MY HEART’S
ECHO
ADDRESSES
1.
2.
3. TO MOTHER TERESA
4.
5. A WARM TRIBUTE TO RUPA MISHRA
6.
7. ON THE UNTIMELY DEMISE OF DHAN
8. NO MORE AGAIN
9.
10. O FATHER! MY FATHER!
11. A BIRTH DAY GIFT TO RESHMA
HEGDE
APPEALS
1. A PRAYER TO GOD
2. O GOD! GIVE ME STRENGTH
3. O GOD! I SEEK THY COMPANY
4. A REQUEST TO THE ALMIGHTY
5. A WISH TO BE A GANDHIAN MONKEY
6. THE MILK OF KKINDNESS
7.
8. TURN TO HER
9. LET’S PAY OUR OBEISANCE TO HIM
10. SUCCUMB TO THE DIVINE CALL
FACTS
1. A BABY
2. YES, CHILD IS THE FATHER OF MAN
3. ROADS
4. THEN
5. IF PRIDE COMES
6. THE BEST SOLUTION
7. TIME
8. MAN – A DUAL COMPLEMENT
9. THINK IT OUT
10. ANGER
11. HAPINESS
12. POWER
MOTHER
1. MY ONLY PRAYER
2. YOUR MOTHER
3. MOTHER’S HEART
4. THAT’S WHY SHE IS CALLED MOTHER
SARCASM
1. AN INDEPENDENCE DAY RESOLUTION
2. THE REIGN OF THE BRITISH GHOSTS
3. COMMISSION GHOSTS
4. ON SUPERSTITION
5. VIDHVA – AN INDIAN WOMAN
6. NO SURPRISE
7. ON THE MANGALORE PLANE CRASH
8. WOULD THAT!
9. RIGHT GUYS?
10. FACE VALUE
11. WHAT IS THEN USE?
12. A DYING NECESSITY!
13. TWENTY FIRST CENTURY
TO
MOTHER TERESA
Yea, you sanctified the
earthen mire
With your august, angelic and
motherly presence
Your love, compassion and
hearty care
Glorified the sacred Mother
and Her quintessence.
You were the mother of the
planet.
All the needy, the destitute
and the diseased
Were your children whose
sour’d fate
Your heavenly touch
miraculously changed!
No earthly guerdon, no human
encomium
Can honour an apostle of a
Nurse panacean
Which will be as outlandish
as watering the ocean
Or torching the Father of the
Solar System!
Your descent to the Earth
wasn’t a regular phenomenon
We can pay you nothing except
our humblest salutation.
A
WARM TRIBUTE TO RUPA MISHRA
Yes, I’am not less elated than thou art
To hear thy supreme success in the Civil Service Exam.
The more I plaudit the less it is to glorify thy part;
In the annals of Orissa inked a new history thy prodigious podium.
What a peerless justification of
one’s own name!
Henceforth thy enthralling badge will scintillate thy state
As long as history lives; thou art the rarest gem
That can ever be valued, sure to embellish Mother Utkal’s fate.
Great thou art, greater thy parents and greatest
thy pedagogues!
All of whose endeavours fetched thee a luminous, luculent stature;
But nullify not thy magnficencence and rectitude amongst the omnivorous rogues,
As to Deepak’s presage like many of thy predecessors by lavish lucre and
rampant lure.
Yes, minions like Debasish, Shivsunder and thee
Canst remove millions’ misconception in Mumbai or elsewhere
That we are Oriyas, not Bengalis outside our frontier,
Ours is a state not retral, retrograde and barren but exceptional to dree.
ON
THE UNTIMELY DEMISE OF DHAN
Oh! What a
gloomy vicissitude
That
snatched you away from us
In an
instant; it did intrude,
Force us to
face an irreparable loss…
Like an
innocent baby Sprite
You slept
not to ever wake
To toddle,
waddle and walk
And rejoice
to view life’s day light!
How could
one expect a tender pink twig to drop
Without any
ill omen of cyclone or gust;
Or a boat to
drown never to ever come up
Sine any
augury of hurricane or tempest?
Your
sepulture in the ninth month was a bolt from the blue
What’s use
of your B.C I fortuitously procured on the same day too?
Who can be a
more unfortunate to get the B.C and D.C together
And remain a
baffled, buffeted and bereft begetter?
