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feel and endure

visualise and experience

spread around and support

realize and stimulate

discover and understand

appreciate and approve

elaborate and ensure

resolve and restore

rejuvenate and reform

show the path and be with

how to learn and instill

rescue and be alert

behold and bestow


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Uncertainty is killing
It’s very unforgiving
Making life confusing
Not sure of future that’s coming.

Uncertainty is a state of our mind
When no answers can be found
For the situations that are not sound
As desperation is taking over the ground.

Uncertainty is always there
Feeling that life is going nowhere
Bringing sadness that’s difficult to bear
Pouring problems onto in full gear.

Uncertainty is not certain always
It comes and goes in life as phases
Bringing periods of dark days
Surely, they will be testing times.

Uncertainty will face the defeat
When you refuse to bend at its feet
Having will power stronger than concrete
And the readiness to fight it and beat.

Uncertainty can surely be handled
Have positive thoughts fully loaded
With determination to face the grind
Praying with faith and hopes abound.

Fearless Shelter

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Death chasing me, I chase your beauty with
Never say die passion not so hard but delicate
Place of your heart,
But bad intentions spread all over
Not let one step toward each other
No sign of blinking is enough, to live on
Bonded beliefs signed on paper seems
Humiliation of relation
And ask anybody for a cup of tea and chat
Feels underestimating cheap like whore
And what is exposed and disclosed self bio
So both never dare to ask and uncertain
Of positive reply from, live safe in moral
Trap very better
Losing one unique chance of meeting of two souls
Like two planets encounter after thousand years
Yearnings only, found no shelter to die fearlessly

Backyard and Frontyard

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In the back-yard,
Spontaneous and talent-wise
Boundary, over boundary, single and others-
Each and every lively act of the magical bat
Enchanted the tumultuous crowd
To feel sporting in every winning or losing moment,
Emotional in their heartfelt expression
And proud to be a part of inspirational history.

In the front-yard,
The same thrilling act is still on-
But quite synthetic and script wise,
Well performed by a commercial rod
Ensnaring the luxurious mind and foolish brain
To feel more hilarious,
To become ever-blind
And compelled to be a part of a story-
Conceived and written by a non-sporting hand.

A Commercial Collision

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A big poultry farm-
a small step towards self employment
proceeded by three partners-
one is wakeful while others are sleeping
but they break their bread together equally.
except night, while a greedy fox
moves around the farm
embellishing itself with a hanging tongue,
and looks for a weak part of the fence.
Oh my God! What a commercial collision
that the fox collides against the active partner
who was also moving around the farm
and licking the fence with his long tongue!
Very soon, tongue handshakes with tongue,
a whispering cartel is made active,
a secret part of the fence
is made weak diplomatically.
and the stocks of chickens
starts disappearing one by one
to satisfy the more and more
hungers of the two amazing shrewd and greedy.

A Devotee or A Beggar

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It’s not universally applicable
But some devotees of the divinity,
Seem to be gentle beggars
In the guise of humble devotees.
As a disguised beggar,
A devotee becomes a flatterer
Throughout his devotion to the God
As he keeps oiling him again and again,
Dropping his crocodile’s tears
In begging for his self-centered happiness
But drops neither tears
In showing his true love for his divinity
Nor his selfless formal inquiry
‘’How do you do my God?’

Might is Right

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An innocuous is quite objectionable
For living somehow in a forest-
Quite a haughty in whispering
In the ears of an innocent
‘’Might is right’’
And in showing its sharp nailed paws
And burning eyes to him
To turn his days into scary nights.
‘’Is he too stoic to be reformed ?’’
A philanthropist with a lamp in hand
Asks the mirror
But dies leaving the question unanswered
And the lamp extinguished.
In the darkness
A consequent narcotic solo
Reverberates in the forest,
Makes it drowsy
And bewitches the innocuous too
To produce breads, ladders, toys and others
For the heart-quaking wild whisperers.

I am not yours

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I am not yours,
But you are mine;
Just because of you,
My future will shine;
You are awesome,
I am just fine;
I like your smile,
It’s like a desi wine;
I like your style,
When you give me a romantic sign;
If you ever hurt me,
Surely, I will die;
But remember, I am not yours,
But you are mine.

