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Today’s Life

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Today, everything has changed
Everyone’s schedule is already arranged

Tons of contacts are their in our cell
But few of us know, how many are well

All are busy in achieving something
Wait for a while and think, have we missed anything?

Postmortem

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Wherever it may be
He lost his precious life
And his life strings went awry
And his body is lying in formless state

Is it in the Kashmir
Where blood shed is normal on every day
Or in Bombay
Where bombs are hurled In the form of high explosives
Or in faction ridden states
Where murders of the humans are a daily chore
Or in encounters engineered by state police
Or in the retaliation measures initiated by aboriginal

In whatever form it is his life was taken away forcibly
And the same has become hot news for the media
Eye for eye and slap for a slap is yesterdays norm
Now it is set one for ten or one for hundred

One hero will push on for the propriety of all oil wells on earth
And the white man as just zero supports him all the while
The two thus feel in apparent sense that they are the master minds
Behind every calamity or climax happening in the universe

One makes heroic attempt to destroy the great mosques
And the other fellow acts on foreign authority’s orders to disturb temple atmosphere
On destruction of national properties the traitors will have
The currency love and his poverty beholds it in high esteem altogether

However pathetic the criminal acts are
Our protecting force can’t trace them at their roots
And allow them to slip on to other countries with very much ease and comfort
We look at them as mere spectators and allow them to go Scot free

The humanity is striving hard and straining every nerve to live long with green sheen
But the demons who don’t deserve sympathy at all, take law into their violent hands
And demonstrate their loyalty to other nations that are quite against our peace and prosperity
Traitors pray for patriots’ destruction all in all segments without an iota of failure

The Way

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When he told
“Don’t talk”
I decided to follow.

When he declared
“Don’t listen”
I deemed it my duty.

When ordered
“Thou shall not see”
I obliged obediently.

When my voice turned musical
no ears were there to enjoy!

When my ears were tuned to melody
there were no masterpieces!

Emotion absent in all
more so, in father figures,
empathy minimal in most
more so, in blood relations!

Yet, my dear-
survive to challenge the shameless,
endure to extend battles subjugating the spineless,
live lighting lamps of bliss!

Rough and Soft – II

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Beautiful blue green Earth has red hot lava at the core
That erupts as volcanoes and cools down as solid rocks!
Mountains and rivers, meadows and flowers beautify Earth;
Also, joy and sorrow, birth and death constitute routine life!

Egg or hen- which came first? And what is the end?
It’s difficult to speculate over and decide about finally!
Between rough and soft, love and hate man lives life
Though they look to be extremes are connected in life!

Between extremes man oscillates in life in this world!
It is up to him to decide about what end he likes to meet
And accordingly he has to choose the sort of life he likes;
So, both the extremes man has to take in the same way.

Rough or soft, rough and soft the course of life will be here
And success depends in the way he completes the course!
Nature has destined man to be so in this beautiful world!
So, lessons of experience only guide man to live life well.

Rough and Soft – I

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The spoiled people listen to the villainous speeches
Although the day’s heat is at the top most pitch!
But I listen to nightingale’s song I like most
As its easeful voice is as joyful as a good feast!

Choice of love for hatred is a most welcome medicine
As it’s natural to cool down heat to keep up human nature!
Rude fellows and gentlemen move shoulder to shoulder as
Good and bad, day and night, birth and death are common!

Hatred and love, anger and humour, lust and love are such
That they fluctuate in the social life of men in the world!
Strong handsome men and lovely tender women live as
Flesh and bone, sweat and blood, nail and skin together!

Stone and fire, matter and energy, body and spirit are
Two in one like Siva and Sakti by Nature in the world!
Spirit in Space and Time, Matter and energy creates
Great wonders in the Universe vast and wide everywhere!

Strong mind and soft heart make perfect in one human being!
For every hard cover there is a soft inner core in general;
Hard ploughing on rough soil generates soft corns and grains!
Extracting rough ores only we get fine metals, silver and gold!

Inside the sweet fruits there are hard nuts and seeds too!
Inside the hard nut only there is very soft kernel, know!
From the energy only matter is evolved in the course of time
Also, from the atoms only enormous energy is released!

On the sands ashore

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Wandering on the sands ashore
Gathering shells of the yore
I wondered who was there before
And what imprints the sand underneath bore

The setting sun in the background
And mounting noises around
All mark the arrival of the dusk
Beginning their daily task.

Flying kites and Corn sellers
Camel riders and Fortune tellers
All in a game of survival and joy
With their many a strategic ploy

Survival and joy just balance each other
One giving the right place to the other
Like the waves trying to wash the shore away
But are drawn back farther away

Here there is joy in survival
And each day alive is another carnival
The dusk, to their lives is a bright dawn
It is their only source to live on.