N.B:-
Dhan, poet's younger daughter, breathed her last on 15th Nov.2010 at 11.45
p.m due to pneumonia. She was born on
10th Feb. 2010
NO
MORE AGAIN
Your Mother
can no more tie
Your
flocculent hair with two dangling hind locks
Suckle you
no more, soft food fondling to lie!
Your
Grandmother can no more carry you on her waist
Apply
mustard oil to fortify your cells and muscles
Hand- fan
you, when power is out, at ease to rest!
Your Papa
can no more babble with you
Kiss you and
tickle your face with irritating beard
Buy toys,
garments and shoes glad and new!
Your Didi,
being young too, can no more envy
That you are
prettier and loved more by all,
Take fondly
your snaps in mobile or show you T.V!
Nothing can
the forlorn bereaved do for you any more
For, you
left for a far off journey never to return ever….
N.B:-
Dhan, poet's younger daughter, breathed her last on 15th Nov.2010 at 11.45
p.m due to pneumonia. She was born on
10th Feb. 2010
*Tuft-having
a tuft, with woolly hair
O FATHER!
MY FATHER!
Where
is thy scintillating face
Art
thy soothing, caressing words
Is
thy unwavering ‘Life Race’
Art
thy truth and non-violence swords?
Where
is thy august magnitude
Thy
ingenuous, infallible introspection
Thy
polymorphous reason shrewd
Thy
up-soaring, unfaltering resolution?
Where
is thy enviable polymathy
Thy
spontaneous, generous sympathy
Thy
didactic, moral treatise
Thy
inoblivious equilibrium and poise?
Where
is thy staid and sedate stride
Art
thy short, sensitive fingers
Is
thy priceless warp devoid of pride
Art
thy humble, humane gestures?
Where is thy amicable confabulation
Thy
inimitable condescension
Thy
commendable inquisition
Thy
inmost, recuperating inculcation?
Where
is thy euphemistic innuendo?
Thy
healing, rejuvenating touch
Thy
inoffensive, godly command
Thy
poignant preaching torch?
Where
is thy slow, steady cycling
Thy
patronymic sweet name
Thy
panegyric struggling
Thy
groovy, glorious life game?
I
well recollect, thy painstaking spine
Thy
platitude, ‘A stitch in time saves nine.’
I
must endeavour to fecundate thy last dream
And
flow like a sprightly, resuscitating stream.
What
can be to thee a meet tribute
Except
fulfilling thy only goal
By
carrying thy noble ideals out
To
please thy incorporal soul?
A
BIRTHDAY GIFT TO RESHMA HEGDE
A great many
returns of the day:
May thy
sojourn be a hey-day,
May Goddess
Fortune shower on thee proficiency,
May that be
accompanied with grace, solace and service!
May this day
teach thee to be more doing and up
Mayest thou surmount durdles sine a hiccup
Mayest thou
pluck the shining apples of the firmament
May thy life
be an incarnation of lasting kconentment!
May thy life
be a radiant, distinguished halo
To scorch
misery and char sorrow;
May thy
success torch be blest to glow
Mayt thy
life’s pace never be slow….
May thy life
be a pride of the Earth
May it
ameliorate everyone’s mirth
May it
become a rare, relieving example
Mayest thou
leave behind for the mankind ample!
A
PRAYER TO GOD
O God! How great Thou art
And greater Thy art, skill
and intelligence
Behind Thy creation of air,
water and land
Thy creation of million
stars, suns and moons
Thy creation of living
showers in the monsoons
Thy creation of springs,
rivers and oceans
Thy creation of sweets,
bitterness and salt
Thy creation of rocks, peaks
and sand.
Thy creation of smiles,
laughters and tears
Thy creation of heat, cold
and fears
Thy creation of a newly wed
bride’s blushes
Thy creation of thunders,
lightnings and flashes
Thy creation of pious smile
on a baby’s face
Thy creation of bio-abiotic
kingdom and human race
Thy creation of good-bad and
days –nights
Thy creation of trains,
planes and kites
Thy creation of win-joy and
defeat-plight
Thy creation of vice-virtue
and fall-rise
Thy creation of the
insane-sane and dull-wise
Thy creation of days, weeks,
months, years and ages
Thy creation of saints,
seers, prophets and sages
Thy creation of light-dark
and dusk-dawn
Thy creation of birth-death
and hell-heaven
And Thy creation of a great
many innumerable others!
