came in a dream
-the journey never lasts forever-
It was borne by a dream
- every road has its destination -

A road less traveled
seems the most arduous road of all.
A journey unplanned the most animated
- ensuing a distant call -
brought on by their thoughts, their longings, hopes - their fate.
Their destination already in mind’s eye
possessions sold for attaining a distant goal
not knowing whether submission merits attainment.
A leper reaching for Olympic gold.

Still - the uncertainty of what the future holds
turns routine to adventure
obligation to favor
exploring together the reason for being in unison:
Bridges crossed never are burned
always having a safe retreat
Springs drank from always left to replenish
an abundance to drown in on defeat.

Traveling

A road leading in on itself
a journey prolonged excessively
a journey in itself justifying the destination
the journey ultimately being the destination

Till then being cold feet on hard pavement
seeking hold on the tunneled gloom of desolate track
yet being at peace and contented
showering the journey with roses
reliving every moment whether grievous or elated

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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?
--x----x-
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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.
---x----
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JOURNEY - to my journey

Who says life is a journey
not a destination
and man is the captain
of his fate

If life is a mere journey
heading towards its goal
and the goal itself
conceded life
it ceases its journey

If man is the captain
of his fate
then why some men landed
in a tragic shore

thus, what is known is the unknown
what is certain is the uncertainties
what is fix is the unfixable man's destiny

don't be dismayed to the unknown
the uncertainties the unfixable yet destiny

Enjoy along the way
take each time
pace by pace

and your dreams come eventually
visions turn into a reality

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Cruise Control

Like a boat
inspite of warnings
wandering in sea
in choppy waters
Life
offering
rollercoaster ride
negotiating
high and low waves
of expectations, aspirations,
omissions and commissions
trying to steer clear of
miseries and illusions
bogged down by
wavering & dithering decisions
sailing to set destination
yet drifting to unknown
then
anchoring to gauge
and wriggling out of
self created mess
by self control
and meditation
directing the ship
to desired destination.

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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.
------------x----
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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.
-----o------
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