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The plot of destiny is not in chance or free will  We only have illusions that actions can have their fill  Initiatives and choices are by circumstance distilled  Hard work may go unrequited; energy may be stilled  The seasons of life are with this humility rife  At the pinnacle of glory, death can strike  AbundanceContinue reading “Free will and freedom: A poem “

I am calm like the night  When the storm is out of sight  For the guns of rapine did not kill me  I have survived for all to see  Your palaces of stone were built  From my earth that began to wilt  When your touch of high treason  Darkened each and every season  I amContinue reading “India: A poem “

In ruthlessness, good becomes obscure  Competition makes everything impure  A life of integrity becomes a rough ride  Innocence, in desquamation, loses its hide  Thus dims the light of spiritual radiance  Defeated by the flagellation of corruption’s variance  Deflowered and soiled are those that are tested  At the hands of the incorrigible powerful vested  Quiet dignityContinue reading “Prognosis for the good and just “

Slay the dragons  Cast their heads in wagons  The sky is flaming red  From the blood of the dead  Their bullets thundered  While our own swords shivered  The loot that was stolen  Have only them emboldened  They want homage to the crown  From the colour brown  They will never apologise  In allegiance to the lies Continue reading “Burn the Union Jack: A poem “

When you suffered and did not, even once, complain  Lest your near and dear ones feel your pain  You knew that success of life was in stoicism and strength  In the altruism and charity, the way you went  The mountains of large-heartedness that were shown  Were priceless jewels from a kind-hearted soul  For the joy ofContinue reading “To a selfless Dad: A poem “

I thought you would last forever  For your strength and love were an endless river  In the darkness of night, you breathed your last  The woods of your life have now become the past  I eulogise as I tremble, shaking with grief  The storm came and left the city bereft  Millions are dying of aContinue reading “Mum: A poem “

It is not wrong to have convictions with compassion  That is each and every individual’s right of ration  Great men are made by the dignity of conviction  Strong ideology and philosophy lead to phenomenal invention  Those who justify political correctness only vindicate  their own tepid hypocrisy and reserve the right to opinionate  It is theContinue reading “Political correctness: A poem “

The bathroom clime evaporates in the hue  Of dull black faces cresting on the sooty line  I awe at watching an angel take shape  In the mall, as I pass, walking past row faces  A cubist henchman and a student, a leper  A walking stick, cold hands at the ticket counter  Pale words along theContinue reading “Morning Train: A poem “

Darkness again, your spirit hits the turf  where a street side lamp turns your face  to a purple ghost  And you wallow in your pseudo-intellectual  mumbo-jumbo. The last rumination burns  your alcoholed throat  You eye a shopwindow banishing materialism  Yet you cherish your two-layered Costa Rican timepiece  Somewhere in your heart you’re clutching at littleContinue reading “Poem for the helpless nowhere man “

There’s many a pickle that can tickle coming from the muddlehead. But the chronically absent-minded professor would hardly be amused at discovering that he just about delivered his lecture to the wrong class of students. Forgetfulness can besiege even the sharpest sharks at times, but it is the agony of some who suffer it perennially. Continue reading “Just for laughs: Forgetfulness can shock one off one’s pants “