Month: November 2010

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Revolution Of Gold


Revolutions  are so  many,

Which break the  thicket   dreary

By committing deeds  bloody,

By  insinuating speeches  fiery,

Resulting in  deadly eventuality.

 

 

The Yellow metal soberly,

Has turned the stones briskly,

By  rising gradually ,

To shoot up suddenly,

In a  buzzing move   graphically,

To an unassuming level sporadically.

 

 

Revolutions have  an end,

As they have a set trend,

Which is exhibited  in a brand,

Of high  vibrancy and demand,

While slowly the tension disbands,

Settling to  a subdued  strand

 

 

 

Will the same behaviour be  seen?

In the golden sheen.

Which emits an opulence  clean,

Leading to a grand mean,

Masquerading a royal   queen,

Resigning to a  modest lean.

 

 

 

Today it races ahead,

Tomorrow it will  behead,

But the thirst will spearhead ,

A  demanding   price spread ,

Soliciting a tumultuous  thread,

That of  an imposing  surge dread




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A Messiah


In a land of racial bias,

In a place of economic malaise,

In a sequence of  physical violence,

In a circumstance of mental disgrace,

Where the world is in turmoil,

While the nations remain unbalanced,

Where the universe is in  a grip of turbulence,

While the countries slip into a devastation,

As the people target each other,

Creating a pandemonium of ill will,

As the men delve deep into animosities,

Opening  the box of Pandora,

Letting out  a swarm of bees,

Bustling with  chagrin and vengeance,

Buzzing in a shrill crackling  intensity,

Spreading distress and fear,

Implanting desire and greed,

Implicating evil and misery,

As they involve  in a manipulation,

Of cruelty and atrocity,

Evolving a disarming scenario.

An expectation   of resurrection,

From the bondage of  satanic  hold,

Keeps the troubled soil,

In a note of consolation,

Lifting the head towards the sky,

Focusing the eyes on the glide,

Expressing a sombre serenity,,

Espying the gradual descent ,

Of the redeeming Messiah.

Will he save the mass?

Will he discharge justice class?

Will he  deliver peace  fast?

Will he ? Will he?

Cries the grieving heart,

Wishing a transcendence  straight.


 

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I Remember My Mother.


I recall the  golden hours

When I was caressed by you

I retrospect the  days,

When I was reprimanded by you

I think about the years,

When I felt close to you

I recollect the period,

When I was scoffed by you

I recapture the events,

When  I was blessed by you,

I restructure the  anecdotes ,

When I was ejected by you.

I saw the two sides of you,

The good in my younger days,

The bad in my older  years.

Let the affection  be  a  dream,

Let the friction  be  an illusion.


 

 

I  remember your  unfathomable  love alone,

I retrace  your  cherished thoughts alone,

I   renew your  graceful behests alone.

Which   have made me ,

What  I am today,

Which has given  me the tenacity,

That I carry with pride..

Which  has  endowed me with acumen,

That   aids me in my progress,

It is an inheritance,

That  none can deny me.

 

 

I hear  your   firm voice

Bidding me to  work hard,

I visualise your  stern eyes,

Commanding  me to talk less,

I feel  your  strong presence,

Ordering me to do more.

I see in your  astounding execution,

Great skill and talent,

Which you  have passed on to me,

Which none could  grab or plunder.

 

Yet , you in course of years,

Fell down from your elite status,

Of comfort and luxury,

Tumbled  down  from your citadel,

Of fame and name.

While ,I stood watching your ignominy,

Helpless  but in profound grief.


.

 

Ma, What went wrong ?

I failed to ask you,

When you were alive.

I tried many a time,

But I never got a chance,

As you were not yourself,

In your last years,

A mere helpless puppet,

In the hands of many,

Who came not from your tribe,

But from a disaster zone,

Robbed you of your pluck,

Deprived you of your luck,

You knowingly or unknowingly,

Became a weakling,

Both in mind and body,

All  at the same time,

Which pushed  you tooblivion,

Never to catch the glory,

Which was yours in prime.

 

Oh! my dear mother,

Rest you in the grave,

Like a  poor lamb,

Helpless and ignorant.


I still remember you mother,

Not as a lamb,

But as a Lady,

Highly talented and competent.

Let me live ,

With that precious memories alone







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A Rivulet Sings.


A tiny stream of water,

Gushes down the path,

Holding across all,

Tortoise, frogs, and fish,

Moving along in,

A happy band,

Making noise all over,

Chattering and croaking,

Gleefully and merrily

While the tiny rivulet

Sings  to itself,

A melodious song,

That of life and blood,

That of vibrancy and velocity,

That of cheer and humour,

That of fineness and lustre,

Miniscule magnifies the trifle,

Trivia enlarges the small,

Small enhances the  beauty,

Beauty  merges with divinity,

Thus forming a plane

Of essence and vitality,

Renewing faith and trust,

Invoking prayer and benediction,.

Which ensue a grand denouement.