Plugged into the ears
Fro music
And the mobile phone
Handset men,
But the crow-haired
Blackies
On the roads,
I mean
The street loafers
Not with the studs
On the ear lobes
But with
The crow-haired,
Crow cut hair
Misters
Wanting to be
Fashion designers,
Stylists,
Mr. Handsomes.
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Poetry will not cease it,
As long as life is there,This green earth is.Poetry will not cease it,Will continue to be writtenTill man is on this green earthOf bio-diversity.Man will come and go,Poetry too will be written soAfter this or that poet takes toFor a dabbling in verse.
Think you not an English poet
Posing with a cigar lit and burning,Smokes arising,Ashes trailing,The buttHeld in between the fingers,A romanticIn the flight of imagination,Not a poet exactlyBut a journo,One of Goan descentAnd that too an alcoholicIn his alcoholism.Was to marry and divorceThe character,The loose character of yours,Marrying and divorcing,Loving and livingAnd separating fromOne by oneHenrietta Moraes, Judith,Leela Naidu,Understanding it notTheir…
A personality of some middle height,
With the vision and mission of ownOn his path to be the P.M. of India.The magic of his personality was as such,The way to marshal the thingsBraving all the odds,Hazards and hurdles.Now the rudder of the ship of the nationInto the hands of hisTo be given a direction,Riding the wave and current in his favour.A…
Saudi maidens,
with customs and conventionsdare you sometimesTo adventure into the realmsof delvinginto sound tracks,wave-lengthsof sound and musicbreaking traditions,singing of love and libertyfreeing from restrictions,that which bind upon,escaping fetters and chainsto be free, freeand liberated,from the life ofghettos and taboos,Saudi maiden,Saudi maidens,yours is a heartthrobbing within,your is a soulfeelingthe heart,Saudi maidens,your song and loveof freedom,how to sing,sing…
I do not know it
Call yourselfWhatever you have to call.
Where do,
GoRushing,Rushing down to?The rain watersSplattering,Splattering and splashingThe streetsAnd lanesAnd rushing down,Rushing down?
In their bodies,
All writhing snake
And double crossing
Rat, lying, flat
Into empty, sac
Now tell me
Frankly!
Would you,
Tranquilly
Vote,
For Monsters
Like that?
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Please, Per favore,
And forked tongue,Not veil my thoughts and words,I want to be sincerely clear,Not ‘perfectly clear’, like the Riddle Makers,That so often are Political Fakers,The terrible dehumanized Joker,That at the table of life, plays Poker.I want to communicate, Clearly,Sincerely, with all the Truth,That can eliminate all falsehood,And History’s dark past.I want to be the torch,Not the…
The Fog of Life has taken over,
Or is it all over?Lost in the crowds,No personal make over,Disappointing clouds,Seem to be taking over,What tempest is brewing,In human mind, yonder?Always we wonder,Always the question,Of Why are we here?Trying to guess the future,Ignoring what is,So dangerously near.
Poetically infused
Love’s lightJust carries you awayTo another kind of happinessThat not even poetry,Can say.
Like an arrow,
Poems singe the Wind,Their message is immediate,The poet’s heart, alleviateSincere and never deviate,Trying not to sin,A pleasurable win, win.
Feeling,
Imaginary FlairsThat go,Everywhere
There’s nothing better,
Than to be able to writePaint, interpret.Any Art practiced will do,For it is the greatest,Fulfillment and bounty,For what is the inner you.