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A day goes by in a wink,
Did I maybe have a heavy drink?
How Did I end up here among these shrinks?
For, everyone seems to know and say what I think.
My thoughts go wandering
To the good old days so mesmerizing.
We had our share of mischiefs and wrong doings,
Yet things always looked to turn out gleaming.
Were those memories of lost past?
Or of a different dimension for this universe is Vast.
The times I had basked in peace come at me so fast,
I am left standing at the edge wondering why did they not last?
A week passes by and so does a decade
I look for an escape that could end this façade.
I twist and turn on my bed hoping my existence would fade
Hoping I could simply wake up on the other side of this arcade.
I know all outward beauties like purest roses wear,
And summer's brief warmth like eddy breath fleets;
Shiniest pearls do with piling age outlive their time,
And give way to sad eternity’s far gleaming sweets.
Tales of more glittering gems felled by time's scythe
Can’t and won’t amend my love-warped mind's twist,
That lauds you immune to swift clocks’ antics blithe,
Mightier than meddling night’s beauty-dimming gist.
Lover’s diction’s fantasy strings its eternizing tropes
That dub your eyes undying stars in a deathless sky;
Your coy smiles birth phoenix sparks that hardly die,
Indelible signal that real Love begets ageless hopes.
Infinite desire’s intense tics render your span longer
Than sudden death's shortened gloom and stronger;
Outwitting unfeeling graves’ opportunistic mischiefs,
Outfoxing timid decays and their love-thieving griefs.
Let's love as shiny suns soar higher over fogging clouds,
While knavish darkness dreams on in its veiling shrouds.
Swords speak brittle metal thrusts
singing a song in the wind by touch and lost trust;
blade upon blade clanging the swish of empty points
deeply cut for glory and honor now disjoint.
The sword speaks forged in metallic shields
shaped and tapered to steeled pricking yields;
sword smith tamahagane billets delivery
quenched in fire and tempered chivalry.
Swords speak sharp yet to the death
the very depths and blood letting breaths
for love, for country, brothers of courage, fear and fires
fighting for Gods and goddesses, rulers and empires.
It is the brothers, fathers and sons slipping out of place
bound to stand bold and listen to the forgotten embrace
of time when men were free to let the swords speak bold
no longer so but may yet be as they grow gray and old.
Free people are all brothers
at the very start
then in some discorded word
find swords will resolve the hatred spark.
Deep the wounds cut and slicing
but words are no longer vocalized politely
only the sharpness and the glint
of the sword that hears and feels its bloodstained tint.
"The tongue devises mischiefs
like a sharp razor, working deceitfully." Psalm 52:2
Hey children! Listen, I miss your zeal.
The world inside your mobile is surreal.
Look up!
See, I have fixed stronger glasses on my windows,
Get hold of your cricket kit, come back on the street,
I miss watching your games.
I won’t mind, smash all my window panes.
Hackneyed messages,
Dollops of unalloyed twaddle
Tides of trifling emotions!
Baby! You are locked inside your mobile.
Look up!
See, the stadium looks so barren!
Without your mischiefs and fun,
Your irritating jibber- jabber and nonstop run.
I won’t mind, come on burst my eardrum.
Your friends, your pictures, games, tweets and stories
You live in a fantasy world, that’s absolutely unsavoury.
Step back into this beautiful life, create beautiful memories.
Look up!
Don’t waste your time and energy.
Live for a cause, get up and push back your lethargy.
Open the notebook of your life,
Fill it with love, fame and prosperity.
No matter what! You shall thrive.
Don’t be a slave to mobile,
Life isn’t a game!
Dear! You have to survive, mobiles exists just to give a little respite!
11/04/2019
Yesterday's joys
Dancing to the tunes of destiny, as if we are toys,
Today's yearning, is lost yesterday's joys,
A cascade of memories that ever last,
Can't forget wonderful moments of the past !
Carefree attitude and joy of tender mischiefs,
Conflicts with teachers and innocent beliefs,
When parents used to pacify our fears,
and siblings used to exploit our tears,
Competitive spirit of dare with friends,
Love and care that was well in trends,
Reminisce those days of secret meets,
Starry nights and the dreamy cheats,
Introspect those days of when and why,
subtle joys are alive though yesterday is gone by !
