Sunday, 23 December 2012

HIS PRESENCE IS EVERYWHERE


God resides in the Air
and the Air permeates everywhere....
Without him we cannot breathe; 
Without him we cannot sleep...
Without him we can neither sow nor reap
I believe his presence is everywhere

God resides in the Air
and the Air permeates everywhere.
Without him the trees don’t rustle
Without him my life would not be a hustle
Without him my world would not be a bustle
I believe his presence is everywhere

God resides in the Air
and the Air permeates everywhere.
Without him the bells would not tinkle
Without him my skin would not wrinkle
Without him my life would not be a sweet jingle
I believe his presence is everywhere

God resides in the Air
and the Air permeates everywhere.
Without him the clouds would not be drifting
Without him my spirit would not be a lifting
Without him my poem I would not be writing
I believe his presence is everywhere

God resides in the Air
and the Air permeates everywhere.
Without him my life would have been haywire
Without him the world would have been mere mire
Without him would the world have been there?
For I believe his presence is everywhere

Friday, 21 December 2012

GOOD MORNING BLESSED WORLD


Good Morning blessed world.
About your end I was told
And as the day unfurled
The prediction went really cold
And I knew that God lives in you
For you will always survive
It’s become the Morning after
And the doomsday prediction mere banter
For the end of this amazing world
Was the end of everything; we were told
But God can never end
So the world never did bend
Yesterday was a new beginning
And definitely not an end..

A TRIBUTE TO BOB DYLAN


I would walk as far and as much as it needs
Until I can be called as a Man
I would fly as much as a white dove needs
before I can sleep in the sand
I would face as many cannon balls as it takes
To make sure it surely gets banned
Till I hear the answer my friend
The answer that is blowin in the wind....

I would exist as long as a mountain must exist
Before I am washed into the sea
I can exist as long as I need to
Until I’m allowed to be free
I’ll turn my head as many times as I should
Until I stop pretending and see
Till I hear the answer my friend
The answer that is blowin in the wind....

I will look up as many times I must
Until I can see the sky
I will have as many ears as my body can take
Until I hear them cry
I will die as many times as much as it takes
To know that many have died
Till I hear the answer my friend
The answer that is blowin in the wind....

TAKE ME FORWARD, OH GOD!


Take me forward
Lead the way
Take my life onward
Forever hold sway
Plans and strategies are wasted
For as you please you may
And in my mouth defeat tasted
As you do with me play
Take me onward and forward
Lead the way if you may
Mould me for the better
To walk without going astray.
My request I place as this poetic letter
Thanks for making me see a better day.

ROLE REVERSAL


When the victim is looked at as the victimizer
When the good ones are considered bad
When the person in agony is considered the perpetrator
Then the situation in our society is grim and sad

When the employer is afraid of the employee
When the teacher is scared of the student
When the general populace is rude to me
Then it is better to shut up and remain prudent

When the child behaves like an adult
When a crook behaves like an honest gent
When the calm rise up in riotous tumult
Then I know character is not worth a single cent

When the ruled become the unruly
When the loved ones behave without love
When the unfaithful claim to be yours truly
Then it’s time for the curtain call and bow

Sunday, 16 December 2012

I'M GLAD TO BE UNWORTHY


I am unworthy
Unworthy of your love
Everyone is truly worthy
While I remain unworthy of love

My parents threw me out
For I am unworthy
My woman threw me out
Because I’m unworthy

Everybody has left me
For I am unworthy
They don’t even want to see
For I am unworthy

I now stand alone
I realise I am unworthy
Everything is lost and gone
For they are all worthy

Everybody is really worthy
Because they found me unworthy
I am now glad to be unworthy
For that has made them worthy