May I thus be blest, to reach
Thy Realm, with feathers?
O GOD! GIVE ME STRENGTH
O God! Give me saintly strength, vigour and power
As to the roots, leaves and plants is the shower
To surmount the Everest of hurdle or tempest
To accomplish my allotted assignment best.
O God! Fill in me not the fiendish monster’s force
To torment and scare the innocent souls
To squeeze-flow the tear streams is a loathsome curse;
Ah! Death is preferable to the enjoyment of vicious
goals.
O God! Replenish me with Thy Godly, Catalyst-like
Energy
To feed the hungry, shower the thirsty and buttress
the needy
To enlighten the insane and guide a boat tossing and
unsteady
To buttress the falling, to efface poverty, homicide
and lethargy.
O God! I prithee to embolden me to speak the truth
Then, 'Heaven is mine at any cost.'- is my unflinching
Faith!
O
GOD! I SEEK THY COMPANY
O
God! A dusty figure I am
A rusty bone I am
A lusty spirit I am
A frosty entity I am!
O
God! An insane omnivore I am
An unintelligible enigma I am
An unpredictable uncertainty I am
An utter tomfool existence I am!
O
God! A groping wayfarer I am
A wrecking voyager I am
A plumeless flyer I am
A sure to perish bubble I am!
O
God! Whatsoever I may be
I seek Thy Company when I die…..
A
REQUEST TO THE ALMIGHTY
O God!
Don't take me to such an
arrogant height
Whence, to descend, there'll
be no flight.
Don't replenish me with that
much cursed wealth
Which will wane, in Thee,
mine even an iota of faith.
O God!
Don't embellish me with that
much baned beauty
Which will turn me too lusty
to mind my due duty.
Don't endow me with that much
perverted fame
Which will seduce me to
forget Thy Sublime Name.
O God!
Don't lead me onto such a
illusory highway
Where Satan will snatch my
scruple's sway.
Don't bestow upon me that
much miry mirth
Which will make futile my
life's blissful birth.
O God!
Do bless me with nothing but
Thy Mercy Panacea
Which will redeem my
Soul and slay my Divine inertia!
A
WISH TO BE MORE THAN GANDHIAN MONKEYS
O God!
Let me see the things that
are noble
Let me listen to the things
that are noble
Let me utter the things that
are noble
Let me do the things that are
noble.
Ah! Kindly make me more than
than Monkeys Gandhian
To have such a gift on this
illusory earth is indeed Elysian!
THE MILK OF KKINDNESS
How canst thou call one kind
If fail the panacean milk in him to find?
Who wears only a hollow, jejune heart
Plays for the creation the least humane
part.
The milk of kindness is a spontaneous
spring
Flows perennially on the bed of a
merciful human being,
Flows to fulfill, not to anticipate
Like a kind mother to her pet.
The milk of kindness is a yield of heaven
Thrives inside a bounteous heart garden
Boon’d to relent, recuperate and gladden
God incarnates are with it blest and
laden!
Spout thus a few drops, suck not a little
Unbreakable shalt be thy life brittle!
TURN
TO MOTHER NATURE
O the ever
idly busy and occupied humans!
Do stop for
a while
Do wait for
a while
Do watch for
a while
Do enjoy for
a while
When Mother
Nature does merrily dance.
Her
enchanting glance pours peace
Her enticing
gait is full of bliss
Her dulcet
music removes doldrum
Her vicinity
becalms every material storm.
She drifts
you away to an Elysian realm
Where
pesters you none like the Pandora’s curse,
Bathe you
will in a nectaric, sprightly stream
Mundane woes
will evanish, heavenly gaiety will rush.
Why do you
roam, roil, revel noisily and roister
In the
rocky, turbid and spurious world,
After
execrable flotsam and jetsam hanker
O man –
careworn, capricious and blurred?
None like
Her will refresh, relieve and fructify
Nowhere but
in Her abode does lasting respite lie.
Turn to Her
– your only refuge of rest and reprieve
Yes, She
will hug you, mollify, and gladly revive!
