My rock group was getting stale
We no longer drew the fans
So I told my sad tale
To a public relations man
He gave me this advice:
"There's only one way to the light
Avoid the image of 'nice."
Let your inner demon take flight.
So we drove my car off a cliff in Malibu
Jumped out first, watched it dive
Made sure a camera man knew
Struck a pose with a high five.
I attended a posh party at night
Slapped my wife, who played the part
sniffed white powder, picked a fight
They rolled me out in a hospital cart.
I set fire to my guitar on stage
Firemen had been called, just in case
They sprayed me with a hose, I feigned rage
Yelled obscenities, got in their face.
But the fans would not return
Now I was without a car and a guitar
Plus dentist bills, no money to burn
Sold the mansion, no more a star.
I went back to my hometown
Helped an old lady walk where the street was wide
Cameras flashed, reporters took it down
that "Bad boy Jennings" had a good side!
Now the fans fill up my halls
It came as a total surprise
Now I've learned when the limelight calls
To be myself, no need for disguise.
If you knew me in the slightest bit, you might understand my point of view.
If you listened to me, you might here my true voice.
I know everything about you, but you can't put in nearly half the effort that I do.
If you won't do anything or even try, why would I stay?
If I stay and try to fix you, it would all just be a waste of my time.
Nativity Bandhan
Stranger in a strange city.
Protect yourself.
Wear a mask.
Protect from whom?
One virus makes me foreign.
Unwanted, unnecessary and mean.
Suddenly I am an alien.
In the city alien, familiar city alien.
In my alien country.
An Island within the Country.
Feeling of shame, humiliation.
I realize the remoteness in me.
Muted, starved, exhausted.
My labour is what is wanted,
Not I.
Market-based labour market.
Daily wager, coolies,
Adhoc workers, contractual staff.
Long roads,
Sleeping rails
Killing fields.
Dancing death.
Fear of dying 'here'.
There should be four to carry.
'Why was I born?' feeling.
Blame poverty, blame the city.
Why don't 'they' suffer?
The rustic place which drove me out
builds the bandhan.
I know everyone.
No one will chase me out.
There or not there
I eat something all the time.
My mean labour earns me respect.
All are my bandhan
No man is foreign.
This is my nativity.
Initially seems like the distance of tip of the needle ,
gradually drawing miles in the middle .
Leading to unnecessary battle ,
solving it can only settle .
The two become quiet ,
one the eyes clues there's a fight.
Breaking close relations ,
all over the nations .
~ Avantika
Initially seems like the distance of tip of the needle ,
gradually drawing miles in the middle .
Leading to unnecessary battle ,
solving it can only settle .
The two become quiet ,
one the eyes clues there's a fight.
Breaking close relations ,
all over the nations .
~ Avantika
In this digital world of perpetual pleasure,
Why must we purposely give each other pain,
Instead of easing our pressures,
We cause each other so much more strain,
Grabbing and tearing at the tattered fray,
Some bring upon darkness on the brightest days,
It's in our nature's or so that lies been told,
We waste away our youth as we give away our souls,
We search for a meaning in this thing we call life,
Where for a little kindness we'll gladly feel the knife,
Just a little cut, for no pain no gain,
Not realizing slowly we slip further from what's sane,
For on this endless wheel we all do blindy run,
We live for the chase in this race we all hope we've won,
Time waits for no one, so we continue the struggle,
Hoping for a future of love and happiness, no matter how subtle.
Clerk
deliberately rude
loses customer
Trust
Trust is fragile, yet so strong
In relations must belong
Of value beyond all worth
Than all the gold on the earth
Trust has high inherent risks
Often puts one in good stead
Should hidden motives exist
Relations eulogies read
Trust, like an old China plate
With hundreds years of use
E’en by King Henry the Eighth
Will always fail to abuse
Flip the plate high o’er and o’er
Handle with careless regard
Find it shattered on the floor
In hundreds of broken shards
By miracle, the pieces found
And glued in place bit by bit
Never will it be as sound
As before that careless flip
So with trust, and it is true
Abuse and misuse it, friend
It is a day you will rue
Will n’er be the same again
I.
The weather is cold. Do you need a sweater?
I feel warm and fine – never better.
Anything I can do for you?
Can’t think of one thing or two.
Want a hot cup of tea?
No thanks, not for me.
A nice back rub?
Not now bub.
Goodbye!
Bye!
II.
Hi!
Oh, hi!
How are you?
I have the flu.
Something I can do?
Can I have chicken stew?
So sir, I have no chicken,
But with toadstools I could thicken.
A nice back massage would sure be nice.
I surely doubt you could afford the price.
Real power lays in trust,
Without it the gold would rust,
Without it the sky would fall,
For it matters above all,
In relations of all kind,
Trust can bring the peace of mind.
My kind of Store
The big fancy door
Opened up into a whimsical store.
Things I haven’t seen before.
Things my Mother would deplore.
My eye caught something I wore,
I found it to be a bore.
I walked through and continued to explore.
Things Mom would like, I chose to ignore.
I will sneak them in my drawer,
I really don’t care anymore.
I will never be like her, I swore.
I will be listening to her nag no more.
Trying to get along is such a chore,
One I have begun to deplore.
Some speech to avoid in friendship
Or relationship
He "she" can say ,"
Without me ,
You could be miserable
Forever.
I am not your blaisser .
I don't know why
I knew you.
Better to be
With animal than you.
I am not your class.
I don't cooperate
With people of other races.
You are no longer in my heart.
Remember that,
I buried you yesterday. "
He "she" can say,
" I love you."
While he "she" plays
With his" her" feelings.
May 31/2023
Distance makes the heart grow fonder;
I prefer you over yonder.
If you get the urge to wander,
opportunities to squander,
find another place to launder.
Maybe once just stop and ponder
why your life’s this way.
There is nothing to destroy me,
Its me who destroys these,
After them what would I remain,
Nothing else, they will talk in my brain,
Life has gone crazy and it will go,
Until I am lazy, unless I grow,
They say I should talk,
Unaware of my fear of drop,
The discomfort I have,
Is the mum of a living grave,
The hidden darkness,
Is attempt of being socially fearless,
The truth of my life,
Is close to a knife,
The fear of my after spoil,
Drains the fire with more oil,
They come, be, flow,
I keep it rewinding slow,
Observe their flawless meet,
Retry on it but silence seems sweet,
I derive the meet from my thoughts,
That once some would die,
Candles lit up and souls be brought,
Our hearts be deep but the eyes won't try,
The peace will be felt in memories,
This way the relationships will breathe,
Missing each other in a powerful pause,
Everything stays broken for just one cause,
Love all but none,
It's in the heart but the mind,
In future we become stone,
Though doubtfully, we would never mind,
Trolleys on a relay
In a supermarket
To lend you a helping hand
To lighten up your burden
But to clear a paradox
PR goes all out to display
The organisation's heart and mind
With tolerance,understanding
Sincerity and genuineness
And to read the public reflections
To read the codes of their hearts
With great patience and perseverance
To see the well beings of
The public,the organisation and the society
On a triple-win-win-situation
Discarding any selfishness,benefits making,mischieves
And any scandals of course
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