MISCELLANEA (Book) http://www.Writing.Com/main/books.php/item_id/963917/action/archive WELCOME TO 2012 [Welcome to the New Year.] Welcome to you, twenty and twelve, Nascent, newborn infant of time, When you were born the bells did chime; Eleven's burden we did shelve. What you will bring we do not know. No one knows yet Obama's fate But I say so quite clear and straight I'm sure he'll win the second sh...[Read Full Post] Tue, 17 Jan 2012 21:42:15 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/744765 THE POT SAYS THE KETTLE IS BLACK [The ignorant judge others by mere appearance while being unaware of their own worthlessness.] The pot thinks it shines too well But calls the kettle black. Their own deficiencies, Some people just can't track. About such people only This is what I can tell: Blessed are the ignorant In whom doubts ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 15 Nov 2011 21:40:23 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/733512 YOU CAST SPELL IN A MOMENT: bilingual You cast spell in a moment. My heart in your thoughts is spent. I searched for you incessant; Then I found you while I dreamt. You have left me so alone, I am helpless, woe-begone. Cold and dark is every night; No moon rays and no star light. For others' woes none bothers; Yet I told m...[Read Full Post] Wed, 26 Oct 2011 01:56:18 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/733507 YOUR ANGER I WILL PLACATE: bilingual [Promises and desires of love.] Your anger I will placate. My offers will not abate. Come, banish my loneliness; Make my face a smile possess. Let me drink from sweet eyes thine; I will forget all woes mine. I may see you all the time, Humming a soft tune sublime. May god grant me jus...[Read Full Post] Wed, 07 Sep 2011 14:59:35 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/733505 YOUR THOUGHT: bilingual [The memories of the departed. A bilingual poem.] It is true, always your thought Has in my eye a tear brought. In moments of solitude Your sad memories intrude. In the day feelings are shy But in the night heart does cry. Whenever I am alone Tunes of the past make me moan. An image illusory Torments ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 26 Oct 2011 01:30:17 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/733495 YOU ARE NIGH, I CAN'T TOUCH YOU: a ghazal [Uncertain moves.] You are nigh, I can't touch you, Unless you are willing too. This veil of uncertainty, I just cannot see it through. A quaint desire in my heart, Incessantly it does brew. They haunt me all day and night; How can your thoughts I eschew? Khalish, when you ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 07 Sep 2011 12:12:10 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/733494 LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI [With aplology to John Keats.......] La belle dame sans merci, Look, what your looks have done! Your wild eyes have made me so Haggard and woe-begone. La belle dame sans merci, With hair silken and long, I want to hear your sweet voice; Enthrall me with a song. La belle dame sans merci, So fresh in att...[Read Full Post] Tue, 25 Oct 2011 04:04:56 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/733493 I AM DEAD NOW [The parting words.] I am almost dead now, don't wake me, You who have been the cause of my death. Be bold and do confess to the world You poisoned me. Why do you now dread? I tried to humour you but I failed, You that bit the hand that had fed you. You starved me and denied me all help. It's no use saying it ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 07 Sep 2011 11:58:51 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/733492 THE DAME IN THE CEMETERY Who are you, the dame in the cemetery, Trying to cover your beauty in dark, From the prying fingers that seek to claw, Your sweetness, as you clutch the epitaph? Are you the fairy of the night that has Chosen today the graves, not the cradles, To bring new hopes and dreams to those long dead, Rather than to those ...[Read Full Post] Fri, 23 Mar 2007 15:29:57 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/497178 YOU WERE MY INSPIRATION You were my inspiration, But that was long ago. Now you are too much with me. You impede my thoughts’ flow. For my writing I need some Thoughts, events and feelings, That are truly different From every day dealings. Can something long-existing Be forever my muse? No. For seeking something new, I don&#8...[Read Full Post] Thu, 22 Mar 2007 16:18:48 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/496928 WHEN IGNORANCE IS BLISS Trying to understand those Who can’t be understood, Is like cracking a hard nut. Why thusly try we should? Some speak compulsively and Some do so with forethought. Heeding the former, often, With frustration is fraught. We should learn to ignore that Which is best left untouched. Under the weight of f...