Week Ends

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Weekly on all week ends
I feel strong to match any strain
I go to the shelves IN ALL BENDS
Converse with them cordially WITH A MIND TO GAIN

I search on the web for needed info
And try to enlighten my self duly in TERMS OF expo
Poetry columns go to the veins of my heart ON TIME
And rejuvenate me and my health all in good terms

I dial to dear ones to know about their welfare
And always desires to feel free like a Neem tree
I spend with the family and friends discussing all zones
To keep myself abreast with all fresh news not declaring as one with none

So I love week ends
Because they have no loose trends
Though I feel weak during week days
I plan well before to spend week end in delight in all possible ways

Squarely against

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My heart turns as hard rock
When you play its love STREAMS down to unknown sea depths

My mind wavers in heavy gales
When you play odd games SPORTING against all my genuine wishes

Mt soul slips into soar thoughts
When the sweetness of my expression is encountered with paleness from your eyes

What should I do?
And how naturally should I behave?

When you are oozing hot fumes all around the world
How can I be cool and reflect soft moon shine?

When you desire to blaze like the mid summer day’s sun
On all my aspirations and hopes
With all the newly invented arms and ammunition
And smash them to ash DUST
HOW to keep myself calm without eschewing all these unhappy tunes?

With so much of uncompromising negative attitude
Pooh-poohing all my trials
To establish peace on earth
HOW CAN I PRAISE YOU AND YOUR ACTS
COINED SQUARELY AGAINST HUMANITY?

At the height of IT

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The clock strikes ten every night
And so I am lost for the day and never am visible at all in the distant sight
Eye lids weigh so heavy indeed
Hence I’ll call it a day for all the practical purposes in act and deed

I’ll retire to bed and relax trying to forget things in the past
And pray God, the almighty to pardon me for all the acts surely not in their best
Let the human face and the interiors of the body, mind and soul win the race so fast
To live and let the peace to live permanently for ever on earth in its utmost crest

On the sands ashore

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Wandering on the sands ashore
Gathering shells of the yore
I wondered who was there before
And what imprints the sand underneath bore

The setting sun in the background
And mounting noises around
All mark the arrival of the dusk
Beginning their daily task.

Flying kites and Corn sellers
Camel riders and Fortune tellers
All in a game of survival and joy
With their many a strategic ploy

Survival and joy just balance each other
One giving the right place to the other
Like the waves trying to wash the shore away
But are drawn back farther away

Here there is joy in survival
And each day alive is another carnival
The dusk, to their lives is a bright dawn
It is their only source to live on.

Exams… Reason to live!

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When exams are near,
What’s the reason to fear?
It is the most important part of our life,
Because it teaches us how to survive.
Not only the exam you give in your school,
In your class and on the paper,
But also the way how you unfold
Life’s strange moment’s rapper.
To be successful in all you do,
You have to be just honest and true.
Whatever be the tension or pressure,
Remember you already have a treasure…
It’s your conscious and your soul,
Which leads you to your goal,
Without being betrayed and immoral,
You will be The Hero of your role.
In every exam u give,
And in the way you live,
Just be good and do the right,
Be sure
You will win every fight.

Guilty Pleasures

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Multiplexes, coffee shops,
Lounge bars, restaurant rooftops,
Designer labels and fancy fast cars,
All contribute to unblemished souls and zero battle scars.

Spa treatments, first class air tickets, a happening night life,
A rich, dashing husband and a trophy wife,
Even charity causes,
All meant to be flaunted,
Without a care in the world for the lesser privileged,
Or the simple things in life that we all take for granted.

New age spiritualism and yoga,
All filling the coffers of the likes of Deepak Chopra.
What will it take to set free,
The mind, the heart, the spirit, and the soul,
Will humankind ever be allowed a reprieve?

Disenchantment

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Sitting before the sea of sickness,
As a person waiting at the evening of life
I stick on to the ‘Sanskar’ channel
Where moral values are taught in seriatim

As a youthful guy my grandees glue to the sports channel
Where pastimes of present and past are viewed effortless

As kids my great grandees always gum to their chairs
Glancing the geographical channel and cartoon serials

But all girls, women and grand mothers watch unfailingly
The serials that teach animosity, villainy and crookedness
Are they disenchanted with menfolk or with their own class?

Aftermath

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Why? now a days
Sparrows, crows and other birds
Are not meeting together
In the green fields on
High commanding seats
Overseeing the growth particulars
And the cropping patterns
And also enquiring about the delight and despairs
Of the families depending on the crops alone

OH! Has it been taken over by the vultures
Due to recent globalization tactics
My God! Who will be the victims
Except the hard working cultivators

Nestle

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Where is nestle? Where are my birds?
Dreams are cloudy, smiles are dull
Drops of rain are rare, drops of blood shed
How are they wounded, why are they wounded?
Where are they dumped? Are they deserted?
Why are they not flying?
Are the wings wounded for the ants to move?

Where is nestle? Where are my birds?
Turned the clouds to rain and dusk to darkness
Turned the dreams to lust to turn life deadly with ruts

Where is nestle? Where are my birds?
Lonely they feel, lovely they move in thirst,
Lusted by oasis never to reach, my birds fly high to die
Lulled by pleasures of the world unknown

Where is nestle? Where are my birds?
Heal the wounds for my birds to fly
To flutter their beautiful wings and fly high and high
To seek and reach the nestle of love at home
Cry of you, mom – my mother land, I listen ruefully.