TWO ROADS


Two long and narrow roads branched off
in the middle of a thick dense forest
and I desired to walk and travel both.
Being one sole entity so earnest
but a believer in the concept of duality
I gazed on them as far as I could behold
to where they vanished into infinity.
I looked at one of that which did branch
It did appear barren; more dry, desolate
and looked lonelier than the other
which was much more fertile and green
and appeared more frequently used.
The road that was surrounded by green
on both sides was well worn
and had inns and motels to rest on
with smiling and beckoning irresistible women
with wine and gourmet both tantalizingly sublime.
The wicked and evil side within me
decided to set out on the journey and travel
on the outwardly green and beaten path,
while the sweet good angel within me
did not bother to opt or chose
the dry and desolate road of good
For the good within me,
the road did not matter; nor the lack of food
It was only the way or the intent so to say
With which one traveled that did.
While the bad within me
was attracted by the sights and the lights
as well as sounds of the evil road.
I was curious to find out and come to know
the destinations of the winding road
and decided to share my entire  time
between traveling with the bad
side of me and the good
side of me; both equally shared.
I decided not to be biased
or judgmental about either
of my two sides.
I decided to share my life
equally with both the sides of me.
I then called upon my good
and bad side and asked them
with whom I should travel first.
While the bad wanted me
to start the journey with him,
the good couldn’t care less
and was the least bit bothered.
Perceiving my dilemma
the good told me, “my friend and master,
you will need youth on your side
if you are to bear the rigor
and hardships of the road
that has been provided
for you to experience the journey”.
But the bad would not
accept his argument.
The bad wanted me
to give it a chance
to first satisfy itself fully
and since the good
was not too particular
I allowed myself
to be swayed by the bad.

Now I am beaten and worn
And I have learn’t the perils of the bad
I’m so tired and my muscles are torn
It really makes me so sad
That I didn’t give the good road the chance
It deserved to be my priority
I just wanted a dirty dance
And pamper all of my vanity.
Now though I wish to walk the road of goodness
I find that am physically weary and unfit
I have become so used to the luxury of the badness
That for the road of goodness I’m now a misfit
While the good side of me
Contemptuously says, “I told you so”
For the bad has managed to not let me be
And now its time to leave my body and go…
This is something I worked on which did not come out the way I wanted. Not interested in rewriting it several times and being one who believes in the spontaneity of creativity, I am posting this here though it is not what you would really appreciate.

Wednesday, 5 December 2012

TIME IN A BOTTLE


How frequently; how often,
Have each and every one of us
Wished we could soften
The blows that life delivers us
And capture time in a bottle?

How desperately; how terribly,
Have each and every single one of us
Wished we could forcibly
Remove the ills that trouble us
By capturing time in a bottle?

The problem with us
Is that we have blinkered vision
And forget that time resides within us
In a kind of a prison
For we ourselves are the bottle.

The joy within us
Is that we create our own destiny
And the choices are ours
To make with careful scrutiny
For we hold time within our bottle.
   

Monday, 3 December 2012

BOMBING THE MOON


Here we go;
Just bombing the Moon
In our quest for knowledge;
Just bombing the Moon
Assuming it has no life;
Just bombing the Moon
Assuming it can’t feel pain;
Just bombing the Moon
Not knowing its all in vain;
Just bombing the Moon
Not realizing its significance;
Just bombing the Moon.

But then;
Just bombing the Moon
Tears me apart;
Just bombing the Moon
Sends a dagger thro’ my heart;
Just bombing the Moon
Makes me wince and cry;
Just bombing the Moon
Not realizing it is within;
Just bombing the Moon
All creative endeavour a killin';
Just bombing the Moon.

For little does Man know;
That the Moon lives within us.
Though we can’t prove or show;
The Moon within us.

OUR PRECIOUS HOME


The world is our wonderful house
It is we who must keep it clean
Let us not allow a stupid mouse
To dirty and scavenge therein

Would we spit in our living room?
Would we dirty our house?
Would we defecate in our bedroom?
Would we humiliate our spouse?

Society is our beloved family
It is we who must protect
Our most beloved human family
When evil powers it try to destruct

Would we let a burglar enter?
Would we be so callow?
Would we not our family mentor?
Would we rascals and crooks allow?

