Long Rupee Poems
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Alarm clock screams, it's time to rise,
bye bye sleepy dreams, into the lows from last night's highs,
ready yourself for the line or the cubicle cage,
tell yourself you'll be fine, while you silently rage,
what new rules will come today,
avoiding the fools and the sheep that bray,
newsmen divide and your social feed echoes,
be careful with your pride or you're suffering woes,
reach for the dial and your favorite noise,
mile after mile with a secret weapon of choice,
how much longer can you keep it up,
bosses are getting younger, bereft of common sense in their coffee cup,
peso and the rupee got more value than the dollar,
dwindling value of a college degree, into the streets they scream and holler,
women acting like men and men becoming women,
asinine feelings are destroying the true feminine,
can't afford the things you want to buy,
living on a shoestring brings a heavy sigh,
us and them have increasing identity,
moans from bedlam have become normality,
T.V shows have lost the plot,
anything goes, it's nothing but rot,
advert breaks are just for big Parma,
they've got the pills for your latest drama,
another fresh face in the workplace,
someone's son or daughter sent for the slaughter,
the old are pushed aside and the youth have no pride,
tradition has begun to crumble, careful where you tread, you may tumble,
no respect for the true and too much ego for the false,
skies and seas no longer blue, people too quick to highlight your faults,
isms and phobias are handed out,
while ancient axioms are argued about,
can't help worrying about people,
hurrying and scurrying and running up the big steep hill,
so many fragile egos seeking likes and clicks,
just beggars with an empty bag of tricks,
frettin' and sweatin' what you're not gettin',
no one cares you're not thrivin' or gettin' thin,
for a cheeseburger and fries is a quick and easy meal,
instant gratification is the prize, gotta satiate the current feel,
local store sells things from foreign soil,
globalization has many hells, but who really cares of anothers sweat and cheaper toil,
keep on, keeping on, with no true goal in sight,
you're a king or a queen, not a pawn, deep down you know life isn't right.
There once came a moment in my life
When I came to realize the reason why I took birth
I was walking down the road after a long day
And an elderly woman came close to me and these words did say
Pray, could you be kind and give me some money
My children and myself are all hungry
We have been left to ourselves, my husband ran off with another
And I'm trying to get a job, but so far, I've had not any offer
I took pity on her and handed her a two hundred rupee note
Hoping that, there would soon come to her, a change of fate
I then walked on home and tended to my own woes
Soon, I completely forgot about this woman and her pitiful cause
But then, came to me, around six months later, an elegantly dressed woman
She walked over and greeted me with the warmth of the sun
Thank you she said, thank you so much for your generosity
Thanks to you, I fed myself, I fed my children and even tried a chance at the lottery
Why, would you believe it
My ticket number won the jackpot
I won a huge amount of money, too much for myself and my kids
I bought a house and could offer my children more than I ever imagined
Now, I have even set up a home
For those, who, like I was once, had no luck next to their name
We had a nice chat, then she left and I took a decision
That I would help those in need more often
I felt good about my action
It gave me a sort of liberation
Why, I had found my aim, my meaning
Soon, the lady in her home and her carers was I helping!
Yes, helping people reach for their stars
Does give me unending joys
Helping people cross the well set borders
Does give me solace and comforting shudders
Now, I do be an active member of my society
Yes, now I do make a must to tend to those drowning in the waters of poverty!
Hoping they shall someday turn into Kings and Queens as well
For such does show that life does not be always so cruel!
For Contest Something Seemingly Insignificant and Unexpected Changed My Life
Written on June 24 2016
Meera counts the money.... just one hundred and fifty rupees. Still to pay to the grocer and the electric bill. The guests will come and to greet on the Diwali and Happy New year, some sweets for them. For children , there should be chocolates and light drinks. The homeless people will come in the morning and will have to give a rupee to each. It just leaves 15 rupees. Tomorrow will be Diwali and the day after The New year….For years I have not given any gifts…Oh, Madan.
Meera looks at one of her gold ring on her right hand
As the ring’s grove is empty without any stone.
She lost the diamond of the ring long back unmindfully.
She left for a jeweler’s shop to sell her only treasure.
