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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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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.

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Sunflower

Bright and glowing, attired in gold
Birds sing to me, while bees kiss me,
The butterflies love mien, golden
Chipmunks relish my seeds with glee;

I serenade you in your rainbow garden
Patiently nurturing overbearing bees
Sucking on my nectar even as the bold
Butterflies compete with a certain cool ease;

Bringing glorious sunshine into your tedious life
And soaking in all the irresistible Sun power
Making you smile like a proud florist you've never been
In your garden of love, I’m your alluring Sunflower

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Another Year

A year has gone by, let it go,
Embrace the new year as it comes;
Past skirmishes, and slights, let go,
Let’s greet happiness in our homes;

Another year is upon us,
Amidst new start-ups and new hopes;
Time for us all to greet and bless,
Honest opinions avoid tropes;

One more year thus, has gone away,
Our blunders, still, are holding sway;
How have we let it slip away,
Like sand through our fingers each day;

The time is not to fret or frown,
No point in telling all in town;
‘Cause it could lead to a breakdown,
Lest people should call thee a clown;

Wishes, greetings, also blessings,
To our trusty friends, good tidings;
New year comes to tug at feelings,
That make us think of reflectings;

Resolutions made and broken,
And to make with no fear again;
Even if in good health or pain,
Let not our efforts go in vain;

Wishes are in order to all,
Let’s greet them first and foremost, call;
If you remain aloof and tall,
People will know you have some gall;

Every human is good at heart,
Unless devil sends them astray; 
It’s our duty, fight from the start,
Keep dark thoughts and evil away;

So, make merry before it ends,
If friendship broken, make amends;
Time for new ideas, new trends,
As the New Year among us blends.

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A Matter Of Faith


When I was a child, I wondered

Was deep sleep, death?

Was every morning a new life, a new incarnation?

Waking up, I found the people around me were the same

I was the same too, nothing changed

This cannot be death I rationalized

When I came of age, I wondered

Is life for real, or are we just atoms clumped together?

Maybe programmed to do certain things

Where did the thought processes begin,

In the heart, in the brain, or the soul?

Is soul, a self-thinking, self-actuating program?

Is the brain the hardware and the soul the software?

Why do we all think differently?

Maybe because the hardware has variable Ram

And software has different versions

I thought humans were meant to do good in this world

And evil was only a manifestation of a virus

Today, life and observation have taught me many things

This world isn’t perfect, it was never meant to be

It is like a classroom where we all are undergoing a test

It is not even a level playing field and the syllabi are different

The resources are varied, and the exam papers are different

Those who cannot cope with the syllabus or exam commit suicide

In a sense, they have chucked the exam and stand rusticated

There is no second chance and there can never be in one’s lifetime

I believe there are discounts and concessions for some

The homeless, the physically and mentally handicapped, the orphans

Have no resources but have a bulky syllabus to contend with

On the other hand, the rich and the elite hog all the resources there are

Without paying an iota of attention to preparing for the test

When it comes to the divine exam, it is made difficult by design

For the haves and easy for the have-nots

That begs the question, why is there

An exam to test all with no absentees?

I believe this world was created deliberately 

And perfectly, to remain imperfect

If we can ignore the oxymoron, we may find the real purpose

God Almighty is perfect and He could have

created a perfect world if He wanted to

Alas, that was not his intention, He created an imperfect world to test

Us humans in integrity, patience, morality,

Faith, power, piousness, et cetera

And give weightage to the have-nots and lower sections of society

The rich and the crème de la crème get little or no weightage in this test

Just as every written test and interview is conducted to segregate

Who gets the job and who doesn’t

This test is for who gets Heaven and who doesn’t

Hell exists and there is a reason for it

If this world was perfect, why would anyone ever crave for Heaven?

this world and everything in it is ephemeral

Nothing has lasted forever and nothing will

Yes, it belongs to the rich, elite, powerful, and the hypocrites

But does the promised world belong to them? 

No, it belongs to people of pure faith devoid of greed and evil designs

So, why crave this world that promises you

Nothing but robs you of your faith?

If you wish to keep your faith intact shun this world and its temptations

You get a world in the Hereafter that is for real and lasts forever

The beauty of the promised world

Is breathtaking and beyond imagination

But do we have the patience and perseverance?

To wait until the day of reckoning?

Or do we say “A bird in hand is worth two in the bush,”

And cling to the goodies of this world

Not being sure of the ‘promised’ world

It’s a tough call, rising above the pain,

Suffering, hunger, and corruption

To keep our faith and strive to achieve

Entry into the Eternal Place of Happiness

The choices and consequences are ours,

No blame game is allowed in Heaven or Hell.


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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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