[Read Full Post] Tue, 06 Mar 2007 15:21:09 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/492961 THE WANDERER: a sonnet I left my home to wander a bit but It’s too long that I have been now away. Umbilical cord to home has been cut. Back to home now I cannot find my way. There’s none waiting for me in the old shack. The faces I once knew have departed. The once colourful canvass is now black. My attempts to paint it ha...[Read Full Post] Tue, 06 Mar 2007 05:01:01 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/492862 VILE WORLD Why do I live, for whom I live, In this world that’s so vile? In truth’s name people speak a lie And don’t admit they lied. Life does slowly in this world slide, But it’s rather idle. About what is the ideal, I have no idea. • Written in abcb, 8-6-8-6 format. • Written for ‘End-Word Evol...[Read Full Post] Tue, 13 Feb 2007 13:19:21 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/487768 A RUSTY KEY A rusty lock, a rusty key, A rusty iron chest, Inside it a rusty paper, From days gone by, does rest. I have not had a look at the Paper or its contents. A conundrum of emotions, I know it represents. I dare not open it up and Rekindle memories Of dreams that were never fulfilled, The unended stories. I myself was t...[Read Full Post] Fri, 02 Mar 2007 01:17:06 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/483329 JADE GOODY: GOOD LOOKS, BAD WORDS Those who think they are too smart Are too often too dumb. They tend to give remarks that Make intelligence numb. Calling Indians Pakis Shows lack of intellect. These are countries different. It’s such a well known fact. Yet this is what was the cause Of the row now famous, On British Channel F...[Read Full Post] Mon, 22 Jan 2007 13:57:34 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/482923 READER’S BLOCK: award winner We hear of the writer’s block , But what of the reader’s? Why not care for the fed, than Only for the feeders? Just as some are too fond of Hearing but what they speak, Others are addicted to Writing, though it be weak. A bad doctor can prolong A patient’s stay in bed. A bad wri...[Read Full Post] Thu, 01 Feb 2007 02:05:14 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/480316 HOW SHALL I BE REMEMBERED? One day I will quit this world, Never to come again. Behind me, for a small time, Memories will remain. How shall I be remembered After I am no more? (If I'm remembered at all, Of which I am not sure). They will say: "A good riddance. He was such a big bore. He hardly had emotions, Only his ...[Read Full Post] Sat, 09 Jul 2011 14:41:33 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/475404 WHEN SNOWFLAKES DANCE [About snowflakes, larks, rose buds and little girls.] When snowflakes dance in the wind How can they ever know That their life is meant to be Buried in heaps of snow? When larks are floating in skies How can they ever know That they are closely watched by Blood thirsty hawks in tow? When the tender rose b...[Read Full Post] Wed, 08 Feb 2012 23:01:58 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/474197 NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS There was a time I used to make New Year resolutions. I used to think, for my problems, They were the solutions. As time went by I discovered, I was none the better. I did, through those resolutions, Only myself flatter. By simply making the resolve, We do not ensure that It will be duly completed During the nex...[Read Full Post] Sat, 23 Dec 2006 15:46:37 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/473150 WEDDED TO POETRY: a sonnet It’s so easy to blame God for our ills, We gloss over all that he’s given us. In His own scheme our all needs He fulfills, In our ignorance we make lot of fuss. Only He knows what is His grand design, Which He has planned for the rest of our life. We want that all the days we get sunshine, And one r...[Read Full Post] Tue, 21 Nov 2006 08:48:09 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/470299 SELF ABUSE What I do, I do to me, To this I’m entitled. Let no one tell me that what I do is unbridled? Shall I deny to myself A pleasure so harmless? It concerns only me and Others, does not oppress. Why others are so keen that I uphold their morals? Let them watch their own step if They want to be nobles. Why should they...[Read Full Post] Wed, 21 Mar 2007 05:53:30 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/469121 POETRY: an addiction Am I addicted to poetry? I am sure I will have to say yes. If I spend most time writing poems, Addiction is the right term I guess. Waking, I switch on my computer To view the coments on what I write. Then I start writing fresh poems for Entering the contests which invite. It often happens when I lie down, I thin...[Read Full Post] Sat, 11 Nov 2006 14:27:31 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/467803 STATUE I am a statue, I am a beauty, Yet, I am a stone. My face radiates, It has expression, But I have no life,. I do not feel pain, I do not feel joy, My life is frozen. Kiss me if you wish, Hit me if you wish, But I am unmoved. Yes, my chest does breathe, Yes, my heart does beat, But no, I don’t live. * Writte...