The world is our beloved house
It is we who must keep it secure
Let us not permit the louse
To suck the blood we require

Would we keep our house untidy?
Would we in our house be unruly?
Would we keep our house badly?
Would we in our house behave dirty?

Society is our wonderful family
It is we who must keep it pure
This is my sincere homily
To keep it pristine for sure

Would we cheat on family?
Would we betray their love?
Would we allow them to remain hungry?
Would we to evil bow?

The world is our beautiful house
Let us make it our home divine
It’s just that my love is the cause
Of penning this poem of mine

Would we destroy what we did build?
Would we cause it to rot?
Would we not the splinters weld?
Would we lose all we’ve got?

Society is our blessed family
It is we who must help it to grow
Let us protect it from the enemy
And to it our solidarity show

Wednesday, 28 November 2012

AN ODE TO COMMON SENSE

I wandered lonely and depressed on a dark eerie road;
Groping for light within and Truth, which needed understanding.
I was tired and walked with a burden of sin; indeed a heavy load,
When I came across the Arch Angel of wisdom so demanding.

The Arch Angel seemed troubled sad and sorrowfully mourning
I wondered if an Arch Angel could be filled with emotion so human?
I therefore decided to ask the angel without being demeaning
The Angel then replied with a voice never heard but by a few men

Today I mourn the loss of a dear old trusted and sincere aide,
Common Sense, who had been assisting me for many years.
No one knows for sure how old he was, or where he did reside
or when his health did deteriorate leading to paranoid fears

His birth records were lost in bureaucratic red tape of munificence
And his life since then has dissolved into many emotional tears.
The world however will remember him for his lessons in prudence
For he taught all men to abide by their conscience without yielding to fears.

He taught the world the importance of being the early bird
He taught the world the importance of knowing when to call it quits
He taught Men that Life isn't always fair; but one should abide by his word
He taught Men not to blame others; but accept ones faults without ifs and buts

Common Sense gave simple, sound financial policies for all to follow
Teaching Men not to spend more than what they can and could earn
For in death, life would then seem ever so futile and truly shallow
He taught reliable strategies that even defunct companies did turn

The problem started when his health began to deteriorate gradually
Due to well intentioned but overbearing regulations set in place.
As a result even parents could not whip their children so dastardly
Teachers too found pupils rude and their respect vanished without a trace

Common Sense suffered a heart attack when reports reached him
of a four year old boy punished when he kissed a classmate;
while Drivers who ran through traffic signals unpunished; at their whim
And a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, caused a stalemate.

Common Sense lost ground when parents complained about strict teachers
For doing the job that they themselves should have done but failed to
Common Sense lost his will to live as he watched the exploitation of preachers
And criminals received preferential treatment while the good did suffer too

Common Sense had a breakdown; when he couldn't defend himself from a burglar
While the apprehended burglar then did sue him for assault and battery
He finally gave up the ghost, after a hot cup of coffee was spilt at a restaurant by a waiter
The customer on whom it fell sued for a huge settlement making justice a mockery

Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Mister Truth and Madame Trust,
By his wife, Missus Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.
He is survived by four stepbrothers; I Know My Rights even when I am wrong and bust
I want it now, right now, Someone Else Is To Blame not me and I'm A Victim of treason

Not many attended his melancholy, somber and sparsely attended funeral ceremony
Since not many except the enlightened souls had truly realised that he was gone.
If you still believe in him, continue to light the lamp of wisdom as an obituary
Or else just join the majority and remain an unlit lamp that never did shine".

This was first received by me as a forwarded mail in prose form and I worked on it to convert it into an Ode. So, let me have your feed back.....

