Month: June 2015

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economice Poetry treason.

A Marxian Economy.


Living with fear always

could deter your growth in ways

would some one break open, you ponder

would anyone jump through the fence? you wonder

puts you in a quandary all the more.

It is a peace that one wants

sleep and awake in peace, we cannot

be it   a sign of prosperity with reference

a pointer to good govenance

a way to enjoy life in real freedom

How many countries are safe?

could I say less than half?

no, can count them with the fingers

few  remain unfolded in a linger

be the plight of the world

Leads to the economics

could you c9780521793995all it dynamics

few are horribly rich

many are ruefully poor

the equation remains unbalanced.

This could be the reason

forces one to do treason

a fair proportion in riches

could answer these glitches

sensed by Karl  Marx long ago.

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good Love measure memories. Poetry

The Father’s Day To Me.


It  is Father’s day

seem to me very different

we had in our days

no such events

yet we loved our fathers

did not tell them loudly

admiration and respect we had  together

nothing into the cloudy

it was a subtle appreciation

we nurtured  secretly in our minds

Father to us was a creation

with much authority in a kind

we nestled close to our mothers

fathers stood a little aside.

Coming to my father

his immaculate white attire

caught all eyes rather

never seen him in any other colour

not very tall in stature

posted a smile always

that  undoubtedly won over

the hearts of many in everyway

a  gentleman to the core

dynamic and impressive in posture

sported a  twinkle in his eyes

could write a beautiful brochure

about his routine and ways .

Anyhow I remember him today

not for his genoristy or love

the measure he adopted  in a way

especially towards me in a proof

had made me what I am today

independent and stern in attitude

let me end with good old memeories

as they alone would make anyone k6094394happy.

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farewell. Poetry

The Wish To fold


As years run in speed

the vision of death appears near

feel a full life has been lived  indeed

it is time to pack the bags , my dear.

farewell

Recollections lead to a composure

the days gone were lively in a charm

wish to enable a foreclosure

could that not bring no harm?

Reliving the past is a task chronic

the agility has dissapiated

an enactment of the past will be ironic

as the energy has depleted.

Death stares at me for long

smilles at me with a satisfaction

I reciprocate with a song

set to music with  a joyful reflections.

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Poetry

I Am A Stone


Confusion keeps me locked

my thoughts are blocked

my mind is cloaked

my heart is rocked

my voice is choked

I stare at the stone

well, I myself astonem a stone.

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Boston Poetry revolution

The Boston Tea Party.


Over a cup of tea

decisions are taken  in glee

from the Boston Tea party

an iconic event in American History

triggered the American revolution

the tax on tea  caused the indignation

a  straw could light up the fire

so did the tax flaunted the ire

the Americans  dumped the  consignment

the ocean devoured the tea with excitement

the seeds of American independence was  sown

from then on the fury  of the Americans was shown

beware not to risk your authority all the more

never say  Boston Tea partylightly  it is only a cup of tea anymore.

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endure pass. Poetry

Ignore Adversity.


Better not to know

that which is adverse

be it in health or in life

endure and pass on

knowing is disastrous

drains the energy

fear sets in  unknowingly

that would kill you

even before the dreaded disease.

could be a wrong outlook

a deviation from the course

yet I do stick to it

would never stray away

that be zig-ziglar-quotes-about-not-giving-up-staying-strong my perception.

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angelic Poetry

Angelic Demeanor


I am not an angel

with all goody in me.

.I am not an angel

with piety in me.

I am not an angel

with  all kindness in me.

I am not an angel

with cordiality in me.

I am not an angel

with all smiles in me.

I am a human

with good and bad in me.

I am a human

atheism and narcissism in me.

I am a human

with kindness and ruthlessness in me.

I am a human

with cordiality and hostility in me.

I am a human

with smiles and tears in me.

One  who calls himself an angel

is a liar to the core.

One with all the goodness alone

is not a human.

One that professes to be an angel

is an actor as well.

One who smiles all the time

nurtures a vengeance  behind.

Try to have a straight face

hide nothing in a phase.

Try to be truthful  always

lies would spoil you.

Try to be helpful all the same

help is beautiful.

Try to be quiet and modest

would bring you prosperity.7361983_f248

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lose Poetry

Didn’t I win?


I liked to win

didn’t I win?

before or after

now and then

I lost as ever

lost did I ?

before or after

now and then.

Yes I did

lose is to win

so I won

with my loss

failure is a stepping stone

a step for success

so I failed

I stepped ahead

I strode a little too far

it was a misstep

I fell down

a loss once again

have to step once again

Shall I try?

Might step up

could overstep

finally a misstep

Lo! I go down

it is a slide

up and down I go

Up it is  a slow climb

down it being a fast fall

Win I not!

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I do not shun

as I step ahead

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concubines flesh. Poetry

The Women Of God — Devadasis


The women of the world

from days old

had dignity and style

lived with pride all the while.

A few of them in times

out of necessity in all times

succumbed to poverty

sold their flesh incidentally.

These few of the women

were looked down as concubines

a sect that grew in terms

places where rich claimed terms.

They were part of a society

patronised by many a respectable

yet would not get respect

an oxymoron in this aspect.

They in years came to be known as Devadasi

otherwise woman of God -the Devan

their girls became properties of the temple

while the rich used them in ample.

The Devadasis  or concubines in a  general term

grew in stature devadasi  slowly turned firm

many of their children refused to become one

primarily admonished  for loss of fun.

The concubines faded away into memory

the official stamp has become a  reverie

while the unofficial exists  in full even now

the lust for flesh vibrates in a glow.

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difficult ease Poetry

Easy Submission


it is an easy submission

so did it with the  least attention

lo! could not submit

for reasons not known

tried once, twice and many times

could  not complete the action

yes, at times the easiest looks difficult

while the difficult turns very easy.submission