The Merciful God
He was a dreaded, notorious thief
Once in panic, went to the God's door-step
God was out in the garden site
watering the plants with a hose-pipeline.
The thief came running and fell at His feet
confessing his sins and wept at length
begging for his mercy and to make him refined
on his return, he promised to live as a saint.
But, God was hesitant and returned to His room
to consult his PC on the truth of his claim
The thief was alone watering the rest of the plants
hopefully waiting to win his merciful grants.
There in the third row, there was a dense orchard
all the leaves were 500 currency rupee notes
but he could not resist his age-old temper
tampered the leaves at will and kept on to plunder
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The Fumes From The Silent Valley
THE FUMES FROM THE SILENT VALLEY
She is a widow with a girl child
joins our office on the grounds of compassion
at the age of 29, her dreams are only half-baked
left to fend for herself, she has to rewrite the episodes
In plain sarees with a speck and clean face
on to her job alone, allowing no room for complaints
as if a robot with no nerves or desires
she packs off daily, as a strict, self-disciplined lady
she never takes to canteen nor borrows nor chit chats
but she is the talk of our entire complex
even her departed husband would have a sigh of relief
that his wife so sails high, setting great standards
how long should she deceive or deny comforts to herself
there is nothing wrong in getting married again
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Working Class - Zindabad
WORKING CLASS - ZINDABAD
She is a working lady, plus-two passed,
not a white-collar post, nor a BPO
or of fatty pay in a public sector
no well-laid, centrally cooled posh outfit
canteens to refresh or free-bees to count upon
no unions to protect -
or the day would pass
by the mere ticking of the clock,
Irrespective of the man-hours lost
or spells of maternity rests
with guaranteed pay packets,
no choice of leave, sources of loans
no yearly bonus or incentive for extra work load
or has any weapon or rights
for stoppage of work, at the slightest issues.
She is a hard working lady, with a burden to care
a family of four, father and mother are daily wagers
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Boiling Point
BOILING POINT
My beloved husband comes late in night
Knocks the door with a fouling scent
If delayed by a few more seconds
Would slap me on my face at once
He sits till nine in his office seat
In a jungle of papers all around
Not of devotion nor of fun
For men of action - bribe satisfaction
Lot of money he showers on us
A posh house, BMW, a host of vague comforts
With all the gates and windows always closed
We remain as puppets, because he suspects
Just at twenty, my father had a faulty dream
That men of high post were of worthy deals
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Two Sections A & D
I was a dull boy, in studies
during high school days
In 9th standard - D section - where
below average minds were only dumped
since, all my co-students
were also of same mold,
teachers used to be strict and harsh
still, we struggled to get even pass marks
Sections A and B, full of proud students
with an air of superiority, as intellectual breeds
they never mingled with the pollutants 'D'
the co-ed girls of our own class too
preferred only boys from the ‘bright sections'.
In quiz, Chess or inter-school meets
those veterans brought prizes and laurels
to the broad smile of our HM and teachers, while
we remained sidelined, as wastes & useless
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Indian Standards Time
INDIAN STANDARDS TIME
I am a Gold medalist university teacher
would know things according to the syllabus
if you come up with doubts little outside
I would only say that it is none of my business
I am an old- time thief
yet, I have a code of conduct and ethics
I would not come to steal you blindly
If you have suffered a burglary, current year already
I am a payment-seat doctor
you will agree, that I have to earn faster
your complaints on a disease, that I had left out under choice
cannot afford to miss you, as casualties anyway are much common
I am a foreign-aided, self-made preacher
can heal, and know by heart, all the Gospel Verses
but, I am not meant to enter the Heaven
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Paradise Closed - ‘Under Repairs
God was terrified to witness an EXHIBITION
Sprawling pavilions, plaster of Paris magic designs
Look - real monuments, fast-chain manoranjans
Massive lighting scheme, dancing ark light, wetting illuminations
God was moving slowly from stall to stall
With his mouth wide open in total disbelief
Costly exhibits, crazy crowds jamming all around
Money was poured out just like a fountain head
‘Desire is the cause for all worries' is Bhddha's dogma
Simplicity and charity are every faith's dharma
God was thirsty and had a Pepsi at triple the price
Up in the merry round, someone shouted into empty sky
'so called God, come & enjoy the ride'
He paused and stepped into an unusual tent
missing children were waiting for their parents to turn around
No signs of anxiety for the parents nor the children
Children were busy in video screens, with destructive games
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Two Teachers
TWO TEACHERS
When I was in
Viii th standard
slim, young, tall girl
was our class teacher
assigning a lengthy comprehension
to the students as exercise,
she would delve with passion, into
personal letters kept in the drawer.
may be her sweet-heart
from a distant centre;
hiding her sweating bodylines and visible distraction
she would pretend to be model disciplinarian
as an immature lot, we only watch
and forget much sooner, without
attributing any importance to the
blushful teacher's mission so hidden
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Two Women's Day Out
TWO WOMEN'S DAY OUT
My cell phone is ringing
special ring-tone, to alert calls from her -
it is my maid servant: in feeble voice
announcing her unscheduled absence.
our area is under power cut today
from 9 am to 5 pm
on routine shut down; added to it
no water in our flats' pipeline.
Vexed by these adverse occurrence,
I booked tickets in Express Cinema
with lunch to be managed outside.
costly alternatives, sometimes it so happens
inside the Mall, Baskin Robbins ice cream
Is Rs.130 a small cup -
Medium bowl popcorn Rs.70
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My Fair Lady
MY FAIR LADY
She is so reserved but neat and pleasant
Would not lift her face on any commotion
When my colleagues try in vain, to distract her attention
She remains cool in an emotionless perfection
I proudly recollect those rarest moments
As she walks down to my seat in graceful movements
To whisper a few words on routine official things
Making others envy - that I have at her some extra length
I have never shown any signs of love
Though, the seeds are sown and watered from within
For fear of her decisions, if my interests are known
I am still a novice for love and dejections
On her birthdays, she serves me from her lunch box
Pouring her heart in her usual musical voice
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