A Floating Body

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It’s to be believed or not
But a human body is to be flown
Like a kite in the sky
Caused by the restlessness of brain
And its tumbling down to knee
Making head blank and weightless
And body light to float in the air
In quest of something more.
It may be the sign of abnormality
Yet eyes are indifferent to the symptoms-
Reflected from the wonderful kite-show
Exhibited in the open sky of hunger
Where all go as they like
As hands start beating their own drums
Guarding their own ears
From the invasion of others’ beating,
Feet run faster than the mind
To reach ‘’El-dorado’’- the golden dreamland
Trampling others’ feet,
Heart hides again and again
In the pools of the clouds
And makes itself more mysterious,
But the old soul looks thoughtful and disturbed
Before going for long hibernation
Wishing ’’safe flying’’ to the floating body.

Four Lines

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Who could not walk on street without help of others
Can he climb stairs of heaven alone in last days?
When death of illusions hides in this last encounter
Whole life lived as taken for granted
Now it must be salvation or pilgrimage but whole
Screenplay diverts to childish creeping for reality
Amusing words setting in obscenity this may be recheck
Of alpha perhaps they have hidden secrets of life
No any judgement was satisfactory to prove this love
Whereabouts of hearts of both
Visera of face and lie detector fails
My whole services and worries to protect and upbring
All of this home as garden, collapsed now?
I thought my result would be different from others
Yet everything is same story as others then
Why should I, ashamed to tell others?
In fear I may lose my dignity, status
Then what
All they would dedicate me on my sad demise
What they feel when not between them in four lines
As others do in newspaper

Waiting Matters

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Fast is man’s pace-
Rocketing beyond space,
Webbing across cyberspace:
Yet waiting has much relevance!

Mother Nature certainly is patient-
Trees have years inside seeds spent.
Buds wait for the proper moment
To blossom and waft their scent.

Eggs hatch on the precise date,
Feathers appear at the set gait;
Nestlings must but wait
To fly and for the season to mate.

Neither is birth fast or easy-
The womb must but carry
For the counted days the baby
Till the mother’s happy delivery.

It is after so many semesters
And studious, exam papers
Any university a degree confers.
Wait again for the job one prefers!

Queues are endless here and abroad-
Be it for the ration card or the green card,
Or for the green signal on the crowded road.
And the last wait is for life’s burden to unload.

What about me?

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Brother got a cycle on
his birthday, me a doll.
He pushes me away from
the cycle, I can only ring
its bell and flee.

Grandma boils two eggs
every day, none for me.
Eggs are bad for girls she says,
they make them ferocious and male.
But my legs hurt
in the running race.

Two tickets for the cricket match.
Father declared brother
and he would go.

Brilliant my teachers said,
send her for higher studies.
Father rushed to the Astrologer.
My husband turned out the maid servant.

Father divided his property,
mine was given as dowry.
As books can’t do dishes,
they put me on to the street.
Brother looked the other way.
What about me?

Bad marks…

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So beautiful eyes,
But still blind;
With gift of wild senses,
Yet no sense to mind.

Yes I gotta heart,
But comes with it, its ache;
Within me lies consciousness,
Yet it is not awake.

The same crossroads,
Again like before;
The same sadness,
Again the same heart sore.

My own blood suffocates me,
My own soul turns a blind eye;
In this battle of life,
I always ended up with a cold sigh.

I know I am talented,
But the world doesn’t agree;
All that which lies within me,
The world is not able to see.

I will prove my worth,
I will do something big;
To show off the treasure buried in me,
I need time to dig.

Luck hasn’t been my biggest strength,
Nor has god been very kind;
When it comes to scoring marks,
Unfortunately my stars have never shined.

But I haven’t given up,
Like you I still play under the sun;
I have survived the battles,
And I’ll win the war in the long run.

Don’t try to sympathize with me,
I still have self-respect;
I am good at everything but one,
And you need help in every aspect.

I have reached here despite obstacles,
I will go much further for sure;
It is you, who have got stuck,
It is you who need help and care.

The day I fell

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As I was walking hurriedly in the rain
I tumbled falling to the road wet
I saw my reflection in a puddle
Not only did I see me
I saw my face in two halves
One good, the other bad
I felt ashamed over that other half
Further I changed my way
Walking at a cautious pace
Again I came across a puddle
My reflection in it I saw
This time I saw it changed
Thank Heavens earlier I fell!

Just one

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The nation is one,
The foundation is one,
The religion is one,
The region is one.

The worshipper is one,
The monuments are one,
The mountain is one,
The rivers are one.

The theory is one,
The troubles are one,
The life is one,
What’s more???

The people are one.