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The Fatuous Philosopher


I am a philosopher
Of great mental acumen
I like to blow my own trumpet
As nobody seems to mention

While enlightening people
Of all hues, I think not twice
Morning to noon and noon to night
I love when people seek advice

Questions myriad on one's
life, future, and future wife
If their foreseen future is bad
Will better halves manage their life

Questions keep getting sillier
Till they get nonsensical
My thoughts are philosophical
But my answers turn whimsical

I love work, people love me
Results don't count, it's a game
All goes well the credit is mine
Nothing goes well, they get the blame

It's late gotta close my shop
Need food and a good night's sleep
'Morrow will be a busy day
So expect not I will come cheap

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A World Without War

The Sands of Time are
sinking,
foundation of peace
quaking,
Under the mountains of hatred
Peace finds itself
ransomed;
Human greed is overflowing,
thirst for Sapiens’ blood is growing;
Leaders on a whim are orchestrating
the wars that the nations are
fighting.

To help satisfy the egos of a few
Whole nations suffer,
as a consequence,
blame games continue;
Ambitions of a few lead to the
the folly of many;
Most wars are fought on
false pride,
A quality profuse among
Leaders of an ilk;
War is forged in leaders’ minds,
Peace takes its humble birth
in the hearts of the masses,
If peace is to survive
Past wrongs must remain
in the past.
It’s hard to imagine
A world without war,
the merchants of terror
have invested 
Trillions of dollars in standing armies,
and weapons of mass destruction;
The same resources could be invested in
sprightly human development;
Countries could focus more on
Society and peace.

Wars have been prevalent
and history a
mute witness,
yet a world without war is not a
Utopian dream,
far from it, it could be a
real possibility.
A world without war
would be a great opportunity
for society to develop and flourish;
The immense loss of life,
property, and infrastructure
is saved from destruction;
No more war casualties,
no more families ruined,
no more refugees;
Countries would focus more on their development
Instead of contending with
hostile nations.

A thought,
there wouldn’t be hostile nations, to begin with;
Where there’s peace
there’s stability,
where there’s stability there’s all-round progress;
As a species humans are not violent,
a world without war is not a far-fetched dream
if only we could revisit our
beliefs, choices, and actions
in all honesty.

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The Changing World

THE CHANGING WORLD

The age of chivalry and bravery has ended

That of sophistry, rivalry, upon us descended

Those with ability, to charm and talk, are commended

They are now indeed enemies, whom we once befriended

Where has all the love gone, hitherto, unlimited

The human greed for wealth remains unsatiated

For money, men unleash violence unabated

The rich and elite are highly ingratiated

The poor and forlorn man’s woes are unmitigated

Never were people so fearful, streets so deserted

Always under threat, somehow their lives will be disrupted

True, in Eve’s drawl and Adam’s fall, we have lamented

But Devil’s devious ways we have inherited

As peace-loving people, we too were once saluted

Today, hatred and revenge have left us demented

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As The Year Ends


The year is ending by leaving us sad;
For all those who left us in our journey;
So let’s pray for their souls we can be glad;
Having left us, are under God’s mercy.

Those who are in this world may they live long;
prayers ever irrational answered;
Smiles, happiness, prosperity among
Other boons granted are, forever, yearned.

Let us prepare to welcome the new year;
With sincere thoughts first and actions honest;
Be eager to spread good news, do not hear
Or fuel rumours at others’ behest.

These are the signs of a patriot true;
Avoid anger if you cannot construe.

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The Aged Man


Aged man walks on the busy street
Beyond his ability to cross
Cane in hand, old friends he needs to meet
Delayed by rain, worried about loss

Earlier, he fell into a hole
Finding out he damaged his right leg
Good that he didn't hurt body whole
Heading to the market for an egg

In the dark of the night without light
Just then, he saw a mean dog and swayed
Knowing fully well the turn is tight
Lingering for a moment, dismayed

Managed to lose his footing on ground
Neck deep in marshy land off the road
On witnessing the scene the dog frowned
Prepared to attack but turned and slowed

Questions stormed the old man's fevered mind
Reminding him of his old weakness
Should he shout for help or wait to find
The dog's aggression or its meekness

Until the dog heard sounds of people
Viciously running towards the ditch
With clubs and sticks making it feeble
Xbox games came to mind was it dog, b tch?

Yet, whatever, it did not relent
Zeal is good, finally, it was bent
At last, he was saved from emboggment
But he never learned what was meant

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Husband Dear


I romance you, but you romance the sparkling stone
I love you with my heart, but your heart is in the phone

I talk to you lovingly, you talk to our little pet Tommy
I ask you to cook for me, you turn to call your mommy

I question, what ever happened to our undying love?
You look fixedly at me, and wonder why I’m asking now?