[Read Full Post] Sun, 08 Oct 2006 13:52:48 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/459895 I’M A PORCELAIN TEACUP I’m a porcelain teacup, Exquisite and tender, Shining white with inlaid gold. Taste to tea I render. When boiling hot tea is poured In me I don’t shudder. Savoring my aroma, Cries of joy men utter. But please handle me with care, I’m fragile and brittle. Do treat me with silken gloves, ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 02 Nov 2006 08:57:32 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/459865 FESTIVE LIGHTS As I see those festive lights And listen to carols, I tarry along the street. My shoes are full of holes. Holes gape not only in shoes, But also, in my heart. I don’t know where life will end, Nor where did it all start. I am an orphan, with none To give me Christmas cake. I am the scum of the world, A veneer,...[Read Full Post] Mon, 04 Dec 2006 12:11:45 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/457528 I AM A LIGHTSWITCH Though I am just a lightswitch, I’m real powerful. If you don’t handle me well, Results can be dreadful. Treated tenderly I am Just like your little slave. As you wish accordingly I shall at once behave. If you say ‘light up’, then I Will make all things shine well. If you simply shut me off...[Read Full Post] Sat, 07 Oct 2006 08:28:41 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/455050 WEDDING ADVICE: a sonnet Let me rejoice that you are now wedded To one who has been always in your thought, Whose image in your heart is embedded, Who has a real change in your life brought. While everyone celebrates your wedding, Piling you up with bouquets and the gifts, My friend, I tell you an important thing That will help avoid marita...[Read Full Post] Tue, 06 Jun 2006 16:44:22 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/431465 THE ORIENTAL MYSTIQUE: a sonnet What's the so called oriental mystique? What mental images does the East bring? Is it the black magic and the rope trick? Or, the elephant, or, the jungle king? Is it the half clad monk, with shaven head? Women in veil, too shy to show their face? Children, who starve simply for lack of bread? Queens atti...[Read Full Post] Fri, 02 Jun 2006 08:13:17 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/423900 CAT, LOVE AND YOUTH: a 26- word alphabet poem A beautiful cat, Daily enjoys free Grilled hyena in juice, Kleptomaniacly. Loving means, no one Planning quick results. Soft touch underlines Valiant wordiness. ‘xpress youthful zest. * Written in 5-5-5-5 format • Written for Another ABC contest, [Link To Item #1099063] . T...[Read Full Post] Thu, 04 May 2006 11:21:59 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/423474 PARENTAL SINS: a sonnet The children, all parents do need to feed, But some give them only candy, popcorn. While children need to truly write and read, Some parents harbor, for books, only scorn. Irresponsible parents misguide kids, Letting them take studies casually; But when later in life they call the bids, They find in their life they ...[Read Full Post] Mon, 10 Jul 2006 09:08:57 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/422404 WHO IS THAT IN THE MIRROR? Who is that in the mirror? Is it someone I know? Or, in fact, he’s a stranger, Come here to make a show? Why does he look so placid, Kind and benevolent? In his heart, he does harbor A malicious intent. Why does he bear a look of Outward satisfaction? Hoards of unfulfilled desires Cause him inward ten...[Read Full Post] Fri, 21 Apr 2006 03:22:55 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/420803 I AM NO MORE SURPRISED I have ceased to be surprised By what is surprising. That what’s strange to others is No longer exciting. I have seen the earth shaking, I’ve seen water on fire. I have seen the old die with The young bride on a pyer. I have seen a friendship faked, And marriage vows broken, By those for whom sacramen...[Read Full Post] Sun, 16 Apr 2006 10:51:13 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/419841 THE LAST JUMP How small I am? How small my time? How small my worth? How big desire? A tiny seed, Randomly sown, I became a Shell of my own. I nurtured it. I plundered it. I conjured it. I puffed it up. Now it is pierced, It lies shattered, Torn and tattered, Leaking balloon. On my final Legs I totter. Yet, valiantly, I ...[Read Full Post] Mon, 10 Apr 2006 00:31:36 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/418490 WHAT IS LIFE WORTH? What’s life worth when there abounds So much pain in the world? Yet for those who suffer so, No one has a kind word. This world is a graveyard of The sick and sulking souls, In which the deeds of Satan Have dug up hellish holes. Brotherhood of man is gone, Selfishness is the rule. He who serves a noble cause...