Fructify -
make fruitful or fertilize
Mollify -
make calm; pacify
LET’S
PAY OUR OBEISANCE TO HIM
I love this
world
My country –
India
My State –
Orissa
My District
– (Jagannath) Puri
My Panchayat
– Chalishbatia
My Village –
Tadas Ramahans Pur
And my
Parents,
For, they
have altogether given me birth
Given me
strength to walk, play and perform
Given me a
peaceful niche to live
Given me
chances to learn fathom and earn
Given me
love and affection to grow
Given me
what I require as a man
Without
whose contributions I would’ve been nothing.
Thus, I am
indebted to all of them.
But, my
admission would be incomplete
If I forget
or ignore to mention Him – the Almighty
Who has
given birth to all
Who controls
all
Who is most
merciful to all
Without
whose contributions this Universe would be nothing
Let alone
others….
Thus, I, we
and all are owed to Him past description.
So, let’s
all pay our whole-hearted obeisance to Him
To keep
raining His love
Warding off
all adversities
Forgiving
His haughty, naughty childish children
And
sustaining His unique Creation as usual forever…….
SUCCUMB
TO THE DIVINE CALL
Succumb to
provocation,
And you will
be finished soon.
Succumb to
lust,
And you will
be soon lost.
Succumb to
anger,
And you will
no longer linger.
Succumb to
squabble,
And you will
soon woo trouble.
Succumb to
pretense,
And you will
soon mar your sense.
Succumb to
desire
And you will
soon be trapped by sorrow snare.
But, succumb
to the Blissful, euphoric Divine Call,
And soon,
will attain emancipation your blest Soul!
A
BABY
Yes, nothing is as sweet as a
baby’s smile
Nothing is as chaste as a
baby’s will
Nothing is as supple as a
baby’s cheeks
Nothing is as pink as a
baby’s lips
Nothing is as
innocent a baby’s look
Nothing is as pitiable as its
tear brook!
Nothing is as comely as its
stuttering tongue
Alas! Nothing remains with it
as it grows young.
YES,
CHILD IS THE FATHER OF MAN
Look at the
eyes when a child opens
How clean,
peace pouring, divine they are!
Alleviate
ailments, breeze bliss; what weapons,
Force and
power are seen doing rare.
Look at the
smiles of a child
You will
soon blithfully realize and find
Are not as
of a grown up’s objective and wild;
Seduce they
not, rather move to be kind.
Look at the
game when a child plays
You will not
trace malpractice or ill influence
That comes
out of the grown ups’ frays;
How serene,
solacious and soothing an ambience!
Look at the
demand when a child makes
Very unlike
a grown up begs, entreats and cries,
Which relent
your heart, and conscience shakes.
Thus, grant
you and agree, and he wins the prize.
Look at a
child when he submits and prays
With pursed
palms and a feather-light heart,
For, he
enjoys it being one of His sublime rays;
No desire,
no fear, no anxiety and no dirt!
But, all
these happen as long as he is a child alone,
Alas!
Forgets he all as he switches over to a state mine own
Indulges in
indecency, irrationality and indiscretion
Shuts thus
he up himself the heavenly door of emancipation!
ROADS
Roads are normally meant for
destinations:
They take you through under
varied recognitions,
Concrete roadways for
pedestrians as well as vehicles
Waterways for sailors and
boats, launches and gigantic ships
Railways for commuters,
freights, posts and costly articles
Airways for the swiftest, urgent,
most exalted and coziest trips!
There are other invisible
roads too:
Some start with pleasures but
end up with sorrows
Some are spurious and lead
towards the gallows;
There’s still a unique path-
tough, bitter and trodden by a few
That leads all towards
solace, ecstasy, bliss and beatitude
But, only at the cost of
carnal, mundane and miry attitude…..
THEN
THEN, who will accompany thee
To the main of pain
To the curse of hell, tell
me,
To the Death's deadly den?
THEN, who will plead for thee
When thou art mute and pale,
Conspire, fabricate to fetch
a bail
Boarding only the 'up', but
no 'down' Mail?
Then, none and nothing can be
on thy behalf
Thy virtues alone will be thy
supporting staff....
*main-sea
IF
PRIDE COMES
If
pride of position comes
Look
at the infinite sky.
If
pride of success comes
Look
at the humble, generous tree.
If
pride of erudition comes
Look
at the deep, enlightening Vedas.
If
pride of Beauty comes
Look
at the ever lasting Truth.
If
pride of affluence comes
Look
at the abundant, magnanimous Lord Kuvera.
If
pride of life comes
Look
at the all devouring Death.