Roses were red, violets were blue when we used to date
Now, rubies are red, sapphires are blue as I curse my fate

Marriage, before it, I had my liberty and was independent 
Since you entered my life, my neck has a  collar with a pendant

You never cease talking to your friends, and your mother
Over phone, when I make an urgent call you don’t bother

I know you love me, but it is for your own self-interest
Which actually means you love what is good for your rest

I know you love me but you know it is, also, for your own good
Like the goose that laid the golden eggs, I’d worry about your mood

You wish to be one of high society and take part in kitty party
To be at home and manage the house instead of being nasty

Not worrying about cooking, children, and their school
From work I return, to do your chores, again to be a fool

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Haiku



Sanity is gone
An intense moment of joy
And a pleasant shock

does make it happen
Even the most anchored man
seldom escapes it

Like spider in wait
stalking ready to pounce on
Happiness and cheer

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Awakening


Whilst at school, in the years gone by, when as a child,

Impish I was, and sprightly too, but not so sure of my mind;

Followed the old teacher’s dictum, “memorise by rote,

To succeed in life”, she said, so I got into the hard grind;


Truly, the best of my growing years, I had burned out,

Losing my sweet innocence in, fun filled frolic and play;

Coming of age, dilatorily, I realised, an axiom of life,

Nothing shall be gained, and everything lost, if I delay;


Deep in my heart, before college, I was so foolishly certain,

I was the one to have a broad, sentient, and an open mind;

Years of academic pursuit have scholastically conditioned me,

Graduate study promised the rainbow, but coloured me blind;


In the birth, infancy, and adolescence of a growing mind,

I thought, perceived, and believed everyone called me “blessed”;

Gathering my senses, from the stupor of failed endeavours,

I realised late, but for good, they had actually said “distressed”;


Rising from the ashes, determined in taking up a position,

I staunchly, believed in core integrity, and plumped for justice;

The grand old existing system, of bureaucracy, among others,

Taught me the principles I was proud of, now is my nemesis;


I know not, and care not, what predicaments and problems,

Might appear today, tomorrow, or the more distant future;

I shall forget the past unredeemed, and enjoy the present

Indescribable, nothing can dampen my exuberant nature.



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Another Year's Demise


My thoughts reflecting upon a year that is about to pass into history. Each month bringing its own joy, sorrow, and contemplations. I have written It in the form of a couplet, adopting a 12 syllable meter per line of verse which can also be called Alexandrine. My thoughts are mostly based on Indian weather conditions which are diverse and complex in nature.

My resolution for the New Year was anew,
Then the time to break the resolution was due;

As the new year grew old again, so did my will,
A few clichéd preachings and the routine drill;

It was the month January, new was the year,
Armed with newer resolutions, I had no fear;

The month was gone, shortish February was here,
To grapple with resolutions, mind’s still unclear;

March, beware of the Ides, they bring nothing but gloom,
It was also the time for the flowers to bloom;

You should never forget the trusting April Fool,
Do not be deceived by friends, remain ever cool;

May, dedicated to labour, union’s call,
Yet, most reactions to work, often whimsical;

Summer was upon us as we reached mid-year June,
People could not bear the heat and were out of tune;

Just as I came to terms with the heat of tropics,
‘twas time to discuss rain and related topics;

Wet July had come, quenching, and never too soon,
The topics to discuss changed to stormy monsoon;

August, too rainy, no Sun, no blue sky, no fun,
Yet, vibrant shades of green filled uninspiring dunne;

The weather can get cyclonic, come September,
The havoc it caused was something to remember;

The ancient name for October, Winterfylleth,
Romans chose Octo to name the eighth for the tenth;

November, orphan nobody wants, damp and cold,
Uninspiring, barren too, nothing to behold;

Snowy December brought with it end of the year,
Heralding celebrations for X’mas, and New year;

Another year passes, promised all so much joy,
Delivered pain, hate, and too little to enjoy;

Why new hopes are always linked to resolutions,
Love forever primal fear confabulations;

If character, attitude is impeccable, 
That’s when hope matches success glorifiable;


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Time


I am Time,
I do not know
Where I’ve come from
Nor do I know whither I am going
I only know that I started in the past
And am going to the future
I can’t stop myself even
If poets mistakenly say I stand still sometimes
If I stand still, I’ll cause chaos
If I move back I’ll kill people
Or bring the dead back to life
And undo things both good and bad
My only option is to move forward
Like an arrow from a bow,
A bullet from a barrel or
Like the spoken word that 
Cannot be taken back.
People talk of Time travel
I grin and keep my peace
When I cannot travel back
How can they?

Advocateurs say I heal
Yes, I heal, but I also kill
As I pass, I transform infants into young
And young into old, and old into the dead
That’s the only way I know
The old must yield place to the new
That is the law of life
I have no memory of my own
Only people have a memory of me
People ask me what is my age
Physicists say I was born 14 billion years ago
Though I can't recall my birth
I am too old by earthly standards
But do I have a death? I do not know
If I’ve lived a long, long life
There must be something in me
That defies death
Because the universe is there I am there
If the universe ceases to exist, I will too
I have no purpose of my own
My purpose is linked to people’s purpose
In life;

You wonder where I live
I exist in your active mind
If you die, I exit
I have no use for the dead
The dead have no use of me
The living waste me like
Water running down the drain
I am an entity that defies
Definition
I am a concept imagined
By people who are industrious
The lazy and the procrastinators
Do not understand my value
I am different things
to different people
I am Time.