[Read Full Post] Sun, 07 May 2006 12:08:41 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/418388 EMPTY SHELL I am just an empty shell, A whistle making noise; An empty balloon that does Betray a fancy poise. I’m nothing but a spent force, A forsaken glory, Basking in the past, with a Future that is hoary. I am a flower that is Pricked all over by thorns. Gone is my freshness, a pale Gloom only, me, adorns. I don’t...[Read Full Post] Sun, 09 Apr 2006 12:46:26 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/418372 STUPENDOUS QUESTIONS Emptying recycle box, Where do go all the files? After traversing long paths, Where do go all the miles? When the New Year glides in, then, Where does the old one flow? Having lived four score and ten, Where do the old years go? Marrying, bachelorhood Is banished to which plain? Where does the soul reside till The...[Read Full Post] Fri, 07 Apr 2006 10:33:15 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/418007 PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE Some people live in the past. Some live in the present. For some past, and for some the, Present is pertinent. Those who live in the present Work to make their today. Those who live in the past do Rue their lost yesterday. There are some others who live Only in the future, Dreaming perpetually Is their cons...[Read Full Post] Mon, 03 Apr 2006 15:17:24 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/417084 POET’S LEAGUE Rhyme and rhythm, rhyme and rhythm, Rhyme and rhythm you should Well ensure, if in this League enter you would. Come, join the Poet’s League, Take the prompt and write. Dream and feel and let your Fancy take a flight. All your heart, all your heart, All your heart, you must Pour in your poems for Gaining read...[Read Full Post] Sun, 02 Apr 2006 12:29:52 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/416835 THOSE WHO WANDER ARE NOT LOST I know not whence I came from, And where do I go now. I have been walking but my Paths are too long somehow. Yes a wanderer am I. I wander without aim. I don’t know why that should be For me a cause of shame. In my sight I don’t have a Goal or destination. I, for my meanderings, Owe no explana...[Read Full Post] Tue, 21 Mar 2006 21:14:43 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/414270 PERCEPTIONS We don’t live by facts; rather, We live by perceptions. Our minds are frequently ruled By our own deceptions. We dwell in our own notions, Though they may not be true. We think that, of the true facts, Only we have the clue. We don’t listen to others. Rather, we think we must In our respective beliefs, Repos...[Read Full Post] Mon, 20 Mar 2006 21:03:56 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/414194 IT MUST STALL: an etheree-Award winner [Image #1048149] Why Should I, When I cry, Be not caressed? When I am oppressed, My feelings are suppressed, Why, then, I should not revolt? Why not from my harness I bolt? How long shall I be harassed by all? No, one day this slow death of mine must stall. · An etheree is a 10 line poem, ...[Read Full Post] Sat, 18 Mar 2006 23:24:32 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/411752 POETS AND WRITERS’ BLOCK I don’t know what’s writer’s block, Even though we hear such talk. Only storywriters are Faced by such symptoms bizarre. Poets do not thus suffer; They, from prose writers, differ. Just a hint of emotion, Brings their pen into motion; Comes out a poem reeling, Full of sentiments, feel...[Read Full Post] Tue, 07 Mar 2006 01:50:10 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/411403 COME BACK, MOM Where are you? Mom, come back soon. I can't live without you. Never did I see my dad, And, now you are gone too! Mom, come back from where you are, Come and hug me again. I am so lost without you, My heart knows only pain. I find strangers all around, But no comforting face. Mom, come back and do hold me, Once m...[Read Full Post] Wed, 12 May 2010 07:57:08 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/406922 NOT A MAN WAS BORN Not a man was born who can Decipher women’s ways, Or, grasp the true meaning of That, what a woman says. What she means when she says ‘yes’, Or, when she utters ‘no’, Could be ever debated, Yet the truth we won’t know. Her smile can, in a moment, Launch thousand mighty ships, Or, d...[Read Full Post] Wed, 15 Feb 2006 03:14:21 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/406899 CURSE AND VERSE [Why hurl obscenities when sweet rebuke suffices?] Rather than curse, Better, write verse. Curse brings bad name; Verse is fair game. Curse jars the ear; But verse rings clear. Curse is transient; Verse permanent. Curse merely taunts. For long, verse haunts. * Written in abcb, 4-4-4-4 format M C Gupta 2...