The Truth

During the scalding summer, how much
We yearn for a chilling morn drizzle
When in the bone biting winter lurch
Don’t we pray for a sunny sizzle?

Which season man can bear; I marvel
Without a demur, to its full run
Yet swaggers he with synthetic preen
That he conquered the nature’s riddle

Come storm, Tsunami or some crisis
Man at last comes to his consciousness
Amidst falling contraptions of his
False conceptions and failed finesse

Whence sprouts from the ruins of reason,
Rationale and dialectics; the Truth
The vital Truth; that’s beyond his breadth
To see, feel, deal, conceive and reckon

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Oh My Splendour

You bring me back,
oh my young splendor,
the springs I lost
And echo in my ears
the sweet melodies
of cuckoos I heard last
In my dream garden
new leaves sprout,
Exotic hues blossom
On a floral ramp of roses,
jasmines and chrysanthemums
I see you walking with a beam
clad in a white silk sari
That is flying and fluttering
in air carelessly
With all airs about
caressing your silkier skin

When you sashay towards me,
like Vana Devatha

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Waning Life (Terzenella)

When you opened your eyes you found you’re old!
Your dreams remained unfulfilled, thoughts still crude;
Wizened, your hands are quivering with cold! !

Not long before you were in sprightly mood.
You thought of wading through the oceans blue.
Your dreams remained unfulfilled, thoughts still crude.

Of life and death you thought of finding clues!
To end the wars and find the peace, you mused! !
You thought of wading through the oceans blue! ! !

Now mind is creased; imagery is bruised;
Your pen is blunt and papers turned brittle!
To end the wars and find the peace, you mused! !

You churned and creamed the life, but too little!
When you opened your eyes you found you’re old! !
Your pen is blunt and papers turned brittle;
Wizened, your hands are quivering with cold! ! !

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Prophesy

The holy prophesies will sure come true.
No time the humans find to grieve and rue.
The darkest nights will glow with infant Sun
and days will cool with Moon in vibrant run.

His advent; skies are crooning, oh listen.
O' see the hopeful smiles of stars glisten.
Behold the rivers flow with glitzy glow;
hearken the oceans roar "Jayaho! Jayahoo! ."

Beware O' men; before that sacred dawn
the dancing demons of the darkness go
allegro! Blow their creepy clarions
and with askance and dread your hearts they stow!

I know; the hideous looks beautiful;
the beautiful frightens with face dreadful.
The right looks wrong and wrong looks right and lo
the searching saints are hit by panic blow!

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Quagmire

Mind rumpus; thoughts viscous; words pause
Vicious vagueness vituperates
Poesy prowls; never in poise!
Demurs to egress with prowess

Ticklish process it is, to pick
One thick globule of slick morass
That abounds our social precincts
It’s like opt’ng the best of the worst

Then ensues my usual address
Showcasing to the world, this slush
What a curse it’s to our progress
In abstruse poetic phrases

Read they, some with seriousness
Some with a snigger, unimpressed
All to forget in few minutes
Thus my dénouement rests and rusts.

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Life

Let people oppose, abuse,
Harass, talk crass
And become envious
Of your success

Let come losses, hassles
And inexplicable distress
And let collapse
Your concrete dreams

Confidence is the sorceress
And in her hand there is
Courage; the caduceus
To vamoose all this trash
To placate
Every swelling antithesis

Walking through the ruins
With smiling lineaments
You can still build

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A Dictionary (revised Version)

An eager beginner’s trusted cicerone
In the gossamer of abecedarian warrens
An ever-flowing brook beside a book-worm
Slaking his never-ending thirst for a fresh idiom
A writer’s permanent bed-side companion
On and on, blooming in him
Novel thought-jasmines
A poet’s handy spice-box of imagery
For use ready in his verse-cuisine
It is dictionary; our warehouse of vocabulary

A A word anew when learned opens the gates
To the splendid new world of ken and acumen

Let us master the word, its usage and spirit
Right and perfect and offer to our fellow men
Our best message, sweet, yet candid and straight

Oh dear English! The million-word-rich treasure
You are the language making this world, one world

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Ember

The old ember is still red hot
Concealed under the dry soot
Alike a drunken architect’ latent intellect
Like a cast off genius in a deep slumber
Like a hidden flower diffusing its scent

People with chattering teeth slither
Around the charring timber; yet compliment
That it’s all due to the fine weather

The old ember doesn’t take any umbrage
It burns and burns till it becomes ashes
Like a sage who sears his desires
To earn the unseen heavens
As if it is paying its last homage
To the humans who nurtured her
Into a tree and later ruthlessly slivered
Into hapless firewood
A sweet-bitter feeling indeed! !

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Juggernaut

You and I drench in joy tears
To a cuckoo’s song with guileless ears
Even while expert musicians
Keep searching for discordant notes

You and I look with bleary eyes
At the holes in the sari of a poor lady
Even while a pair of lecherous eyes prey
On her bare flesh seeing through her poverty

Burning tears and blooming love
Find their language in poetry
And blurt out naked and hazy
You and I perceive that woe and feel
Even while grammatists shout foul, foul

There have been men from eons
Who ignore the right and embrace the wrong
Like pigs those that sidetrack from a royal lane
And jump into a stinking sewer line

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A Date With You

You ask me: what I expect
Well! It is just a ‘date’
While the abetting inky night
Writing down a tasteful menu
In candle light just you and I
Looking into each other’s eyes
Our faces glowing in mild halos
Amidst an expectant darkness
And screeching envious crickets
Staring at each other as if
Raring to bare our thoughts
Starting with hors d’oeuvre
Wine, up to a sweet dessert
Allowing it to mature late
Slowly, slyly, but surely
Dissolving the inhibiting clout
Fettering us for too long
To cut the ice
Cuing coquettish passes
Forcing the gluttonous hearts open

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