And to buy a Dipawali Gift for her husband Madan
Who liked and used to play with it in their secret hours.
She buys a gold single bangle for her Madan’s right hand
Even after finding the perfect gift, she begins worrying
That he will be displeased by her bare wrists’ appearance.
Madan comes home, looks at her and greatly shocked.
Reacts a little knowing that his reaction will make sense
When Meera opens the gift of diamond he bought for her.
As she opens the box, Madan reveals, he bought it
Selling his gold bangle, a positive sign of his masculinity.
The story stops here zooming out of the epic proportions,
The gifts that seem useless are the quests successful
We feel, they are the wisest givers and are the magi.
Meera and Madan - the Indian Names
**Bangles are traditional ornaments worn mostly by South Asian women in India, Pakistan and Bangladesh. Some men also wear a single bangle on the arm or wrist called kada or kara. In Sikhism, the father of a Sikh bride will give the groom a gold ring.
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January 1, 2015
Form: Free Verse
First Place win
Gavin, help me.
Your innocence is coveted now, you see.
I’ve fallen for this girl.
She’s got hearts in a wild twirl.
Noah, help me.
This courage runs away through the trees.
I’ve fallen for this girl;
Now she’s the only valuable pearl.
Jacob, help me.
Could use your shoulder to lean.
I’ve fallen for this girl,
While searching for her like a URL.
Jefferson, help me.
Still need the knowledge to an extended degree.
I’ve fallen for this girl,
But she makes it so hard to uncurl.
Matthew, help me.
When do we act? What’s the key?
I’ve fallen for this girl.
Right timing isn’t something you can feel.
Lily, help me.
You and your insights know how this works.
I’ve fallen for this girl.
Oughta give this a whirl.
Dominic, help me.
Care to offer a little wisdom to thee?
I’ve fallen for this girl,
Now it’s hard to see her as someone real.
Gia, help me.
Your lightheartedness is like the calming sea.
I’ve fallen for this girl,
And she might just cause a furl.
Jace, help me.
Acceptance is required to escape the scree.
I’ve fallen for this girl,
But the need to be grounded lies at the heel.
Christian, help me.
You could always create a perfect concord.
I’ve fallen for this girl,
Her loveliness could turn almost anyone into a squirrel.
Guiliano, help me.
How does one become worthy of wonderful Capri?
I’ve fallen for this girl,
And holiness is the thing to win her laurel.
Cole, help me.
This passion didn’t have you pay a rupee.
I’ve fallen for this girl.
Just need a little zeal.
Tyler, help me.
Now there’s panicking.
I’ve fallen for this girl,
But your grit can help get through it all.
Calcutta.
Hot and unberable in the searing summer heat
and unberarable for more reasons than the heat.
In a popular tourist cafe an American widow
obsesses on her dead husband: she has a bundle
of photos, letters and other mementos to show as
she tells stories, ad-nauseum, about his now stiff
prowess as a prolific and technically perfect lover.
She moves from table to table with her bundle
of banality disturbing patrons at random with her
loneliness. This happens in the Calcutta stink of Indian
cardamon, paprika, cinnamon, sour sewer and rotted
garbage. All this aromatic decay combines with the
overpowering scent of jasmine. Mother Theresa's
favorite intoxicants.
But other smells and stenches permeate and nasuate your
senses. Certain streets are dedicated to the putrid permanence
of sensory corruption. But only the uninitiated visitor seems
to suffer insult to their olfactory awareness. The indigenous
poor are scattered on the streets and walks in somnambulist
slumber, like fatalistic, hashish soaked, discarded rags.
Children with sunken, obsidian eyes and belly-swell of abandoned
malnourishment reach out toward passing lost-eyed foreigners,
their palms-up; "Rupee please, sir, I am hungry, sir, coins please sir,
I am hungry, sir." The widow from the cafe slaps a child's reaching
hand with her bundle of deceased memories then trips over a sleeping,
legless beggar and splashes face first into the fetid stream of seminal
waste flowing from under his two exposed stumps. No one, including me,
offers to help the child-slapping widow onto her two intact feet.
Calcutta.
