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It may be Tom ,Dick or Harry.


The passing frenzy got a cut off,

As it  focused  on a spin-off,

The twist to the turn was  stealthy,

It tried to depreciate the  wealthy,

As they dodged the authority ,

With power and audacity,

Dictating terms and  means  discreetly

Promising a handsome  hand out in the  transaction neatly,

Caught  in between the   forceps of control,

The officials succumb to the submissive role,

Playing the art of corruption impeccably,

In anticipation of the fortune assured enormously,

The quick money flows spontaneously,

The unaccounted money gushes out irresistibly,

The gigantic  rich became monstrously  richer,

Accumulating treasures in the form of gold and silver,

Diamonds and Platinum take the foremost run, 

Mercedes and BMW’s  add to the fun,

Islands and resorts  work up the billions,

Cruises and planes  amount to the trillions,

Mansions and retreats call for much more,

Philanthropy   claims   a torrential  down pour,

Educational institutions and hospitals   get their share ,

 As they cross the mind of the  Forbes top man’s dare ,

The imperious disburse their  surplus to the needy,

As though they  are parting with their hard-earned   money,

Which ,in fact, is the collection of wrong accounting,

Which , in truth , is the  securing of  details  recounting,

Which , in all seriousness, is  none other than robbing, 

The average  man, the poor man, the lay man of his throbbing,

Abducting the majority as a personal achievement,

Disbursing the miniscule as a  charitable endowment.

Let me assure you it may be anyone of us,

 It might be  Tom of  Wiltshire  Pathway ,

It could be Dick of  Macrohard,

It could also be Harry of Resilience.






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Aggressive Speculation


This is going to happen cries the heart,

This will happen warns the mind,

Nay,it should not take place whispers the heart,

Yep, it will certainly dawn orders the mind,

The heart whimpers and  wails,

The mind guffaws and laughs,

It is heart breaking indeed!

It is mind-boggling  in fact!

Uncertainty claims the life,

Unusual fear fills the  heart

Making it suffer and derail,

 Casting a poignant shot,

Leaving an indelible mark ,

Pain settles in,

Finally taking the life out,

Throwing the heart into a jungle


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Elegy for Terrorism


A decade packed with terrorism and violence,

Ten years of fear and turbulence,

Has made the world gape and  nervous

Rendering a  disaster  diabolical and grievous.


Oil rich nations are in turmoil  serious

Vying for power and wealth  tedious,

The western nations  bereft of oil,

Seize the  unrest by activating a foil.


The disturbed countries fall a prey,

To the ambit of the western sway,

Giving place to  war and death,

Where their own kith lose their breath.


The displeasure found an expensive target,

In the twin tower attack which beget,

Innumerable innocent lives  in a wink,

Grazing the tall structures to a blink.


Spearheaded by Osama  Bin Laden,

The destruction was an episode that saddened,

Millions and billions all over,

Leaving them  defunct moreover.


Obama carried a shoot out in Abbottabad,

Where Osama fell to the gun shots bad,

Came an end to the terrorism of Osama,

Brought out in strict secrecy by Obama.

With that terrorism should get away,

But still there are few ingots in the fray,

Who  have to be handled with care,

To eradicate the remains of terrorism in full fare.


A small hope shoots up,

A little desire spurts up.

Will the world be a land of peace?

Can Mankind exist with ease?


 

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Writing on the Wall


Forests are thick and dense,

With wild animals  treading  hence,

Lions , tigers ,wolves , bears roam,

Over the ground marshy and loam,

It is dangerous to go alone,

Is the writing on the wall’s tone.


Land is large and extensive,

With people wicked and oppressive,

Frauds, villains treacherous,deceits loiter,

Creating a terrible disaster,

It is a diligence to move  about,

It is the writing on the wall’s shout.


Economy is caught in the midst of  turbulence

With the currencies depleting in value  of  reference,

Manipulation, greed, misappropriation, cheat are agog,

Implicating a pleading insight to  an economic fog,

It is a deliberation to  business,

It is the writing on wall’s resonance.


Glancing on all potential cautions,

The desire to live becomes a notion,

Reflecting on the  goals of future,

Life has to go on with a closeted nurture,

Intimidating is the clairvoyant call,

Which is the writing on the wall. 


 

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An Ode to Cough


The mercury is rising high day by day,

Humidity sets in with  great sigh,

Alas!air cons and fans struggle to cool the sphere,

Brought in by torrid warmth all through the rear.


Perspiration kindles a discomfort in bounds,

The body gets sweltered by the fiery hounds,

An unusual breathing stifles the heart,

As the phlegm in the lungs strikes an onslaught.


The persistent cough comes in quick succession,

With a bow-wow bronchitis eruptions,

The phlegm rolls up the throat  like a ball

Knocking at the respiratory track in frequent calls.