If
pride of vigour comes
Look
at the decay and decadence.
If
pride of devotion comes
Look
at the exemplary bhakta Prahallad or Hanuman.
If
pride of friendship comes
Look
at Lord Krishna and Sudama.
If
pride of service comes
Look
at the angelic, philanthropic Mother Teresa.
If
pride of borbearance comes
Look
at the Great, tolerant Himalayas.
If
pride of purity comes
Look
at the Holy, Sacred Ganges .
If
pride of kindness comes
Look
at the ever bounteous Mother Earth.
If
pride of generosity comes
Look
at the Epic-hero Harischandra.
If
pride of dedication comes
Look
at your ever benevolent Parents.
Then
you will see
Pride
will automatically freeze into footling zero.
THE
BEST SOLUTION
Had it not been for the
coconut's hard shell
How could we relish its sweet
juicy kernel
How could we extract its
healing, smoothing oil
Where could we drink the
nectar of the soil?
Had it not been for the
neem's beneficial bitterness
How could we curb
insects and control pests
How could we treat
free of cost many an illness
How could flee the dry
deserts, and rush rests?
Had it not been for the
fire's intense heat
How could we savour
mouthwatering meat
How could we prepare
sumptuous dishes
And how could we enjoy
Nature's cycles?
Yes, God's subtle mystery is
past our perception
Thus, blind acceptance of Him
is the best solution.
TIME
TIME is the Begetter
The kindest Mother
The Guide
The Torch Bearer
The cruel Master
The Deviator
The Chastiser
The best Healer
The noble Teacher
The holy Preacher
The curtain Wrapper
The hearse Carrier
The funeral Fire
The Creator, Controller and
Annihilator…..
MAN
– A DUAL COMPLEMENT
Of course, this creation
Would have been incomplete
But for man:
Not only for his noblest
discretion
But also for his meanest
inclination!
THINK
IT OUT!
The gravity of thy crime
Intensifies not if with a
rueful heart
Start thou to repent, and the
rigid grime
To rinse away thou become
soon alert.
If thy arrogance makes thee
obstinate
Refute thou and charge and
feign-
Ruin thou but thy well built
‘Fate’-
No detergent, alas, can erase
thy stain!
Now, chant “Man-like is to
rectify
Devil-like is to mar and
vilify.”
ANGER
Oh! Anger is
an iron grated furnace
More
flammable than fire, more furious
Under its
timorous, terrific grip
Can turn
anything into pyre its awesome trip!
Oh! Anger is
a more venomous serpent
Once stung
by its fatal, lethal fang
No sorcery,
incantation or medical treatment
Can rid you
of the unbearable pang!
Oh! Anger is
a winged monstrous dragon
That can fly
across the globe as lightning
Cause flash
floods spewing acid rain
Efface human
trace with its vicious sting!
O Anger! Thy
name is annihilation
To pacify
thee is the first step to salvation.
HAPINESS
Present a
child with a lively toy
There’ll be
no limit to his joy!
Present a
child with a new dress
In
fathomless glee to you it’ll embrace!
Present a
child with mouth-watering sweets
Oh! As glad
as a bride after ages her spouse meets!
Take a child
on a pleasant trip
Lo! Drops of
his elation drip!
Send a
missive of recruitment to one uneducated
Dance will
his heart like a butterfly overjoyed!
Publish a
verse of an anxious, restless poet
Unable will
he be to express his happy state!
Inform a
student with a rank he’s passed
He will skip
and leap as he’d never danced!
Select an
eager player in a stiff National team
Wave of joy
will surge to his heart brim!
Gift a glass
of luscious drink to a thirsty wayfarer
Quenched,
delighted, will sing your eulogy prayer!
Serve a
hungry, hollow man with voracious food
Satiated,
remember he will for ever and for good!
Release a
bird from a hellish, churlish iron cage
It’ll dash
across the breathless sky and carol sine cease!
Tell a
prolong’d, hospitalized patient about his discharge
Ah! He’ll
jump, exult and engorge to the Heaven’s verge!
Convey a
captive about his end of sour incarceration
Words will
fail to express his oozing exhilaration!
Bring a
lonely Mother the news of her distant children
Ah! Even in
Summer at her cottage shalt happiness rain!
Bestow a
Yogi with the most sought after salvation
Lo! His
happiness will transcend the Pacific Ocean!
