The personal life of Sam Grover, a popular talk-show host, turns upside down when he accepts an assignment from a media tycoon.The job plunges him into
a deadly cat-and-mouse game hiding behind a veneer of glamour, money and power.
Categories:
precis, business, celebrity, hindi, words,
Form: Tazkira
The Henriad
Battled lands, traitors afoot, beg his precis,
Highlights his ascent, forgiveness be his plea,
Openly nigh, wolves in a shepherd's court free,
~~I came, he naught knoweth,
Plagued by a war that his own heart desired naught,
Nonetheless, his kingdom he sees, so he fought,
Consumed was he, triumph freed, clarity brought,
~~I know naught he cometh,
Intervening moments taunts my attention,
Remedy this failure left in suspension,
Clear fog of time elapsed be my retention,
~~Deathblow, evil leaveth.
2020 August 23
Categories:
precis, allegory, character, history, perspective,
Form: Tail-rhyme
Precis of perception - insights aloud
dramas of life - disclosed
check my blog for my audio link
Categories:
precis, poetry,
Form: Couplet
Spring rain; river overflows, shallow lake fills.
Riding a log, two girls explore the flotsam,
Find boat; old, damaged, half sunk, ruined, mostly.
They shout out, show teasing boys, schoolmates, the wreck.
Delighted boys drag the hulk home, repair, seal.
Girls watch the project day by day; at last done.
Boys and girls launch, try it out by twos, threes, more.
Success. No leaks. Make lunch and sail down river.
An abandoned house appears. Going ashore—
They explore, eat lunch, play games, dare each other—
To strip. They all do. They dance, sun shines...time stops.
Categories:
precis, beauty, childhood, dance, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Serving my Nation I dreamed
But to wake and dread
Making a precis of the data.
Imaging the drops
Cascading my drums
Which eyelashes could not dam.
Was it not my desire
That I be decked
In the coveted dress?
Oh the monster's drill
That kept me drenched
And oft kept me dry
But patently in few days'
I shall hear the thrum of drum
And in the end find the City a droll.
Categories:
precis,
Form: Free verse
I write my poems for posterity:
To be trapped and preserved
In the pages of moth-eaten books,
To be discussed at universities
Hundred years after my death,
To be selected in syllabus and taught in
Classrooms of schools in remote lands,
In schools and exams to be summarized,
Shrunk into precis or its lines
Taken out for RC, Figures of speech,
Thought expansion-
I know my countrymen will ignore me
For every poet is ignored by his times and his homeland.
Poetry, like rolling boulder, gathers
Momentum and velocity as it advances
Deep into dark valley of time
I do not write for my country for she
Considers poetry a pastime, not a profession.
Categories:
precis, inspirational, introspection, visionary, write,
Form: Free verse