BAT planted many seeds that brought him a great harvest
For which many held his ideology with august interest
With claims that Jagaban dealt with those political jagabats
Who knows little or nothing about keeping political stats
Since kingmakers hate to bow to their kings' orders
For which their branded deviants got their cold shoulders
BAT feels he should have a fair share of that opportunity
But like Eden's taste of apple, he soiled his official dignity
His celerity daily imposes punitive damages on his party
His ambition is heading towards punition and thus unhearty
BAT that should be adjectivised as the best or foremost kingmaker
Makes himself runs around like an unhearty shaker
What should be done by those hearty as bucks
Is vied by a kind that makes Aso Rock looks like a centre of bullocks
The swishing of the broom that has been sweeping
Echoes the voice of another that won't promote good thinking
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How shall I love again if love leaves me in tatters?
Love invades my heart and turns it upside down
Driving at high speed adrenalin in my arteries where it matters
Little whether I make a scene or let love turn my heart into a clown
Sadists break at will
Claiming to love me when self gratification
Proves to be the prime mover in a deal
Filled with pretence, complacency and ingratiation
I find beneath dignity and beyond the pale
When love ensures a once technicolor
Tranquil, sedate heart love feelings fail
To pacify when the full horror
Hits me, singes my self confidence
Snips to nil the belief that love means well
While I ache and loathe the condolence
Love sends to my angels when Hell
Breaks loose
Driving me into a serene space
That commands love to vamoose
At high celerity and never again into my presence to show its despicable face.
A searing headache this morning my head splits
In circumstances whose cause I can’t pinpoint
In twilights when I teeter and shamble on my stilts
As my head I wrack to diagnose the flashpoint
That turns my world topsy turvy
In the twinkling of an eye
A deluge of emotional scurvy
Debunks the lie
I nurtured in the illusion
Of the solid love I envision in my folly
Coupled with aggrandized delusion
I convince my mind wholly
The love I’ve found rings true
In substance and form
Until in the fullness of time grew
With stark clarity and celerity mere fabrications in my mind free did roam
But the love I thought I held in thin air vanished without a trace
Leaving holding the baby
Alongside a stream of stress I’m grappling to address
As friends and foes nickname me crybaby
Because rivers of tears
I cry twenty four seven
Wondering why I allowed a heartbreaker at my expense into my heart to inject spears
Forever stealing the best of me from my Heaven.
I dubbed a first year my room mate
Upon arrival into our teacher training college
To baptize him. His pride in quick order I did decimate
Taking him at high celerity on a binge
Initiating him into traditional beer
In a nearby shanty compound
Where I got his head into God’s fear
Whereby upon returning the greenhorn couldn’t push anyone around
The special welcome made him the follower
I desired
Having diminished his self-concept and self-esteem lower
Than he aspired but higher than he perspired
I proceeded to indoctrinate him into elocution parlance
As best as I could
Ensuring he possessed a college etiquette lance
That would
Not upstage Special
Whom he soon began to emulate
With artificial
Manners to dissimulate
The nascent confidence he feared might offend me
If he grew overconfident
More than I could agree
If he became less diffident
But he played the good boy
Obedient like a lapdog
Happy to enjoy a bone for a new toy
Like a contented warthog
When my training petered out
Satisfaction smiled
In my bosom without any shadow of doubt that my clout
Tamed the greenhorn who wouldn’t succeed in getting me riled.
Seldom mistaken
A besotted bloke in New York
In love taken and shaken
Dreaming of an infatuation stroke
Bakes in his mind
A love niche his heart to gladden
Despite the labour grind
Of the love burden
Strutting his manifesto
Under a moonlight in a tryst
That delights his toe
To roll out a love feast
The bloke splurges
In honour of the damsel of his dreams
As time essence urges
Celerity in streams
Galvanized in his desire to capture
The damsel
Who his thoughts and feelings rapture
As though she were a gazelle
Swimming at the deep end of the swimming pool
In his heart
From which only he could be the fool
To depart
Heart on fire
Mind in flight
Imagination for hire
On the crucial night
When his emotional skills on test
Ought to gather
Opportunities in haste
On suds of love lather
In consonance with the promise
The bloke made to himself
The damsel to kiss
To delight the damsel’s self
Alas! Damsel repels
Advances made
In love pails
Her sanctity the damsel won’t trade or degrade.
Cool summer breeze hot body can console
But heavy winds can hummer the very soul
Not just the fury of wind but also its role
Not the usual one of spreading the seeds but one reminding us time exacts a toll
Man fears time and time reminds him of that every fall
One day back to earth man will fall
Like going over an edge of a waterfall
Like a black raven after his very last croaky call
But there is wonder in wind that murmurs in poplar canopy
It is like reflection of meaning of life philosophy
And in it is a key
To moving the very spirit in its majesty
In the celerity of understanding continuity and discontinuity
Beyond simpler of questions of evolution end divinity
There lies essence of philosophy
And can grant our soul immortality
A baronial zing of blue jacket
Blithesome attitude,
Allures me to join navy,
A credence to serve countrymen,
When territories enter a ballicose
Only to belittle through broach,
Or to lull enemy by celerity
Not by swindling but by courage,
Howsoever contentious is the situation
To prevent from contretemps,
Think better of,
Think much of ,
Think through !!
Username- Upma A. Sharma
Motif- philosophical
All is in my sight but the limits that I can’t see
Why was last place an option
When first is where I’m supposed to be
While I’m still moving forward
I see no one else ahead of me
The sky is the limit
And hard work is the only fee
I know one day
My fears are going to be scared of me
With God on my side
He’ll always have my fidelity
I believe that I will make it
I don’t care about the celerity
Because when my sun… sets
I know my goals are there to bury me.
Beautiful innocence, purity plain and true is fleeting
Spent the honest face of likeability that wore the thin veneer of naivety
Forgotten the simple control of ratiocination, it has gone.
To be seen and heard, to be adored has become a primary focus, a purpose
“Listen to me, I’ve nothing to say”.
Jargon, so annoying, the argot so cloying
Phrases falling thick and abstruse
Self-respect adds pace to the celerity of idiocy
Suffocating sycophants arrive
Needing to be heard by one and by all
Surrounded by yes and no
Encircled with friends but friendless
At home but alone, minds clouded by the void
Told what to say, and love and do and who
Care less of others opinion, a talent blind and envious
Believing themselves eloquent sophisticats, nothing but empty headed morons
They could fill a room with words and not know their meaning, nor spell them
Not realising how vacuous and unnecessary they’ve become
Their inanity is an insult to the inane
Hate them, despise them. Want to be like them.
Hurry
takes its toll as
in our daily stroll we,
from deepest ruts of blind alleys
quicken.