In Hot Pursuit on Our Trail
When we made a fleeting visit to that highland,
in East Khasi Hills, Cherrapunji where perennial rainfall
keeps it the wettest place by both monsoonal winds.
The sky was blue with fleecy clouds
and in occasional slight drizzles we roamed happily.
We looked around lush green forests in the vales down
but no grassy stretch, the sheep found there to graze.
In parky weather, the pale-faced tribes live in small shelters.
We drove slowly to the border of Bangaladesh
and came back to the plateau in the evening.
Suddenly the Sun hid Himself somewhere above
and a frightening monstrous wave of darker clouds
was chasing behind our car like the tsunami - tidal waves.
The driver was in his highest speed but he stopped the car
when the rainy clouds shrouded the whole place.
We remained there in a darker world and a heavy downpour
was giving us a tumultuous welcome with noisy claps.
Half an hour later, the road was visible.
No floods! No pools! Rain- water took to its heels
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Could he Love her to Eternity?
' You are the queen of my heart! ',
he said to his classmate from a rich family.
' Are you a prince to love me? ', she queried,
and drove him away with fiery looks.
' You're the Juliet in my heart! ', he mumbled,
to a doctor in the peak of her trade.
' Like Romeo, you die first.I make an autopsy
of your body to find out love in your heart,
and I die next', She yelled in Bret Lee's pace.
He came out with a sweaty face.
'With the recession in IT field, no dog looks at me',
he thought, and with guts, said to a lecturer.
' I will love you even beyond my last breath'.
' Many-a-boyfriend have recited this line to me
and fled off the scene like bees.Search in face-book',
she, the daughter of intercaste parents, said with tears.
' Don't you be kind and hurl a glance on me? ,
he begged a girl sitting on a bench in the park.
' Show me your right hand palm', she pulled his hand
and said: ' The heartline breaks in the halfway. I'm sorry',
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Social Change
Oh, you are an assessor weighing gold,
sitting in that silent counter cold.
Your half- broken- pot, husk and blower
have brought you up slower.
The banks have got a social change!
There goes he on a two-wheeler nice
not in that rural barber’s guise.
“ Hair-Dressor”, the name he got
once he left that village rot.
What a change from his abode of flies!
A timber-dealer in that noisy shop,
never allows his old ware trade to flop.
With rags he was in a shack;
but now he does all with knack.
A shift in place has put him atop!
Oh, you that black-smith waited for grains
and lay grilling in the hot summer near drains!
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A Shaman Feared Than To Predict Me
My student guided me to a shaman
said to be having occult powers.
With his supernatural powers,
he would call the good spirits
to drive out the evil ones from his customers.
I went there to know from that superman,
the whereabouts of my brother’s killer.
A huge crowd gathered before his hut
on the bank of a river, on auspicious days..
Till midnight, he would be a normal man.
After midnight, with a chain of bells,
tied around his hip, he prayed to the deities
of the Hills of Ghosts, danced and shouted,
bit the throats of two or more cocks
and drank the blood oozing out with roars
and called a man by his original name
and told him to find his stolen cows somewhere.
Another lady trembled and danced with rage
and fell on his lap and stopped her cries.
He smeared sacred ash on her forehead
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Water! Water! Water!
“ By triggering this switch
I want to pull down myself
and this highest tower of this city”,
He cried aloud in the seventh storey.
The clerks and executives ran down
shouting a psychopath armed with bombs
was to demolish this structure.
Sensing danger from the cries,
the people from the floors above
rushed out yelling”suicide bomber! ”.
The police and the fire wagons came
not waiting for a written complaint
and climbed up inch by inch.
They advised him not to kill himself
and they urged him to tell his demand.
”There is a national threat
by these alien terrorists”,
people blocking the road spoke to each other.
“Our service registers are in the tenth floor,
I’ve no hope of getting my pension”,
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Murderous Rage
The human behavior
Is strange to suss about.
A husband slits the throat
of his adulterous wife.
The wife strangles her hubby
With the hand of her paramour.
The lover becomes the poisoner
When his deep soul goes astray.
Some brutes with a wild mindset
chop off the heads of their beloved
and carry them dangling to the police.
The doctors too are killed
when their treatments to the ill fail.
The realtors and the growing politicians
are hacked to death
The mafia gangs assault in day light
and after the mayhem walk of leisurely.
The terror outfits strike at crowded places.
Students wield guns and choppers
and the teachers preach in the grip of fear.
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Train No: 6009
Mumbai Mail is a jail
causing me to pass through terrible ordeals
station by every small station,
where its hooting woke no one.
As if to bail me out of my strain
an old money lender with his wife
got in and sat opposite at Wadi.
Snacks galore!
Plate after plate
they were emptying
and driving away the beggars
by waving their hands,
when their harsh words
failed to keep them at bay.
In two, three places
they went out, gave sweet packets
to their kin who touched their feet
and blessed them by snuggling them close.
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Shake Narrow Preachings Off
All races have their origin in one cell.
All the blacks, whites and browns are one.
Were you grown in wombs for ten months
to die early for the cause of religions
and leave the mothers to weep till their end?
Religions catch them young
and teach them obsolete imports from the holy books
and transform a cross-section of them
into open or hidden extremists.
The stocks of narrow ideas are replenished often
with false interpretations of the holy books.
The politicians take the sharp arms of religions
either to seize the throne or not to lose it
If cunning is called intelligence,
the priests in all the cults are brilliant
in shaping the minds of the young
to be martyrs for their cult.
When some countries are in political turmoil,
grown out of religious terror,
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Reckless but Tactful
Reckless he was in driving
the City-Bus with a loose brake.
' A rash driver', the college students
who travelled by the foot-board
called him in fear and respect.
He borrowed a lakh of rupees($2000/=)
from a careful creditor.
As usual the lender deducted
five percent for interest
and with two percent he insured
the life of the debtor.
Being rude and short-tempered
he would blow the horn aloud
frequently in the busy road.
If any two wheeler-rider
cross-across the road in front,
he would shout, 'you whore's son!
You want to send me to jail? '
But he had received threats
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The Problem between the In-Laws
Whether the experienced mother-in-law
or the newly qualified daughter-in-law,
both of them suffer from some cursed flaws.
As the cold war started since 'Creation'
has never ended between 'mother and wife'
the dude tries his best to convince them both.
He has to cock his ear towards the side
from which the whispers he hears
or else all of them have to be on fast.
If he colludes with one,
the other will go to hell.
If they play cat and mouse
what can this man do with feigning creatures?
His wife would conceal the healthy nuts
and at night before her husband, would ask:
' Why didn't you eat the Cashew nuts? '
and his mother would smirk and say:
'You youngones must eat the nuts to live long! '.
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