At the cremation

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Those lush blue eyes rich in dreams
Shadow the vanity of its youthful grace
Alas, grief not love
Seems to be smitten by her
Suddenly and unknowingly it pounces
Upon its prey, as it always does.

It thrusts my lifeless form
Upon her well planned life
Shattering and scattering its pieces
All over, her ghastly face
And steady gaze seek answers
Not a place for a painful tear.

A steely glint creeps up to her eyes
For now she is a mother
She keeps up a stoic silence
Throughout her tremendous sorrow
For the healing of the soul of her child
The herculean duty on her tired shoulder.

I see her jaws clench and a muscle twitch
Beads of perspiration on her brow
Making her mind up, she is
Determined to face the hardships coming
Building imperishable walls around her
Forbids her vulnerable self from taking over.

Alas these developments are intercepted
I know not how
Barbaric traditions rip off my love’s courage
Imploring her to slash her strengths
Tying her up to their morals and values
They break her brave choices.

One last time dress up like a bride
They say to her
One last time do what you can never ever
Shearing her down to living ashes
They punish her for no sins of her
Smudging her life with distress and despair.

Tricking her into believing this is the end
They comfort her and console her
Push her into dark wiry tunnels
And the game of fate this is, they say
Masked creatures, these relatives and relations are
Inflict wounds and gladly bandages they make.

The neonate hero in her heart no longer beats
Asphyxiation gets to it
Once again at the cremation of a man
The guardians of traditions and customs
Manage to rob the last left morsel
And wipe out the essence of the woman, a wife.

Life of a Struggler

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Never I was bad in academic,
My boards were too fantastic.
Destiny changed, in a college I took admission,
Then Lady Luck threw me into worst condition.

Long ago, I graduated and my struggle days started,
Gradually, I am getting more broken-hearted,
Wandered hither and thither, knocked every door,
Achieved failure which I never expected before.

Many ridiculed, as my career almost ruined,
Some friends went away as the blowing wind.
Dad supported as well as my mom,
Someone held my hands in that fiery storm.

I am frustrated rather than sad,
Frankly speaking, my condition is very bad.
Acquaintance thinks I am suffering deeply from alcoholism,
But my mind is full of various negativism.

Hope one day all these tensions will go,
Like a cold wind over my hair, it will blow.
To achieve my dreams, still I have to strive,
Pray to God, till then I remain alive.

Humans or Puppets

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Who are we?
Puppets of someone,
Or Puppets of something.

Perhaps Puppets of something
Dreams’ desires
Lust’ greed
Virtuality of happiness
Reality of pain
Stupidity of emotions
Providing the driving force
To run the hollow, shallow system.

Maybe our assumption is wrong.

Perhaps its Puppets of someone,
With interesting, amusing expressions
Stalking you
Judging you
Watching fom sidelines.
Giving you choices
Giving you hope
With satire in the eyes.

Playing with a page
First line starts with birth of Puppet
Last line ending with death of Puppet
And leaving whole page blank
With satire of fireworks.

Maybe both of our assumptions are wrong
Or we can fill the middle blank page
With puppet of something
Completing the whole page
Completing the fate of puppet.

Nature

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God has gifted us this beautiful nature,
But we humans are very mean creatures.
Trees are the green lungs of the earth,
But we humans are cutting them since birth.
Rivers are our country’s lifeline,
But due to our foolish activities they are in decline.
Glaciers are melting and global warming is increasing,
But we humans are least bothering.
Now it is time to take serious actions,
So we can save our Earth from dangerous reactions.
Now it is time to plant more trees,
So our future generations can freely breathe.
So let’s make this planet green again,
So we can dance again in rain.

Dreams

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In between the past that are being yesterdays
And the future that carries the burden of hope,
I sewed the truth of present.
I knew earlier that this would happen.
The dreariness realized during the day.
The restlessness realized during the night.
Unexplained! You filled the cosmos.
Even if there are many colors,
For my fiery love,
For my revolutionary vigor and
For the blood I scattered,
You gave red gulmohars.
And in the glimpse of that memory, I live.
For my uncharted wanderings,
There is no beginning and end without you.
In the parade of failures; I, me, myself being the truth,
I’m once again searching for the enigma that you are.

The Ladder

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Thy came into being like any other,
I knew not, what I would become years later.

Grew with lots of sunshine, wind and water,
Cheerfully, swaying with glowing stature.

Day came, when we were slaughtered,
And was tied and pushed and pulled there after.

Became pieces and nailed to fixed together,
And there upon treading started one after another

Was treated with utmost attention when engaged, by the climber
And was carted upon the task got over.

Yet, I remain at peace contented, as I have enabled many to scale up ward further
And that has brought a meaning and purpose to my life holder!

A bad dream

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In the room fraught with darkness
Some white shadows appeared
Glared at me with smirkle smile
Buzzing noises filled my ears
With throbbed heart I laid in despair
Buried my face in the blanket
But who could stop those shadows to invade
With silent scream my body shook in fear
As I woke up everything disappeared

My Love

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I sit in my gallery waiting for my love
To enjoy my first summer in front of the red candle light
All the year long
During the festive mood
That gives me a smile on my bright face

A Prayer

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Oh! Lord, I pray to thee
Neither for money nor luxury
But I pray to thee
For your firm hand to hold me
I pray to thee
To give me a chance
To serve the old age and the sufferers of this world
Let me die in peace
And never in grief
As I am weak
You are a source of strength
As you are a great physician who heals
The unwanted people of this world

London Rhymes

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When you’re bored you want an Adventure;
Then you think about Aquaventure.

It’s better you go on vacation;
Instead of studying stupid dictation.

Now let’s discuss about the place;
It’s kind of a hard case.

The price was too much in Trivago;
So I decided to hide in London Cargo.

I visited Big-Ben Clock;
It sounded like Tick a lock.

Christmas

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Christmas, Christmas time is Here;
Time for Joy and time for Cheer.
Oh! Christmas Christmas I can’t Wait;
So please don’t be late.

All the presents and all the Glee;
Goes under the Christmas Tree.
Mother Mary please give Birth;
To your precious son who will rule the Earth.

So all the happiness and all the Joy;
Goes in your heart whether you are girl or Boy.
It mostly happens on christmas day;
You can spend it in any way.

The Fortune Cookie

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Cents crawled over Baga
The fourteenth from right
First from me
White tarpaulin flew over
Dispair of the vend’s derm
Adorning the last few cookies
Wind chimes tickled an anvil
Bucks for the Fortune Cookie
Honey brown teint glued my glasses
Bare eyes longed to rest
Lips to feel the first kiss
The rough skin held my hands
Lips inches apart
Ouch! That hurts!

Tongue blood bathed
And me noticed its opening
Unchaste! Winking through the hoods!
Its demonic beam savouring it all
Akin the day sweet chirps tooled it
Tearing its hem with the peak
I stumbled, fings escaped
The cookie embraced the sea
Glasses reflected the dirty dance
Gusts sanding my tearfeds
Brought in a thump
Across the left blush

The silver foil read
NOT YOUR STORY.