Best Rohan Poems
The land has
much to teach us
Middle Earth
is a place
Where evil has been defeated
The warm hearths
of the Shire
The bravery of
Gondor's men
The marvelous
craftmanship
of the dwarves
and the gorgeous
singing of the Elves
on a summer night
and
the
magnificent
steeds
of
Rohan
leaves us with a
feeling
that we have visited
a better world
than our own
The worlds of imagination
can seem more than our own lands
Come, friends
join us
We are taking a trip to Middle Earth
and will be there all evening
Categories:
rohan, dream, fantasy, imagination,
Form:
Concrete
Love me till end
Is my only need
Not a choice
But I will love it indeed.
To be with you
To be loved by you
To be for you
To be only with you.
Nothing more important
In this life however
That is you are my lover
Love you forever.
This is madness
But a completeness
Of romantic happiness
To love you anyways.
Rohan Dhabade
Categories:
rohan, boyfriend, cheer up, cute
Form:
Free verse
The uniqueness of nature
Sometimes calm so much clear
With the wind to flow
With the fragrance of flowers.
Nature brings happiness
For living beings
From every corner, it begins
The beauty of uniqueness.
To praise nature is necessary
For us it makes sovereignty
Of beauty for the world to create
Natural mystic lovely space.
Rohan Dhabade
Categories:
rohan, mystery, nature,
Form:
Free verse
When all the world is a giant burden,
Banerji sir, my colleague, a true SST Allen.
“Maan ki bat Modi ke Sath; rest other shun,”,
Says always my friend Banarji, never stun
Or stagger or startle, never remains barren.
Best friend who teaches Dhruvi and others Balkan,
Or India with psychology, without an apron.
Kenil, Hari, Bhavin, Shivani had some unban;
With Favourite dish of Dada, a fish; talks on Patan,
Sings hymns, buzzes about Mahakali one.
Says, “Your age is less than my profession.”
Scolds us, “Worst batch of year” – a Pun?
He is Bangali babu, wears dhoti, kurta even,
Talks about SST, and about doors wide open.
He is a Brahman, takes plausible action,
Wearing a chevron, is our Divine’s lion.
Meshwa, Diya, and Pitambar are clearly won,
With Aryan, Harsh, Nupur, Dishal and billion.
Let it be Shakespeare or Keats or Byron
He is through with all, has a great fortune.
Appreciates my Monorhyme and region
Never keeps quiet, but is pure bullion.
Dear to my students, Esha, Jeet or Rohan.
Prosper a lot is my wish, Oh! Aaron!
Categories:
rohan, confidence, kids, friend, future,
Form:
Monorhyme
Louis the Fifteenth, king of France,
Adored Madame du Barry.
His royal ardor was not bound
To the person he did marry.
His paramour was hard to please.
The king brooded day and night
On what act of loving kindness
Might appease her appetite.
One day he called his jeweller,
Whose face turned pale, then green,
When told to make a necklace
The likes of which no eyes had seen.
Vanity of vanities! Let nobody forget:
All humankind proposes yields to a Higher Will.
For the king lay dead and buried
When it was time to pay the bill.
They asked:' Who has got the money?
Who is there so rich
As to settle payment
And haul us from this ditch?
Louis the Sixteenth was now king,
But not long on the throne.
To purchasing the necklace
He himself was prone.
His wife strongly objected.
She thought the whole thing crazy.'
'We need to spend on self-defence:
More vessels for the navy!'
Now Cardinal De Rohan was a worldly priest,
Not averse to 'oo la la.'
Especially not in the matter of
Jeanne de la Motte Valois.
As a young girl she was naughty,
But she confessed in style.
The priest let her off counting rosary beads
All for the sake of her sweet winning smile.
Jeanne told the cardinal
They could have a sales deal signed
As friends at court had signaled
That the queen had changed her mind.
The queen and cardinal soon met
And the queen signed with aplomb.
De Rohan was too befuddled
To sense something was wrong
The queen received the necklace
But the queen was not the queen.
Charming though the lady was,
Who knew where she had been?
The necklace was picked to pieces
And sold off part by part.
O woeful desecration
Of this glorious objet d'art?
The cardinal faced the music
A victim of delusion
'Gullable, not guilty,'
came the court's conclusion.
Madame de la Motte Valois
Had no basis for a plea
And she was branded on both arms
With the letter V.
This letter stood for 'Voleuse,'
Meaning in English 'thief.'
Somehow she got to London,
And there she came to grief.
When fleeing from her creditors,
She fell from an upper floor.
Those creditors she did escape,
But only at death's door.
During her interment
Wagging tongues spoke of her guile
But someone chirped in her defence:
'But she had such a sweet winning smile.'
Categories:
rohan, history,
Form:
Narrative
Tinted colors of old
Debauched, dubious mysteries
Finagled corrupt's gold
A glorious, poignant history
An empty throne,
And tales of skirmish
Standing draped in gold, all alone
A war cry and a death wish
Glorious structures,
Secluded with pride
Curtained with greed and power
A broken ruling mind
Sky turning grey
Chains broken for freedom
Nobility burned like hay
End of the golden demon.