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Every Friday he visits our home, promptly He presses the calling bell and stands calmly. I open the door and looks him keenly He is a new beggar with dresses neatly
I give him a ten rupee coin willingly. But he refuses to get it, hesitatingly. I ask the reason for not getting the alms He puts his finger on nose,head and calms.
I come to know that he is a deaf and dumb And he gets alms only from the women.
My wife has come and gives him money. He nods his head and keeps it as honey
One day I see him near the temple. He reads an English daily and eats bread And he is a puzzle for me and others To know about him,I am not a mind reader.
See the Sky which is vaster than the Sea,
We are all given by that miraculous glee,
Fee for that is not even a single Rupee,
He is blessing you and of course me!
Delight gives Sky in the dark night,
Sight shows God's infinite might,
Fight men angrily with no foresight,
Height of ignorance is their plight!
Sky takes those who at last die,
Fly toward it souls cutting the tie,
Eye of God watches to wisely pry,
Lie is made by Him to deeply cry!
Blue Sky when you daily view,
New ideas come to rescue,
You will get peace that is due,
Few only enjoy this interview!
Rain and Sun will nicely explain,
Gain superbly all of us obtain,
Chain of clouds. God does train,
Again and again, a fine bargain!
Providence has Sky-residence,
Evidence is this for His existence,
Prudence must overtake ignorance,
Alliance with God carries sense!
One piece is this Sky giving peace,
Please pray by bending the knees,
Fees are never asked to kindly ease,
Increase faith during this life-lease!
Pray and a kind word always say,
Obey good morals in every way,
Stay with faith and hope everyday,
Convey to God without any delay!
Firmament is the only Government,
Imminent is its holy management,
Commitment to it brings improvement,
Agreement with it gives merriment!
Look at the Sky, don't overlook,
Book boons including holy luck,
Struck is peace along with pluck,
Trick of fate fails due to His magic!
What do I appear to you
A shiny doll with no aims
A life that has seen no pains _
You think you know me
Very few are the ones that understand me_
I ask thee for MY LIFE to live
Do away with the societal norms and the cliff_
One day will come when all this will be over
I wanna be among the ones who says - Man this was worth the rover_
I feel strangled by your over protective norm
Like I have already wasted the quarter of this life form_
One way you say you understand
Unfortunately what expressed was just your controlling hand_
The laughs that you make, the examples you pose
Are the taunts that PIERCE deep like a watering hose_
Every passing day seems a waste
What did I live all this while was just a haste_
Friends I have/had are the ones I can call Mine
You disapprove of even them framing malign_
I don’t think I can live “how YOU expect”
My LIMITS are overpowering this EXTENDING conflict_
Fear gropes me thinking about the next day
A feisty dark shadow consumes the benevolence away_
I don’t want to pretend I don’t want to sway
Before I have the next generation to my array_
LET ME BE -- PLEASE LET ME BE
I am not you neither I want to be
With my phantoms of self-discovery, of improvement and foul-play I seek to
survive
It gets too hard I try to be alive_
CHOKED is the feeling I get everytime with thee
Spread my wings and fly, I wanna be responsible for my own rupee.
She wore a tiffany hat with a bow and six big plumes of red and white,
it had an ultra wide asymmetrical brim that rolled up to one side.
When it came to dames like this I believe God ran out of humble stock !
She wore pompadour shoes, like she had nothing to lose
and rouge so red it made the cardinals have fainting spells !
Her hair was soaked in henna, elderberry & radish extract,
and I believe her dress was stitched in the boudoir of coco-channel!
She was a nouveau riche reveling in her new found fame
and everything in her life was right as rain until that fatal day,
when her hat expanded 10 x its size, growing past her shoulders
like a great big beast, of leavened yeast!
Her hat pins strained from the strain of those great big plumes,
moaning and groaning from her lithe walk and all that perfume !
Then First World War arrived and suddenly it was unpatriotic
to be concerned with one's appearance !
She was no Rockefeller and didn't own a rupee nor a heller,
so she became a steadfast loyal dame, like dear old Helen Keller .
What happened to that big old hat, with the plumes of red and white ?
She stewed it, brewed it, boiled it down then poured it in a flask,
and yes she drank it slowly,... just in case you thought to ask !
March 30/ 2025