[Read Full Post] Fri, 20 Jan 2006 22:30:41 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/400974 STABBING IN BACK Tell not your secrets to friends, Who may, in fact, be foes. Rather than giving comfort, Later they may give woes. Foe is certainly better Than an insincere friend. Foe has no love lost and he, Does not, friendship, pretend. World is an animal farm, Veritable circus, Where lion in a sheep’s clothing Is much ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 19 Jan 2006 12:41:24 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/400535 HEARING DENIED Shall I be denied hearing, Since I can’t read or write, Perfect English, whose grammar, And spelling is upright? Shall I be denied your love, Since my looks are not fair, Though my heart is pure as gold? But what, for this, you care? Shall I be labeled as dumb, Because I keep silent, Just in order to, rather, Bit...[Read Full Post] Thu, 19 Jan 2006 11:53:21 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/400521 COMMUNION Myriad colour, red, green, Turquoise and damask; Life shadow bountiful black, Vibration vivid. Sonnet, wicked and shallow, Too proud, quickening; Crimson cross, destined dismal, Fickle dreams eclipsed. “Why alter the single seed?”-- Thought, maddened, steadfast; Tidal silence showcasing, Imagination. Dance am...[Read Full Post] Sun, 15 Jan 2006 03:48:01 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/399501 SHATTERED GLASS: an acrostic [Image #975473] Shattered glass is what I am, Hunted, haunted by all. An image so distorted, That I don't know myself. There was a time when I, too, Enjoyed a beau visage. Rosy were my lip and cheek, Endearing were my looks. Days of yore will not come back. Gone are they now for sure. Lament...[Read Full Post] Sun, 09 Oct 2011 10:31:23 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/397770 EVE: a diamante Eve. Shy, delicate; Smiling, crying, loving. Care, guile, courage, trepidation; Bewitching, captivating, entrapping; Mother, beloved, Woman. · A diamante is a contrast poem consisting of 7 lines with variable number of words designed to give it a diamond shape. The word scheme is as follows Line 1 - noun or subject Line 2 ...[Read Full Post] Sun, 08 Jan 2006 13:07:25 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/397744 SENSE AND NONSENSE What is sense and what is not, Has no intrinsic sense. These are cloaks of pretension, That we don in defence. What is good and what is bad, Is often a question, The answer to which depends On mental reflection. In the best there’s much of bad, And, much good in the worst. It is difficult to say, Who is second...[Read Full Post] Fri, 06 Jan 2006 12:09:50 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/397284 AN ADVICE TO MEN I don’t know what goes on in my Own mind. So how can I Understand the mind of others, Howsoever I try? No two minds are identical, Even when similar. What to say of minds belonging To another gender? Just as the Mars and Venus are Planets too different, The minds of men and women are Quite distinctively bent. ...[Read Full Post] Fri, 06 Jan 2006 11:36:45 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/397275 SQUARE PEG I beat but a lonely trail, None to accompany. Not a friend, nor follower, In my path I do spy. ‘Cause a square peg am I. I abide by principles, On logic which are based. Mere beliefs I can’t follow, Howsoever I try. Yes, a square peg am I. Once upon a time I, too, Did dance to others’ tune. To sing and da...[Read Full Post] Wed, 04 Jan 2006 01:21:34 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/396701 POETIC GOAL, 2006 [My New Year goal.] My goal for two thousand six? To go on to seven, Singing all the way up to My poetic heaven. And, also, to get published Some of my six hundred Poems that have been piled up, Though this task do I dread. I am so busy writing Fresh poems every day. When I shall get time for the Old ones, I cannot ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 12 May 2010 10:27:53 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/394755 NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS: an acrostic No longer I do now make Empty resolutions, Which I had been making, though, Year after year in past. Empty resolutions don’t Alter someone’s nature. Repeatedly are broken, Resolutions once made. Even though one may try hard So deep are evil’s roots; Only after a few days, Lies do r...[Read Full Post] Mon, 26 Dec 2005 02:25:53 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/394714 BURY ME DEEP [A beggar’s last wish] I was the scum of the earth, All hated me, none loved. Now that I rid you of me, I beg you only this: Bury me deep. Why take a chance that one day, I, or my ugly ghost, May yet come out and scare you? You better preempt this: Bury me deep. No more shall I ask you now To give me food or clot...