Writing is passion
making me go beyond reason
is it treason? 
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Taken off—– Haiku.
Having taken off
for a ride by men
she became mad. 
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A Vanquish
Let me tell you
that there is going
to be a happy event
that of a victory
of man over his greed
in a short while as of now
he is going to conquer it
by his wisdom and control
aiming to become a human
once again with a chest full
of sympathy and understanding.
Do not have your fingers crossed
as if it is not going to happen
since two minds would bring a fallout
as this is the most important attempt
for mankind even glorious
than man stepping on the moon
for this vanquish would be recorded in
red in the annals of history
as a day of Contentment
while we celebrate days for fathers,
mothers, love, independence and
what ever comes across in our life
this would stand tall dwarfing
all other days in relevance and spirit.
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Newspapers On The Tread
Reading through the papers
find news not of peace
but of death and murder
that of robbery and accident
of late much of rape and death
little ago about divorce and separation
In the business journals read about
scams and scandals in the offing
insider trading and Ponzi schemes
causing a lot more of scoffing
that of manipulation in auctioning
of money laundering and depositing
in Swiss banks for high security.
Newspapers carry news from all directions
news not of merit but of discredit
leaving not the sports world alone
where sex determinants and inducer
play a havoc while misbehaviour
and rude talk enter the galore
robbing the spirit of the games.
Not reading the news would prove a blessing
as we are not aware of the crudities of man
believing that he still remains a human
much above the animals in reason and behaviour.
But as all that goes not well with man
as he succumbs to pressure and tempers
losing his humanitarian spirit and kindness
which go to make a remarkable difference.
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A politician with billions
with a stock of bullion
about to make a trillion
longs for a thousand .
He extracts the amount
from a small timer’s recount
as a spoil for accounts
apportioning for black.
What is he up to?
a friend in incognito
put forth questions two
unanswerable by me too.
Thinking for a while
and analysing in style
my friend brought a file
which exposed the vile.
Bribes small and big
covers like a wig
concealing the rig
from the sleuth’s dig.
Money that comes in
gets out therein
knows not wherein
it goes without a din.
Trillion he might have
thousands make a shave
making him very brave
till he reaches the grave.
Keeping peace is straight hard
as men are prone to actions good and bad
Actions are vital for progress
without them there would be a redress.
Actions just and good bring peace.
They induce a satisfaction and a please
by ensuing a prosperity and development
adhering to a lively indictment.
Actions unkind and bad bring destruction.
They instigate a displeasure and infection
by impelling a downfall and retrogradation
holding on to impish demonstrations.
Man knowing all this veritable considerations
goes on with his ill-conceived remonstrations
causing trouble within and without
disturbing peace and creating violence.
Creating an endowment
needs great sensitivity.
Taking it up all throughout
requires an endurance.
Maintaining its decorum
necessitates a tact.
Withdrawing from it
is a plain surrender
exposing the inadequacy
exhibiting the frugality
laying bare the inefficiency
altogether a fallacy.
The give up raises reasons
leading to discussions
dissecting the pros and cons
finally lending an acceptance
and sealing the chapter
closing the issue thereon.
My grand-daughter
made a swift swirl
glided through
with nimble steps
all in a flash.
She called it Ballet.
I tried to do
had a fall
slipped through
with faltering steps
all in a trash.
What shall I call it?
Thinking that you have lost
brings you badly down.
The thought sticks in your mind
pulling you entirely down.
lost is an attitude abstract
that happens in the mind
That which is lost gets
back to you intact.
it might sound unbelievable
but it is most true.
Losing your childhood innocence
you become an adult reliable.
Does this echo a funny concept?
Ridiculous as it might be
it is the growth personified
that makes a precept.
Financial loss is another factor
that maddens the being.
Wealth dilutes and diffuses
if not deployed in a profitable sector.
Wrong investments bring trouble
leading to a terrible loss.
Well, that is a temporary disruption
akin to a frothy bubble.
The loss of mind is a worthy drop
pushing the man to a flop.
A complacent mindset should bore
the rise and fall in a prop.
Nothing is lost in the game
with winning and losing
are two sides of the coin
indicating a gusto same.
A street hawker named Jack
had things in a big pack
that hung on his back
while he went on his track
calling people to buy in a quack.
Quack he cried hoarsely
as his voice was roughly
like a cracked one horribly
breaking into high and low incidentally
sending an unpleasant tone awkwardly.
All that much for his voice
he had a knack of selling toys
by drawing the kids to a choice
of puppets and straw dolls in poise.
which they bought amidst great noise.
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