O Happiness!
All the earthlings crave, toil and pray
To be glad,
happy, pleased, contented and gay;
And be blest
to be in your coveted company forever
For, your
egress fetches grief, agony, tension and tear……!
POWER
Power is what makes one devilish and blind
Despotic, autocratic, arbitrary and unkind,
Self-centered, rapacious and gluttonous
Inhumane, insane and unscrupulous!
Power is what injects in one intoxication
Of malice, hatred, umbrage and perversion,
Arrogance, pretense, hypocrisy and cruelty,
Snatches away one’s precious rationality!
Power is what deprives one of costly reason
Justice, law, forbearance and decent margin,
Peace, purity, piety and mental equilibrium,
Makes his mind a mussy, dirty and slutty slum!
Power is what an ignoble curse in disguise
Accumulates sorrow, suffering and despise,
Bags people’s reluctant, requited praises
Is preferr’d by demons, not by sensible sages.
So, O sane humans, abstain from the atrocious Power,
Walk the path – unblemished, virtuous and pure
By and by you’ll be more amicable and soar higher
And be blest with a Heaven’s Pass at length sure!
AH! MOTHER
Oops! How
much feral and rabid I was to yell at you
With the
combustible words alive burn you
With the
scissors of opprobrium rive your heart
With the
rasping sledges of wrath do smart!
Where were
my etiquette and courtesy left?
If while
dealing with you, stolen by theft
Who could be
more insolent than a perfidious scion than I’m?
The depth for
containing my tears should be shallow a dam.
By piquing
you on a trifle even before own spouse
Was nothing
but sucking, pestering thru an ignoble louse.
It was
indeed an indelible blunder to last up to the last breath
No longer
should I deserve a berth in the realm of Your love and faith.
Hence, for
this uncondonable goof O God crucify me here.
And beget
not a boorish, snobbish son like me: ‘My Only Prayer.’
MOTHER
What can melt faster than
wax?
The heart of your Mother.
What is as genuine as a copy
fax?
The love of your Mother.
What is the supplest abode on
earth?
The lap of your Mother.
What is the softest corner on
earth?
The heart of your Mother.
Who can suck venom and suckle
you the nectar,
Who can't ever accurse
Even though you smash him/her
inside a mortar?
Who can be your kindest nurse
Who can soak sorrows yours
Who can exchange for an
instant his/her years....?
MOTHER’S
HEART
Oh!
Mother’s heart-
It’s
not merely a blood and flesh part
Like
many of us retain;
It is
really unique! Away from stain.
Can
you roam across the world to find anything
More
genial, more pristine, nobler and greater?
Captivating
and covetous may be they more
Suckle
none you; though to suck all do cling!
Yes,
the world is a swarm of hoggish, piggish fleas
But,
Her heart is a bounteous, lush, succulent and safe hive:
The
former drones around you to sting and seize
But,
the latter starves toils, sweats and prays for you to thrive.
Yes,
none can replace Her next to the Almighty
So
far as Her unanticipatory, magnanimous sacrifice is concerned.
None
can surpass Her in Her pious inner Beauty,
For,
She curses or retaliates you never, albeit betrayed and burned!
Let’s
thus bow and prostrate before Her divine Idol,
Hurt
not Her heart ever with our shirking or misdemeanour;
Then,
at length, can rest in peace our subtle soul
Or,
accurse will He us with an abominable hell to rut forever.
THAT’S WHY SHE IS CALLED MOTHER
When
you do lose your temper
With
or without reason on other,
Must
not he appreciate but shower
On
you hot, volcanic, boiling water.
But,
entirely exceptional is your Mother:
Instead
of being furious and vicious rather
She
will humbly absorb, evaporate and cower,
Persuade
you to please and placate further.
No
one can so much patience gather
No
one can so much pure Love render
No
one can, in virtues, excel Her
No
one can be so therapeutic, vulnerable and dear.
That
is why She is called ‘Mother’ –
Made
up of a Divine stuff, uncommon and rare!
AN
INDEPENDENCE DAY RESOLUTION
Let’s not celebrate It as a
mere flatulent, flamboyant formality
Let’s not proclaim the
hollow, parched and clichéd assurances
Of socio-economic justice,
indiscrimination and equality
And hoodwink the hapless,
credulous and gullible masses.