[Read Full Post] Sat, 07 Jan 2006 09:19:52 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/394503 INK BLOTS [Tracing patterns in ink blots] All have heard of Rorschach blots, Un-designed but yet designed So that they gauze hidden depths Of the dark corners of mind. But when ink blot technique is Used by some one, not a shrink, That, too, in poetic form, One is forced to pause and think. Well, what do I find in this A many-hea...[Read Full Post] Mon, 31 Oct 2005 11:31:34 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/382833 ADVICE, AS AN ADVICE COLUMNIST, TO ‘DEAR YOU’ [Advice to someone seeking help to build up self confidence] Dear Mouse, As you yourself have stated, you lack in self-confidence. It appears to be so. Therefore, the approach here lies not in diagnosing as to what is the problem. In the interest of being practical and down to earth,...[Read Full Post] Fri, 28 Oct 2005 10:09:00 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/382297 A MAD, MAD WORLD [The world is full of crazy contradictions] It’s truly a mad, mad world, Where saneness is decried. Call to logic and reason Is often here belied. The rich robbing the poor are Labelled as worldly wise, But the poor, who are honest, Everyone does despise. Some are maddening to fight; At least to me it seems...[Read Full Post] Mon, 10 Oct 2005 14:34:43 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/378442 ONE REGRET [A daughter cements spousal relations] God has been kind to me and Bestowed on me His grace. He has taken care of all The problems I did face. He gave me all I deserved, Rather, more than I did. Even though I too have sinned, He has them omitted. But one regret do I have Which cannot be fulfilled; One that can’t b...[Read Full Post] Fri, 04 Nov 2005 15:21:43 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/378225 MOMENTARY LIFE [Life is but a transient existence.] As we gaze in the starlit sky, Instantly a star burns and cracks. Just as we plan a great new task, In a moment we’re stopped in tracks. As in an auspicious moment, A tender nascent bud is born; While its future is dreamed about, In next it’s cast away forlorn. As stra...[Read Full Post] Sun, 09 Oct 2005 12:03:05 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/377574 LET WALLS BREAK [Let walls break. Let all be free.] Let walls break, let all be free, Let all in world equals be. Why should, of the East and West, Each one claim that it is best? Why the white should at all frown, Mingling with the black and brown? Let walls break, let all be free, Let all in world equals be. One book and thr...[Read Full Post] Fri, 20 Oct 2006 05:03:32 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/377196 FRIENDSHIP v. RELATIONSHIP: genre definitions—award winner [Genre definitions, submitted, and selected, in a contest] FRIENDSHIP—This genre refers to a situation where acquaintance, often between persons of the same gender, matures to a level where they provide support to each other. Cessation of friendship is often without deep hea...[Read Full Post] Fri, 16 Sep 2005 12:43:40 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/373277 WHAT MAKES US TICK? [Our thoughts and actions are often actuated by the slightest or remotest hint.] We don’t know what makes us tick. Often it’s it’s a tiny trick. Fleeting glance from a fair dame Can much valor put to shame. At home husband is at loss, Though at work he may be boss. One may dream of a serpent,...[Read Full Post] Fri, 16 Sep 2005 15:17:12 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/373136 I AM A CRAZY POET [I am crazy about rhyme, meter and ghazal] I am a crazy poet, Smitten to degree such: I keep on writing poems Which do not value much My craziness is so much That I am too stubborn: Only in rhyme and meter I make my feelings known. Some say that it does curtail Freedom of expression. But for me rhyme and meter ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 15 Sep 2005 14:39:05 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/373090 WIFE AND THORN [Does wife prick? Or, does she cut?] When I was in college my Friend one day did so fret, Which I have till this day been Unable to forget. He said: Do remember this That it is but the wife, Who, like a knife, does sever The husband’s thread of life. Now that I am older by Double of two decades, Let me look a...[Read Full Post] Thu, 15 Sep 2005 09:30:09 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/373022 I DON’T KNOW WHY I AM ALIVE [Retrospection about one’s self centred existence] I don’t know why I am alive. Why do I live? For whom I live? I have lived like a parasite; For others I have naught to give. I bothered only for my needs. I fulfilled my every desire. In my selfishness I did earn From friend and foe, alike,...[Read Full Post] Tue, 19 Jul 2005 16:19:26 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/360795 SILENCE IS GOLDEN [Sometimes it is better to be silent] When ignorance is but bliss; When the need is but a kiss; When damage can’t be undone; When the truth can’t be spoken; When prosecutor is judge, And against you has a grudge; When your fault is loud and clear; When the end of life is near; When He asks why did you sin...