Written November 2nd, 2014
For contest 'Pick up a title' by Isaiah Zerbst'
Beloved is the heart of gold cast in he
whose dear life for would my own sacrifice -
how quick its forge and youthful alchemy
heat and cool in the pit of fire and ice!
In time the tempered blade becomes the man
yet I brazen youth’s mischiefs will see past
when greater filled do your length of days span
and wider does your gaze and shadow cast.
True is the countenance fair to behold,
fairer still that golden beauty unseen -
hearken unto me the days of this world
and let no fathered rebuke come between.
Lest you want after idols of this realm
seek our God and King in Jerusalem.
Written: March 2012
They look at you with their shiny bright eyes
They smile at you through their adorable styles
They run around the house doing cute little mischiefs
They fill your heart with so much delight
They hug you with soft soothing cuddles
They charm you through their sweet gabbles
They make you laugh by their innocent giggles
Aren’t grandkids simply marvels?
They entertain you with their amusing dialogues
They treat you with their pretend-play monologues
They amuse you with their hilarious stories and talks
Aren’t grandkids simply a bliss to your heart?
They make you think by their curious expressions
They help you stay focused by their enthusiastic observations
They enhance your knowledge by their naïve questions
Aren’t grandkids truly an inspiration?
The newborn baby,The Second Child
In the Home which just turned four had arrived
and that girls life of three already there
didn't make her approve of
His sudden appear.
Of how was the attention of whole round of busy crowd
at Him from NO despair
And of how she felt Jealous and confused
of her mischiefs now termed as a rebellious dare.
How could she explain that things were not fair
to whom could she tell the latest tales and the
building fear.
The hands she wanted to return,
were busy carrying him.
What could she tell of
how it felt sitting far amongst the crowd
and to touch him , she was last.
Inspite of that his introduction needed to be explained
before anybody else,for Him to first let Her accept.
The explanations still had to be given
of if him she needed to protect at night.
The Scariness of darkness haunted her too
and her hands also fought for someone to hold up tight.
Of if the warmth of her love
She said He neede the most ,
Was it a decision to keep the girl
in the cold alone.
I am sure He slept with no grief
because
He wasn't the One awaken from
The loud whistling wind and striking thunder storm.
And I am sure
He didn't cry on the road while returning home
by looking at a friend taken to arms
when in the Sun ,he was standing alone.
I surely could tell
Mother , You couldn't make to both places
I feel that's why,
Priorities changed and
somehow that Girl became The Second Child.
Form:
Declined and beaten
Unsure and wasted
It all happened in that day
And I suppressed it to that very night
Where I breathed regret and spoke love
You rejected me
Rejected my valuable offer
As I held the stories I wanted you to read
And the events I wanted to share
You ignored me with your callous looks
When I said I love you
And I said it with all my heart
Please kiss me goodbye
This is over
Do not discuss it any further
You said no
It isn’t over
When I saw the hatred and heartlessness
In your eyes
I stopped trying to get the goodbye kiss
I walked away
Why do u do this
Who do want me to cry?
As you left carelessly and
I heard your footsteps fading
I started to cry softly
I started to weep away my heart
To wipe my tears and start another day
Forget the burden and displeasure
Postpone the pain to that very night
To start a day, leaving my mischiefs behind
With another smile opening the door of fakeness
But living with a heavy heart and twisted smile
Just to see you hurt me again
Are you a little sad, my friend?
Didn't mean to do that
Say the wrong thing
But sometimes I just want to speak the truth
because "truth will set you free"
Isn't that from the Bible?
Aha (John 8:32)
So always start with the truth
And end with the truth
What is truth?
Truth is anything you feel, touch, see
What is not truth is what you think, hear, and say
We are not truth
God is truth
We are truthful
because we want to
not we have to
We don't want to be truthful to everyone
only to certain ones
I am just kidding
Be truthful to everyone
And you will see
that you will be truthful to God
because God is an extension of someone - anyone
If you can't be truthful to that someone
how can you be truthful to God?
God made her, him
- a body in His image
with feelings and mischiefs
But heck, He puts up with you
Won't you put up with them too?
But be gentle, okay?
because sometimes the truth does hurt
But they'd rather hear the truth than putting up with your bull
Isn't that your bull?
No
It's someone else's bull
Okay
It got loosed
Ha got to to tie it
bind it
cut it off right now
because you don't need no bull
You don't need a horn on you
Got what I mean?