Long Whatso Poems

O to tune in to good times of childhood—
To re-live gone-by years, not just to brood,
To lighten dust-laden baggage’s dead tare,
To unburden mind of deadwood afloat, 
To fast-forward to dusky days of old, 
To turn...

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Virtue, thou art old wine of vague value
Admired even by vintners nary more,
Nor by the adherents taking time’s cue,
Ye decorate archaic ancient lore.

Watch new high-fliers that surface from shores—
Go-getters getting tonnes in rare offers,
Tiger stripes,...

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I felt a sharp thrill in my heavy heart, 
But hardly knew if that tip of a dart 
Was caused by delight, fear or curious mind, 
And felt an eerie, strong urge truth to find,...

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With her pet toy in hand and playing,
In mother’s lap, a strange smile lurking,
To her lullaby whilst listening, 
Eyes on Ma, at last succumbs to sleep,
Here’s happiness for me sound asleep.

Their heavy school bags left...

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A man had two horses, each a fine stallion, both buddies and good friends. It so happened, one of them lost eyesight in an accident. For the safety of the blind horse, the owner fixed...

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Lord Vishnu once blasé of the same old scene, 
Far too tame with His heavenly ease, 
Felt for a change from ‘oh been there and seen’, 
For one that exhilarates with fragrant breeze. 

Arbudanchal My...

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What else but weight endless for devil’s due? 
And I’d need a few more tests to be sure, 
Grimace or grin, but I ought to endure, 
What greater devil was seemed like dawn’s dew: 
Was...

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A prelude to a prompt quick-fire affair, 
Nor ever lovelorn heart's innocent heist, 
Routine good manners nor eyeful flutter, 
Frisson nor frown furrowed, though deemed fairest, 
A harmless hailing from the male of sex, 
Nor...

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Her vegetable vendor, ‘a nice man’, 
Known for his wile nor sly, rather for smile, 
Unaware of his cunning and sly guile, 
Who proved the point: it pays to please a fan.   

He...

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The delivery man when comes,
And brings in a hot well-foiled stuff,
We thank him, thank more than enough,
But, a thought if at all it comes
We scrub it off as if dandruff:
To her who daily serves you...

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Bare ribs, bones you see whenever, 
Alms nor aid, give as if you owe,
Breadcrumbs if not bread, no favour, 
Now that you have, O give and go. 

Before wiping beads of your sweat, 
Think of...

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You may find it empty mirth,
Or some meaningless chatter,
But for how so vague its worth,
I choose to write this letter.

Let me tell you, my old man,
What ‘tis that makes one human.
I scarce know if it’s...

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To please Lady Muse, all my heart to bare, 
I tried invoking her with chiselled verse, 
That, the pure pleasure of my pen’s all hers, 
Yet, left I was at blank paper to stare. 
I...

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HOW DO I TURN FROM MY WICKED WAYS?
I DON'T WANT TO GO ASTRAY
BACK TO THOSE AWFUL DAYS
BUT WOE UNTO ME IF I STAY
BOUND IN THIS SIN I LAY
WHATSO EVER I SOW I SHALL REAP
BUT KNOWING,...

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Go gentle into life’s eve, death’s your friend,
Old age clamours to wear a new garment,
Rage not against death, death is not an end.

Should night be dark, dawn sure heralds light, and
Comes bright day, not so...

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When we meet— whatso be the day, 
That’s our New Year.
When heart aligns with heart, 
That’s our New Year.
Any a day it might arrive—
Any of the three sixty five,
Whenever our minds meet,
That’s the New Year.
When...

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Here are a handful of hysteric men 
That seem to run random in rationed time,
To pour sweat whatso be the reigning clime, 
Chasing the ball to goal as oft as can, 
Or in defense, for...

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If a man humane is that he ought be, 
Maybe, his grit’s grounded by child's good grace, 
Or his contented heart’s always happy, 
Perchance, he wears a child's innocent face. 
Good if he’s wise, far...

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Metals at rest as tend to rust, 
Love that latches on looks like lust, 
As diamonds get made from grey dust, 
Ye, Destiny, get deemed unjust. 
Yet, whatso lies idle would rust, 
Love lost of...

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Bring in a boat and quote your cost,
Let me sail to me, quote your cost.

Searching am I for me in vain,
No prize to gloat on, only cost.

To meet real me is more than prize,
To float...

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