The congestion strikes the vocal cord harshly,

The incessant cough nettles the laryngitis deeply,

A reddish tinge  and an excruciating pain emanates,

As the patient is in a terrible  turmoil stagnates





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A Dead Man Lives


A man is dead a decade ago,

He still lives in the form of his  ego,

He feigned simplicity while living,

Know not why he desired wealth after dying.


Does not it sound quite  contrary ?

Nay not it looks real contradictory,

Living want more to hold – comprehensible

Dying long more to hoard-incomprehensible.


The will of a testator is a documentary evidence,

Reveals  his  wishes and   implantable  reference,

Dividing  his estate among the beneficiaries  ,

 By imposing   fair and justifiable decrees.


This specific testator of talk,

Kept  himself  the entire block,

Delivered them to his executors,

To  carry out his  last wishes and  orders.


The testament  is interpreted different

In countries of his  estates inherent,

Bequeathing  to sons in one land,

Endowing to grandsons in the other land.


Whimsical as it may appear to all

Mischievous in real  sense to call,

Rendering a laborious legal  toil,

To sort out the entangled coil.



The dead man is   turning in his grave,

Recalling his wishes in a save,

He is dead for long in body,

He is alive till now in his “Last Wills”  body



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No More Mad Rush


Gold is lying over there uncared for!

Gold is strewn over there  afar 

Gold is found in heaps and piles ,

Gold is thrown out  like broken tiles,

Gold  lies untouched by anyone,

Gold  brings lust to none,

The yellow metal lies  dormant and idle  

The shining commodity  lacks sheen and bridle,

I go on with my untrue   false ramble 

I wish it becomes a  truly real preamble.



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Going To Polls


People go to polls with an expectation,

Hoping for a change in the composition,

Of governance and administration,

Having in mind the progression,

Calling for a healthy representation.

 

Politicians go to the polls with an expectation too,

Anticipating a wealth accumulation unto,

Of land and money altogether into,

Counting the currency and commodity  too and too,

Relying on a resounding victory all too.

 

 

Elections  took place  in Tamil nadu with full force,

The leaders campaigned  the polls with an intimate browse,

Extending Televisions, laptops  and few grams of gold  in the course,

Rambling out promises in a high throated  roars,

Fooling the people in well  conceived  pros.

 

 

Karunanidhi claims a victory with ease,

Jeyalalitha harps on a triumph of full freeze,

Each engaged in a prattle  of unhealthy tease,

Battling on an embittered  seas,

Awaiting another innings with most appease.

 

 

Penny wise pound foolish  is the Tamils motive,

Pounding  on free throws and  sops  like a captive,

Gaping at the  gaudy sly leaders  like a fugitive,

Enthralled by the politicians  gestures in a transitive,

Tamils follow them in a trance and thrill emotive.

 

The leaders  with their family march ahead   with a  pace,

Clinging to their children both  legal and illegal  in  trace,

Carrying with them a wholesome baggy brace,

Putting forth an ever smiling and charming face,

Creating a significant thoroughfare of grace.

 

After few months,

 

People  sell the televisions and gold in times of need,

Poverty  in  no little time strikes  a blow on the breed,

Leaving them in the mercy of the  political creed,

Terminating the  mirth  into a bloody bleed





 





 

 








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Gone With A Storm


As a toddler I saw balloons  floating  in the  blue  sky ,

As a girl I saw kites flying up and up in the  sparkling  silver  sky,

As a young lady I  looked up at my degrees blowing up  in the  beautiful orange sky.

As an old woman I gaze at my birth rights rising up in the dark grey sky.

Right! My  stakes are  visible nowhere now in the dense dark sky.

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A Desert In A Platter


Every delicacy is laid out  with great care,

Every entry is taken care off with attention rare,

Every possible way is chalked out with minute  tare,

All things are set in exquisite style calling it fair.

 

The stage is well set for the game,

The parties look for a medium to blame,

They locate no such disqualifications  to name,

They settle for a  compromise all the same.

 

Suddenly controversies and conflicts get ahead in a speed,

Rebellions and revolts race swiftly in a lead,

The finality draws to a close intensive bleed,

Succumbing to the  afflictions  of a strangling breed.

 

Bombshell and grenades cause a tumultous loud,

Shrieks and shouts  keep the land  in terrible cloud,

Collapses and fall downs attempt a consideration shroud,

The rejection of peace  and joy is felt  aloud.

 

The dictators raise a hue and a cry,

The revolters agitate for freedom and try,

The West  stealthily creeps in a sly,

Eyeing the oil  wells with a  shy.

 

The desert falls a prey to the  conspiracy ,

Its  wealth is robbed in high frequency,

The self proclaimed leaders  deal with a piracy,

Along with the Western assured tenancy.

 

The emptying of the platter is  swift

The treasure gets almost over in a regular  drift,

Oh! No! the oil wells keep on supplying   like a gift

Unmindful of the  turbulence and a wicked drift.