I sit in an enclosed room
rather a securely closed house
secure in a sense different
closed in a way equally challenging
Yet I feel insecure
apprehensive rather
scared in a way
frightened in a tone
a stroke here
a beat there
a slam with a force
a slap and a blow
with the blood in my hands
I stand aghast
I stand there at the behest
I stand in a test
it could be for the best
Look, I like a terrorist
Look, I like the one
who killed the guard at Ottawa
who stormed into a cafe at Sydney
who brutally massacred the innocent in Peshawar
Well, in a way, yes
it was seven at one stroke
a striker with a prowess
fearful do I seem
not to prolong anymore
I annihilated seven mosquitoes
altogether in a powerful strike.
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Massacre
Hundreds of innocent children
ruthlessly massacred in broad daylight
lie dead with blood all over.
With Mid-December comes piety
the routine changes directly
an awake at the early hours
followed by a bath at the wee hours
a quick clean of the front yard
a draw of design in honour of the Lord
kolam as it is known all over
flowers at the middle exudes beauty.
The temples elicit a striking endear
the musical melody enhances the cheer
the diyas modestly throw a light dim
the priests chant the mantras in grim
divinity encircles the surround
devotion overwhelms in an abound
an experience of great enthrallment
Margali extends an exalted attainment.
Today morning I see a bright sun
shining gay and with fun.
Hope it goes through the day
as terrorism 
could erupt in the way.
where it could be none can predict?
The apprehension gnaws through the vein
wants to ask is man really sane?
Why does he behave so atrocious?
it is a case of psychological excess
Why this happens none can predict?
With that in mind, a prayer comes across
let us not take any risk in a toss
let us unite together in all earnest
sink the religious adherence at best
Will this bring peace to the streets?
The world is so big and small
big in the area it covers
small in the mind it holds
a contradiction could be in that
big and small go together good and bad
The land and water the world has
extends from the Arctic to Antartic
the minds the world possesses
ranges from religious majority and minority
those being Christianity, Islam and Hinduism.
With the vast scope available world-wide
found in commercial and connectivity
the mind still nurtures a hatred, fanaticism
instigating a riot and a rebellion in every place
with a siege and terrorism all too much to accept.
The fear to live goes accompanied by an attack
the innocent in an exclusive cafe held hostage
scared and shaky they stay there for hours
the man with a gun sets off all of a sudden
with the big world being rattled and shattered..
Today it is Sydney, yesterday it was Mumbai
tomorrow it could be any city or hamlet
Where could we sleep in peace?
Where would we wake up happy?
expecting a day that would dawn
and a day that would
see dusk in bliss.
The neem tree in my garden
has grown in abundance
branches spread on all sides
with leaves sprouting on every place
a theme of contentment prevails
as I look at the huge tree so great.
A shelter it is to all who pass by
a place of rest to the tired
a meeting place for the hawkers
a play area for the children
a theme of contentment prevails
as I look at the huge tree so great.
It is a tree that gives no money
it is but a massive one almost a waste
says my neighbour with a heave and sigh
requires labour and time to sweep around
a theme of discontent prevails
as he looks at the huge tree so great.
He knows not the indirect benefits he derives
a
walk down the lane which lay bare and treeless
would teach him a lesson in a short period
the breeze he enjoys around his home
soothes and smothers his body and mind together
a theme of contentment he would understand
the next time he looks at the huge tree so great.
The deliberation is underway
with a series of interpretations
could be this and could be that
would work out such a way
would end up with a difference
all cram up and gush in sequence.
The designation is not right
a lot of instigations in sight
could have been this and been that
would deliver an opportunity
would end up with a difference
all go ahead not in a streamline.
The destination is far off
with a list of places intermediate
could be this and could be that
would intercept on the way
would end up with a difference
all cross the road in a deadline.
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Me A Mystic
The phone rings continuously
know not from when really
goes on without a break
not enough to shake
I sit there like a stone
as if without a bone
Why did I not answer?
I am not very sure
This happens not once
takes place with a bounce
Why do I act so quixotic?
Could I be a mystic?
I do dream a lot
and mostly get caught
I live in a reverie of my own
nothing to do with mysticism in tone.
Wrote I poems day after day
some met with readers in a way
others found little response in the sway
that made me not gay.
Yet, I write day after day
without a break and play
I met an unknown face in the fray
she turned to be a light of ray.
She gently showed me the right way
cheered me up with a lively hey!
gave clues to me 
in a warm say
Now, I have come a long way
She pops from nowhere till today
enthuses me to do the best always
familiar she has become in a way
closer we get to know each other day by day.
It is a long time since
heard a voice rise up hence
not one from the people
but from the powerful
not he a politician of credit
but a bureaucrat of merit
not with an ordinary post in terms
one of the top executives very firm
talks, not in tune with a government
speaks a little different with atonement
says he that “Made in India
should change as “Make In India for India”
truly he is a man “Made In India:
and behaves like “Made For India”
as he stays back in his country
with his overseas honours degrees
an Indian who acts with prudence
not obeys with undue reverence
Hope, you got my reference
he is Raguram Rajan a man with a difference.
(The Governor of Reserve Bank Of India)
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