This time
I held his hand tight
He is my only son
He sensed my grip.
...
Monstrous marketing strategies mutilate the mural of
meaningful businesses.
Some buy the buyers at any cost. and forget them after sale.
...
Ere enacting the act
blessed consummation of paper and pen, my soul sent supplicating prayers to the sanctorum of the sweet muses, eyes closed.
A formidable foreplay of
...
Our parents relished their shared
food at home
with my grandparents.
...
Hold my hand, gently, gently,
come, let's take
a walk along the beautiful
promenade, shall We?
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Friendship and Love
never be forced or bought.
They have to sprout out and
spree into fresh leaves and
...
As Mathew Arnold counselled,
'Thou hadst one desire', I had
one...to become a teacher.
I got what I desired.
...
Let thy ripening roads
have least traffic.
Peacefully pace thy speed,
be mindful of
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Braindrain Boomerangs
Brilliant youth continue
embracing self-banishment.
...
You, the diaspora
across and around the globe
sport a perennial
plant; crafty growth of
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Celebrate the gift of thy life
sans any complaints.
Wanna know the real meaning of life?
...
Forced to fell trees to furnish
the fold of palacial buildings?
Or to facilitate the formidable
...
Keep your campus
a drug free environment.
Strongly say No to drugs.
And always enjoy a drugless entertainment.
...
Canine wag of tail
exhibits gratitude
Human wag of tail
shows attitude!
...
Allons-y, mon ami!
Voila droit, pas d'ici.
Allez...allez, tout droit
Pourquoi pas? ..tout droit.
...
I come here to have
the most popular and
Most refreshing hot beverage
They offer it to you
...
Aum Namah Shivaya
What a just juxtaposition!
Jeevam + Japam + Shivam
Perfect prayer permutes
...
He wakes me up every dawn
With a shril bark of a 'bav'
Or with a gentle caress of his paw
I rise swiping my eyes with a yawn.
...
The Nine planets showered
Their choicest flowers
On an auspicious nineth day
Of waxing moon
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This Indian poet is a serving Professor of English for more than three decades, who has a passion for language and literature and is a polyglot too. He has already published many poems in English, online and offline in many a forums, magazines newspapers and literary journals. His book of verse, 'Indradhnush' a bouquet of poems, is already well known to the local reading public...a few poems viz, Dear Ronny, Reverie, Licenced to live everywhere, A New Year, 's Wish, Ere It's Nevermore, are widely read. He loves humanity, universal peace & harmony and believes in God.)
Take Me Back Home, My Dear Son.
This time
I held his hand tight
He is my only son
He sensed my grip.
I looked up
his visage and stammered,
'Please take me back, to our home'
And I just mused, No more stay here
In this geriatric Prison, my son.
My mused mots
Must have wielded
His mute mind.
He gave back a look
J'ai compris,
Tout de suite.
Still, I begged
'Please take me back, to our home'
He loosened grip
And went away
The gait greeted me
A long good-bye.
That night I shot
A question to my Maker, 'Why didn't you bless me with a daughter? '