[Read Full Post] Tue, 19 Jul 2005 10:40:31 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/360750 WRITER’S BLOCK: A contrast [Does writer’s block affect all writers? Do poets suffer from it?] I don’t know what’s writer’s block, So often I hear such talk. The story writers gifted, Are the ones thus afflicted. Not able to fabricate, A tale, they get desperate. Poets are not thus hampered. They are, b...[Read Full Post] Mon, 08 May 2006 00:28:05 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/356937 A POET'S ISLAND [A poet’s dream: being on an island, amidst nature, writing poetry] I wish I were on an island Where I would be but all alone Except computer, internet And my fond memories and thoughts, Which I might, in my poetry, Express all day in, all day out, From golden sunrise in the east To crimson sunset in the west ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 29 Jun 2005 15:43:00 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/356672 NUMBNESS [When pain exceeds, the heart goes numb] My eyes are in a constant haze. I hear but I cannot listen. I touch but I can’t feel a thing. I cannot think, I can’t reason. All around me is a vast sea Of solitude and emptiness. I have no more any feeling Of pleasure or unhappiness. My world is devoid of a soul. My ow...[Read Full Post] Sun, 19 Jun 2005 07:14:10 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/354495 OUR GARDENER [The kindness and sternness of the gardener] He feeds us and shelters us, He looks after all our need. He is a godsend to us, He is true our friend indeed. But he is a ruthless friend When it concerns our upkeep. When he comes with his scissors, He causes our flesh to creep. He cuts branches and the leaves, He plucks t...[Read Full Post] Wed, 05 Oct 2005 13:27:17 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/354357 BLEEDING WOUNDS [We often live for others, bitten, sucked and devoured by them] I wish I could satisfy All who crave a piece of mine. Even though they devour me, They remain unsatisfied. Some say I am insipid, Not suitable for their taste. Some others who relish me Clamour yet for more and more. It seems I live but for them, As tho...[Read Full Post] Sun, 19 Jun 2005 02:13:06 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/354175 THEY COME AT NIGHT [A nightly saga of torment] They come at night to torment me. In the morning they part away. They do chill me up to the bones. There’s no way to keep them at bay. I can’t catch them or stop them ‘cause They are way beyond my control. Though merely shadows of past, they Rule in present my heart an...[Read Full Post] Wed, 13 Jul 2005 09:47:52 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/354158 A HEART THAT IS NOT A HEART [ A placid life devoid of joys and sorrows is no life] A heart that beats but does not race, A heart that does not heartbreak face; A heart that, to leap, is too cold When it does a rainbow behold; A heart tense, always full of care, One that can’t simply stand and stare; A heart that can’t ju...[Read Full Post] Tue, 14 Jun 2005 10:41:32 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/353615 COME BACK, MY MUSE! [An invocation to the lost muse to return] O my muse where have you gone? Why, me, have you forsaken? I and my pen are both by Your desertion so shaken! My friend, throughout night and day, You were constantly with me. I thought one day, through you, I Would achieve my destiny. I thought my destiny lay In being...[Read Full Post] Fri, 10 Jun 2005 12:08:10 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/352822 DELAYED TRIP—a triolet [When one is in the subway and the electricity fails] I Why did I get out today If subway was going to fail I simply to myself say. Why did I get out today Now to God I do this pray That I may no longer quail. Why did I get out today If subway was going to fail. II This trip was already l...[Read Full Post] Mon, 14 Nov 2005 12:30:00 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/352397 INVISIBLE INK—an acrostic [An acrostic written in appreciation of a member, whose handle was Invisible Ink. She does not seem to be a member as in March 2007] I certainly vote for a New approach to writing, Verily that’s different, Invisible, shining, So helpfully provided, In a thoughtful manner, By this site, writing.c...[Read Full Post] Sun, 11 Mar 2007 10:16:43 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/350030 COFFEE TABLE [About the poet's coffee & writing table,on which his poems are penned] Each morning, throughout the year, Every day, in and out, You have been privy to thought And emotions I spout. In my hour of solitude, When all else are asleep, You are the only one whose Company I do keep. You and my pen and paper, A cup of b...[Read Full Post] Sat, 06 May 2006 01:14:14 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/346955