Billboards defy Man
they are incorrigible
in their ways and means.
They induce Man
to buy the unwanted.
a dire consequence.
Eliminating them
will make the world
resemble Heaven.
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That Ought To be.
A passiveness cannot be termed as an obeisance
an obeisance cannot be called a subservience
a subservience cannot be noted as a fear
a fear cannot be called a terror
a terror is not permanent
it dies within hours.
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Drift Of Life.
I know not where I am
into the clouds I go
fly and sail
into the water, I float
swim and dive
into the eternity
I find myself
drifting slowly
nothing can stop
none can object.
A bond invisible
navel and umbilical cord intertwined
belies science
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Think Not of Anything .
Fascinated by nature’s beauty
even a grass hold me for a while.
A twig is one of interest
it’s shapes, branches, and brittleness
make me wonder at the dispositions
the facets of the natural dimensions.
I see leaves all over
one small, one big and the other broad
the lines running through them
the shapes tell us to which they belong.
I spend most of my time
engaged in such an experience
that way I am blessed
not thinking of any other unwanted’
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Chop The Baby
My aunt had a liking for me
always she spoke to me in glee
once she told me of her early life
that made me shudder in disbelief.
Her mother in law was rude
her husband was a dood
if not for her mother and father
she would have died long back rather.
Once her mother in law cried hoarsely
grabbed my aunt’s newborn savagely
threatened to chop the baby
into pieces. It might sound crazy.
My aunt stood brave and undisturbed
it is this stoicism that won her accolades
she thwarted all her in . law’s schemes
with prudence which became a great redeem.
So she lived all her days
fighting and surviving in a chase
she is her twilight days
a woman who demands a praise.
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A Workshop.
A workshop
editing, correcting and reworking
a great task.
It is a day when my throat is out
speechless I am all through
now and then this happens
my throat goes out of order
people in my land, India.
take a vow not to talk
mostly on Thursdays
a day of the Guru.
call it as Mauna viradham
this they do with a determination
but to me, it is God Given
when I am down with a bad cold
and incessant cough
my throat would get stuck
and I practise Maunam
A bee
buzzes all around with a flee
an engagement in glee.
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Like it–Haiku
Like it
the bird’s early morning tweet
being extremely sweet.
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