THE CYCLE OF CHANGE


I leased out my condo in Heaven
And rented out a shack in Hell;
cos that's where all my loved ones are..
Baby, without them I can’t just gel

Nothing does forever change
Though it is said it is inevitable
And everything appears to change
While the truth is change is reversible

Just as the Dog returns to eat his Vomit
and the Sow returns to her Mire,
So does the harlot return to her client
And the followers to God return in prayer

Change is the only constant
That appears all the time
The illusion of the permanent
That forever is not thine

Just as the putrid shit turns fertilizer
To produce the food that’s eaten
So also is death the great equalizer
And only God does remain unbeaten

I leased out my condo in Heaven
And rented out a shack in Hell;
For that’s where my friends are
Now baby, does that ring a bell……???

Monday, 5 November 2012

JUST FERTILISER


We are all just organic fertiliser
for nature's beautiful trees and other flora
While death is the great equaliser
awaiting us in a corner

We are all mere fertiliser
rich in mineral wealth
Happy as long as we are with her
as long as we are in the pink of health

We are all just kinds of fertiliser
seeking pleasures out of our life
blissful when we fertilise her
but unhappy in our strife

We are all just organic fertiliser
filled with arrogance and egoistic nature
little realising that when we go under
we become nothing but mere fertiliser

THE TRUTH ABOUT SPEAKING THE TRUTH


When I was young, very, very young
I was taught to speak the Truth.
When I was strong, very, very strong
I was told to speak only the Truth.
To speak the Truth and only the Truth.

When I was young, very, very young
I rebelled and lived in a world of sin
When I was strong, very, very strong
I lived the life of a garbage bin
Speaking nothing but lies and untruth.

When I was young, very, very young
I was loved by my kith and kin
When I was strong, very, very strong
I was loved by them in spite of my sin
Professing love which was only untruth

Now I am old after a life miss-spent
But I now speak only the total Truth
Now I am grey with body truly bent
But I now speak only the factual Truth
Though despised by kith and kin; both

Now I am old after a life miss-spent
and despised by my kith and kin
Now I am grey with body truly bent
I continue to be chastised by my kin
For speaking nothing but the Truth is sin.

Now I am old and worn out
Accused of creating controversies
Now I am grey and burnt out
Told of a time and place for realities
Doing nothing but laugh at their hypocrisies

So my friends let Truth be proudly told
There’s no such thing as a time and place
For truth to be boldly spoken and truly told
All time is the right time and all places the right place
To honour Truth; even though I suffer untold

Friday, 26 October 2012

THE MUSIC OF SILENCE


Have you ever listened to the music of silence?
How sweet and melodious do its notes ring
Wild music only breeds violence
But silence is soft and harmonious does sing.

The music of silence is the music of our breath
How many of us have stopped to listen
To this the music of the earth
Not many; for we all are busy in sin.

The music of silence is the chant of the divine
How precious and special it does sound
Much more intoxicating than wine
But harmless and with good health it does abound

The music of silence is not depressing but uplifting
How high does the soul that listens soar
Calm, serene, gentle and comforting
Such music can never ever be a bore.

PLEASURE IN PAIN


A koel is born
In the nest of a raven
At birth it is torn
From its surrogate haven
With no mother born
It spreads its wings

In agony it sings
When out of its screams
A song in the morn
That echoes its dreams
Indeed a symphony, it is sworn
A eulogy it seems………..

An ugly dark mother
Has orphaned a melodious singer.

Tuesday, 23 October 2012

A CELEBRATION OF VICTORY: AN ANTHEM FOR VIJAYA DASAMI


Victory is ours my friend,
victory is ours forever.
Victory is ours my friend,
victory is ours forever.

Let evil thoughts be banished,
to the wilderness of forgetting.
All impure thoughts have vanished,
no more evil begetting.

Victory is ours my friend,
victory is ours forever.
Victory is ours my friend,
victory is ours forever.

The force of good has conquered,
the weakness of evil proved.
Entire armies of evil massacred,
the forces of good are good.

Victory is ours my friend,
victory is ours forever.
Victory is ours my friend,
victory is ours forever.