Let’s not misconceive the
nuances of Freedom
In the sense of only
political sovereignty:
It’s being free from moral
depravity
Being away from self senses’
serfdom
Eradicating illiteracy,
ignorance and vulgarity
Curing the plagues of hunger,
thirst and poverty
Keeping intoxication and
addiction at bay
Not coming under falsehood’s
sway
Not defiling honesty, loyalty
and chastity
Not sowing the seeds of envy,
hatred and cruelty
Not planting the saplings of
malice, acrimony and communalism
Not stifling humanism,
nationalism, rationalism and Eartheism.
Unless we practise this
sacred, solemn and valuable Resolution
What’s then the sense of a
shallow, sham and pseudo ‘celebration’?
A SONNET ON THE REIGN OF THE BRITISH GHOSTS
Who dare say the Britishers
did leave us for ever
Putting an end to their long,
oppressive exploitive tenure
Endowing upon us our freedom
so ardently sought after
Sprinkling liberation joy in
every Indian nook and corner?
Can’t you feel their ghosts
still here repulsively reigning
Under the skin of their white
and black representatives dwelling?
They are the most devoted
demons of their foreign forefathers
Their sun never rises without
obediently abiding them
Their day never proceeds
without their being treacherous
Their night never falls
without their meanest grabbing game
Their appetites ne’r get lost
without their being the chameleons
Their lives turn uneventful
without duping the helpless millions?
Alas! The victims relish
freedom only after their chronic tortured death
Then, how can we claim to
have a free, sovereign and republic state?
COMMISSION
GHOSTS
A rustic reached a
cosmopolitan city
Together with his family and
young children
Brimmed with hopes and
curiosity:
A new life, a new occupation
and a new den!
First he met a traffic police
man
Who told to board a more
convenient van.
Then he turned to a person
for a quick solution
To locate a more affordable
accommodation.
Approached he then a job
provider
Welcomed who with his arms
wider.
Being appointed within an
instant
Joys inside started to be
rampant.
Glad to find the pseudo
god-incarnates
He asked his neighbour for a
better tuition
Where his children could top
the institution;
Gladder to help, he too
arranged for his monthly ration
Introduced him with a soft
speaking family (physician) leech
For cheaper treatments,
commissioned tests and easier reach!
How fortunate and rapturous
he was there!
How, like Ben Adhem, the
species were rare!
Alas! Until himself obsessed
by the same Commission Ghost
He remembered them with an
indebted, submissive respect utmost.
ON
SUPERSTITION
Father used to perform
Shradha annually
To pay to ancestors a token
of love, respect and homage
With all prescribed rites and
solemnity.
He would fail never to cover
up cats the unruly
Lest they should profane the
offerings causing impurity.
Alas! The son was least aware
of the cats’ episode at early age.
After father’s demise as he
grew up to practise the same
The most abiding son left no
stone unturned
But, alas! Now there were no
cats, and what a shame!
He urged his wife and kids
ignorant and unlearned:
Go out and fetch the
complements to be baskets under
Else, I’ll shirk, Shradha
will be incomplete and sin I’ll incur!
VIDHVA
– AN INDIAN WIDOW
Ah! After being bereaved of
her husband
A woman is robbed of many an
irretrievable possession:
Her forehead never ever glows
with dazzling vermillion
The sprightly, jingling
bangles and her hands become aliens
Gorgeous, embroidered
costumes turn untouchables on land
Ornaments and she are
twonever meeting parallel river brinks
Between much sought-after
happiness and her have now no links
An erstwhile Angel is now a
quasi-dead, pale, dungy, discarded lot
Smeared with inauspicious,
unwanted and ostracized stains
Accursed, fettered and
destined till last breath, only to rot…….!
NO
SURPRISE
“Sweat on a gaudily garment
Tastes not salty” – is today’s argument.
Though a spot on a royal hat
Is an upgraded, unique style,
At a poor man’s death laments not a cat
On a rich scar wakes to deplore the Nile!
A little frayed drape of a poverty
stricken child
Is a stuff of everyone's jeer, sneer and derision,
For many though an opulent damsel’s shoddy, wild
Apparel fetches pats, money, shower and felicitation!
Lo! All these happen, and absorb thou
wilt
Or, kneaded thou art upon unheeded when thou dost tilt;
As triumphs here today glorious, fashion guilt
Upon the tomb of the downtrodden, rich enclaves are built!
