Better requires less of the bitter,
And more of the Guinness.
Better requires less of life on a platter,
And more serious efforts to clean up a mess.
Better requires more reason for a natter,
And less reason for chatter that is meaningless.
Better requires more use of brain matter,
And less use of fixes that are useless.
Better requires more names that are dapper,
And less numbers that give only errors to address.
Better requires wallets that are fatter,
And less taxes for the mad hatter to bless.
Better requires more home runs from the next batter,
And less coaching by those who are clueless.
Better requires less glass to shatter,
And more children to progress.
Better requires empathy in quantity, more than a smatter,
And failure to appreciate the opposite sex, a sign of weakness.
Better requires more waste turned into matter,
And nature, to fear less.
Better requires perfect people to scatter,
And those who strive for better to be free of stress.
Better requires kindness not to clatter,
And envy to be no one's mistress.
Dark women and their softly lit shadows
haunt our days.
Men who dwell upon form and beauty,
are attracted to moths,
they grow too old, too fast,
their erotic minds
like over-sharpened pencils,
wear-down too soon.
Women who follow men
seeking the dangerous comfort
of strange desires,
blossom, then disappear into suburbia,
where they grow their fingernails,
de-claw their hungers
watching shopping channels.
Are we not all a portion,
and smatter of both these
gender frailties?
We live avoiding
the genitals of angels and demons,
yet the anatomic ****
of the over-sugared,
and unleavened breads,
grow ever stronger
in our backroom eyes.
Pariksha Pe Charcha
Pariksha Pe Charcha
When the session ends
A student wends
Shows a lot of determination
To prepare for one’s examination
We all feel stressed
And everything seems messed
There’s no time to waste
As we are being raced
Then just before our exam
‘Pariksha Pe Charcha’, by our Prime Minister came to rescue
Taught us there’s no need to cram
Just find what works best for you
We learnt that technology is a boon not a curse
It’s in our hands if we make it worse
Celebrate an exam like a festival
And try not to hustle
Competition is the best part of life
That’s how we learn to thrive
Working on ourselves continuously
And taking decisions cautiously
Marks do not matter
But that doesn’t mean we should smatter
Just try to give your best
Because it’s just a test
They were the oddest family and they ate no normal things
Before doctoring them up with metal, oil, and whatever nature brings.
Cottage cheese could not be eaten without a little bit of sequins blue.
How did they swallow those sharp bits, some a different hue?
The daughter dipped her French fries in chocolate cake batter,
Son ate so many thing made of copper, his teeth were all a smatter.
The father ate a bit of wet cat food on his sandwiches with glee.
Why the mother ran away from the family is a mystery to me
WE CAN’T BE COMPLACENT WITH CODVID-19
We are fighting an unseen enemy
It is real not rare- this coronavirus
At this time of COVID-19 pandemic being our enemy
Don’t be complacent Mr. Clean
You may have lived all your life being clean
Be you a laborer, officer, medical practitioner or an academician
Coronavirus is no respecter of personality, celebrity or position
Have you taken notice of this?
Bath twice or thrice with ten tablets of soap and So Clean
Put on your underwear, boxer and dress up from head to toe
Mingle, commute and socialize all day
Then check your scrotum you’ll find a dusty mud-like dirt.
Have you bothered to ask yourself where it came from?
We’re all at risk
So keep observing the protocol for the stoppage of the spread
No matter who told you as long as they are endorsed by WHO.
Do them and be safe and save others
Stay safe, don’t be complacent
If you think you’re smart the virus you see not is more smatter
Stay safe, we can overcome only if you and I care
The smatter and patter of May showers,
Falls on the remnants of April flowers;
Rivulets of design the soft rain weaves,
Running freely among March's fallen leaves.
Autumn is my favourite time of year,
It is neither summer nor winter here;
I know not which season's outfit to wear,
And my wool jumper is thrown over there.
Soon cold winter will arrive so bitter,
But in May we still see the sun glitter;
Green grass grows gathering under our feet,
And the scented air is balmy and sweet.
Oh May-time showers are gentle and fine,
Barely blocking beautiful May sunshine.
the acorn in the oak
bark bone fingers crusted brown
waving sinew, shedding sky
tap root summon’d deeply down
sighs like summer sound in rain
building up then down the shade
sunlight filters dappled beams
stormwinds wild up the glade
growth rings tell of time and fire
knots hold moments, seasons pass
thunderhead now roaring branches
whirlwind leaves in leaning grass
now black clouds spill heavy ink
first a smatter, soon much more
trunk soaked humid, lichen slick
ozone bite, ionic pour
for a moment pause creation
flash the static, crash the drum
rock the heavens, cloak the sun
clouds bursting out electric thrum
flashing pulse and threading sap
plasma blaze down wooded stroke
crack the mighty, split the bole
greenfather fallen low and broke
spent the clouded day turns blue
as from a storm new days are born
and next to ragged roots and grounded trunk
the oak waits quiet in the acorn...
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