Let evil foes flee,
and destructive forces run.
Truth they shall see,
and its prevalence under the Sun.

Victory is ours my friend,
victory is ours forever.
Victory is ours my friend,
victory is ours forever.

Good has certainly triumphed,
over all forms of evil.
In goodness we shall walk,
surely we shall and we will.

Victory is ours my friend,
victory is ours forever.
Victory is ours my friend,
victory is ours forever.

Surrender to the pure,
seek forgiveness for the impure.
Blessings are for sure,
to those who’ve turned to good for sure.

Victory is ours my friend,
victory is ours forever.
Victory is ours my friend,
victory is ours forever. 

Monday, 22 October 2012

BLUETOOTH IN THE BRAIN

I wanted my kids to gain knowledge
But they were more interested in trash
I knew that their life would be on the ledge
If they lived life so fast and rash

I tried to make them read many a book
I tried to make them engage in study
But it was not all that it really took
To make them gear up and be ready

Now I am old and have lots to tell them
I wish they would really take me seriously
For I have many ancient secrets to impart 'n tell ‘em
But they would never listen and take me seriously

Therefore I wish that I had Bluetooth in my brain
Just like how I have it; on my state of art mobile
For then with just the press of a key they could gain
All that that they have missed out, all the while

But then I realized that its not just old me
Who needed Bluetooth in my demented brain
But my kids too needed it just as much as me
To receive the data, images and information of gain

Blue tooth in the brain
Oh! How much they could gain
If we truly had Bluetooth in the brain
For then they would feel no pain.
   

I DON'T LIKE USING SMILEYS


I don't like using smileys,
square or round....
I prefer smiling
with my face so round
than smiling with smileys
so superficial and unsound.

Smiling they say
causes well being
indeed what a way
to good health and living

I don’t like those who use smileys
Rather than smile with their faces
I find such people are really wily
And have up their sleeve a few aces
Which they serve with smileys
While the hurt brings grimaces to faces

Smiling they say
causes well being
indeed what a way
to good health and living

Sunday, 21 October 2012

AN ONION


I was pottering around the kitchen trying to cook up something to impress my wife when it suddenly struck me that I hadn't written a poem for quite awhile now. Therefore, to make amends I decided to cook up one then and there. Needless to say that my attempt at cooking up a poem ended up as a fiasco for I only ended up messing the dish that I was preparing as well as the poem that I was cooking. Rather than pleasing my wife, I ended up being the cause of her pulling a long face (actually, the long face suits her more than the attempt at a pleasant face that she makes). Having made her day or rather her night unpleasant, I realised that it would not be fair on my part if I did not share my poem with you my friends just as I had shared my dish with her. So I now place this dish before you my friends for your appetite.

The world is nothing but an onion
It only makes you cry
Nothing but a tangy, tasty onion
Only when we do it fry…..

The seven worlds are nothing but an onion
Worlds which are not just independent
But layers of the same single onion
Perceived to appear different

The world is nothing but an onion
It only makes you cry
Nothing but a tangy, tasty onion
Only when we do it fry…..

The world is pungent like an onion
It can make your mouth to stink
Even the strongest who are like iron
Are polluted in a wink.

The world is nothing but an onion
It only makes you cry
Nothing but a tangy, tasty onion
Only when we do it fry…..

The world is as necessary as an onion
It helps prepare a tasty dish
To make a sweet life out of an onion
You have to sauté it as you wish

The world is nothing but an onion
It only makes you cry
Nothing but a tangy, tasty onion
Only when we do it fry…..

P.S.: Don't try to take the fork & knife to attempt murdering me for that is the prerogative of my wife.

Friday, 19 October 2012

CLEAN OUTSIDE; UNCLEAN INSIDE


The wind wafts
dry leaves, waste paper
and dust.
Swirling around
they enter
the living room
to be swept
with a broom
and then enter
our hearts
to remain
uncleansed and rotten
causing pain
though forgotten
Just clean outside
but unclean inside.