ON
THE BANGALORE PLANE CRASH
What wilt thou call it?
The curse of science
The lacuna of technology
The loophole of engineering
The rash planning of the
planners
The recklessness of the pilot
The device of the devilish
Doom
Or, the helplessness of the
churlish challenger of God?
WOULD
THAT!
Ah! For God’s sake
Would that all the preachers
could practise
What they preach!
Would that all the teachers
could practise
What they teach!
Would that all the listeners
could practise
What they listen!
Would that all the viewers
could practise
What they’re shown!
Would that all the readers
could practise
What they’re taught!
Reign would here
inexhaustible joy and peace
And, how different would be
the Earth’s lot!
SOMETIMES,
IT ALSO DOES HAPPEN IN SOME CASES
Now, very often you may
either read or hear:
I love you….
I miss you….
I kiss you….
I think of you….
I dream you….
There’re very few like you….
You are, and will be ever for
me new…
Oh! I can’t live without
you….
Please give me a missed
call….
Please don’t disconnect my
call…
But, why?
To give……?
To take……?
To reciprocate……?
Or, sometimes, to use the
free smses
And unlimited night calls……?
N.B: When this poem had been written years back,
there were no free smses or unlimited phone calls.
FACE
VALUE
Since time
immemorial
Indulgence
to the ‘Face Value’ has been in vogue
It is
omnipresent; we have been adoring this ‘Rogue.’ –
May it be in
the families, the villages
The world,
the countries, the states, or the cities
Academies,
politics, sports or many other stages
Individuals,
communities, races or societies
It is sown,
grown, nourished and given care Imperial…..
No one has
ever diagnosed and remedied this malady rampant
Nor can any
of us, the helpless twigs, has been a triumphant;
For, ‘To
survive is to sew up lips and suppress inner voice’
Or else,
we’ll be uprooted like wild weeds useless;
Dumped like
left over food in the stinky garbage bins
Or trampled
upon like, tarred stone chips or green beans
Under the
giant, merciless and rash wheels: the demolishers
Of the
blind, mighty and biased rollers like rulers!
WHAT
IS THEN USE ?
What
is then use of immeasurable treasure
If
life runs without eternal pleasure?
What
is then use of a mountain of money
If
life runs without salvation honey?
What
is then use of precious gems
If
life welcomes slanders and blames?
What
is then use of being famous India Miss
If life
fails to sprinkle or derive divine peace?
What
is then use of all conquering power
If,
in the life’s struggle one does ever cower?
What
is then use of the oceans of wisdom
If it
is applied in one’s life seldom?
What
is then use of being a witty lawyer
If
life misuses learning enigmatic humano jure?
What
is then use of being an enlightening teacher
If
the least impact does bear his lecture?
What
is then use of being a god-incarnate doctor
If he
exploits the patients under the garb of cure?
What
is then use of democracy or monarchy
If
there prevail maladministration and anarchy?
What
is then use of being a rare species called man
If
one acts more ignobly than a contemptible demon?
N.B: Jure humano is a Latin term, means by human
Law. Here, enigmatic humano jure is in inversion. Its meaning is ‘by enigmatic
human Law.’
A
DYING NECESSITY!
It is a
dying necessity
To throw
dust in one’s gullible eyes
To gag one’s
credulous tongue
To strangle
one’s guiltless breath
To parch
one’s thirsty throat
To kick at
one’s hungry stomach
To drag
one’s helpless, staggering feet and trip
To trample
upon one’s wounded bosom
To drain
one’s living blood
To massacre
one’s unalloyed emotions
To blast
one’s ultimate dreams to get our own base wants fulfilled!
TWENTY
FIRST CENTURY
Ah! With the
arrival of T. F .C
Growth is
manifold that we see
The standard
of living is getting higher
Facilities,
amenities and opportunities flying skier
Life has
turned to be a boon
Every night
blooms the Full Moon
Man has conquered
water, land and space
Oh! He
braces to defy and rout Him in the last Race.
Alas! All is
well about his oofy, sordid, material boom
But have you
peeped at his befogged, calumnious gloom?
All is but a
rank mangrove canopy illusive
Grown on a
creek oozy, rotted, stingy and repulsive
Flourished
at the cost of the pearly human values!
What’s life
if devoid of that? It’s to you to muse….
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