© Rohan Suresh
Categories:
rohan, character, conflict, corruption, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Under the shining light
Knelt before the words of Pontius Pilate
With Judas alongside
Did sins of creed bestow
upon me the cry of the century
John, did thee see
My crimes wash away
In Jordan, or was it just me?
Is Apostles' Creed devoid of truth
For did He visit Hell?
While He resurrected.
Take me down that path
So I build my own shrine
While the Holy Lance digs deep
And take away me,
But no one to throw, no one to see
While I hang on the dogwood.
© Rohan Suresh
Categories:
rohan, addiction, conflict, death,
Form:
Free verse
The baggage of life
Was full of experiences
The luggage so heavy
Emotion to imbalances.
Sometimes it was happy
Sometimes felt so sad
Sometimes it was so good
Sometimes it behaves bad.
Life was not a tragedy
Nor it was the comedy
Life was life with integrity
To live with responsibility.
Today when we see back in time
How much foolish we tend to be?
Life is not a game or shame
It's just to live and love happily.
Rohan Dhabade
Categories:
rohan, crazy, feelings, giving, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
Alone, will stand
With nothing but a heart,
A heart of steel, ricocheting
Off hurt, for I am blessed
The celestial stars may not align
For me, and all hopes may be lost
in the abyss, But I will hold on
For I am blessed
Uprooted and thrown
in the deep woods, naked
with the truth, to the true form
I am blessed
Fighting a battle,
I have you, I have you all
For I am blessed.
I am blessed with you all.
© Rohan 2016
Categories:
rohan, best friend, friendship, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
Onion is crying
For-itself
Without peeling
Without cutting
Only sitting
On the shelf
Prices to soar
Without uproar
Maximum this year
Minimum next year
Unable to know
Why prices grow?
Sometimes to throw
Sometimes to borrow
So much confusion
Or the market's illusion
Farmer in delusion
Customer's suffocation
Problem to solve
Still unsolved
Of simple pricing
Without price hiking
Of the perishable cycle
Of onions survival.
-Rohan Dhabade
Categories:
rohan, green, philosophy, poetry, satire,
Form:
Cinquain
This is my story
Started from where
Even don't remember
It was however
Story to end
Now this is beginning
Of the conclusion
For what came in?
Of what went along?
Now not to bother
From hereafter
This is the journey
The story satisfactory
Of friends foes relations
With so many definitions
Of love and hate
Of my beautiful fate
From my parents to teachers
My lovely wife my children
My love my preachers
My colleagues My friends
Thanks to everybody
Who made this journey
So happening
So eventfull
So experience
Surprises Happiness
Complements criticism
Everything is now gone
The era in which I belong
Now ready to finish
Of worthy to publish
Started with tears
With so many to care
Now only to wait
For beautiful death
I came here
To change the world
The world is the same
For me to realize
Journey which started
Hard, harsh half brutal
Sharp still happy to submit
To life to time
To survive to thrive
To create the magic
With no more logic
Nothing to recreate
Still incomplete
Beginning to end.
Rohan Dhabade
Categories:
rohan, deep, emotions, fantasy, future,
Form:
Free verse
The havoc of poverty
Is the undisturbed terrain
Of the vain unqualified.
Who live in distress.
Sitting on the recliner
Speaking about the poor
With the glass of costly wine
And there is nothing to offer.
Only talk and talk about them
The one who lives in the lane
Sleeping on roadside poverty
Eating the dirt filth of variety.
The life of the poor
In the way never to prosper
For us who want to change
Run far away from garbage.
We are show stoppers
Of the change makers
Who wants the village
For a powerful image.
We curse the poverty
Do nothing for parity
It is our disgusting outrage
In the social media age.
-Rohan Dhabade
Categories:
rohan, analogy, anger, change, deep,
Form:
Free verse
Deceiving the mind
In the middle of nowhere
Receiving from mind
A harsh blow everywhere.
Mind is so much sharp
Deceiving is impossible
Mind to blow me off
It is always possible.
I think it likes
To rattle me off
And my guard
It's always turned off.
How to succumb?
This mind though
Then it deceives me
Scattering my ego.
Rohan Dhabade
Categories:
rohan, appreciation, emotions, light, loneliness,
Form:
Quatern
Extracting in this
Retrieve or forgive
Deceptive so much
Worthy, not as such.
A gathering index
Of priceless flames
Still taxed every time
Ruthless these claims.
In sever times
Why is price so priced?
While rated or unrated
Valued unstably at rise.
Till it's not garnishing
The favour of returns
Life is not an investment
It's just another turn.
Rohan Dhabade
Categories:
rohan, analogy, poems, poetry, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
Nothing is cheap
Nothing is expensive
Either you can afford it
Or you can't afford it.
Such a simple part of life
Situational from time to time
To take the hard decision
To sort this meager question.
Rather than to try
Do something to cry
To possess the thing
Than to start the bothering
How can you afford?
Is the real question
Everything else
Is a mental conclusion.
Rohan Dhabade
Categories:
rohan, change, confusion, discrimination, humanity,
Form:
Free verse