The bomber once decided to be noble,
Nobel he was and so were his roubles,
in search of others, he stocked home
with a band of idiots to save his trouble.
Brothers tried and we flied,
armed with razors, brothers' sake some died,
without heads whom would man hat
s or b: which side you decide.
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Beggars beg, bankers borrow,
when bankers beg, its everyone's sorrow,
married are punished, philanderer treasured,
in search of a better tomorrow
Everyone's fine in their prime,
God helps those who are destined,
Oh divine!! what happens in sub-prime
I help me, I'm mad, off I go as a crime
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I know someone who can lend his hand,
I know because they've always been grand,
they bow, force out of the blue
Stars they have been on this very land.
Some men here bow to be shallow,
buck they pass, bucks they follow,
they greed then breed just to lead
we choose same saying everyone's hollow
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I know one game and its old,
I know its players and its goal,
they pray they prey till this day
in the name of god to purify the soul
In the cradle I am named,
in my youth I am claimed
they say: mausoleum is better than a grave
as ashes I realise, I was betrayed
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A piece of land, a paradise,
in its youth met a sad demise,
to own their mother brothers fight
with whom does the mother subside
We are here, we are there,
when we say they should hear,
voices are too muffled to be clear
divided we are, they deserve a sneer
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P.S. :
Para 1: Alfred Nobel, Stockholm
Para 2: Wright Brothers, Manhattan, O_ama
Para 4: Madoff
Para 5: hand- congress, bofors, bluestar
Para 6: Politcs
Para 7,8: Religion
Para 9: Land- Kashmir
Para 10: India Pakistan
Monday, November 23, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
SMS Novel
Wen a dot became a blot
Chapter 1
D-7, 13 ws a window seat wich ws incdentaly mine dat day. Startin a journy frm an arid region in d month of june ws alwaz going to b a painstakin effort. D gloom ws evident on my face & d weathr did nothing 2 alter dat. I felt the creepiness as if sume1 hd desertd me in d desert, it nonchalantly added to my unblissful state.
Chapter 2
I wishd my co-passengers wud gv me sum respite bt a garrulous young man, a cynical old man, a mother wid a cryin baby turnd down my request. The heat cud nt be lft far behind as it perpetually braved my sleep. Newspaprs stale in content, a lifeles ipod & a defunct chargin point above my head didn’t help either.
Chapter 3
D train stoppd. 1 hr & 2 stations hd elapsd btwn my struggle. D clatter of rails, hawking of vendors, shrieking anxiety of to-b passengers breached the silence dat engulfed me externally and sumhw stopped d commotion inside me. I deboarded the train to soothe my glands dat needed water and empty some.
Chapter 4
Standng at d door I waitd 4 d train 2 move & the new neighbors to settle down. First d coolie, den d kiosk, finally d station turnd in2 a dot, d same momnt my legs urgd me to be back on my seat. There wasnt any addition 2 the futile list. After gazng out of d windw in2 a contiguous and monotonous landscape, I was fortunate enuf 2 b embracd by my dreams. Tick, Tick ……..
Chapter 5
They say dreams don’t last forevr, mine lastd 300 seconds. TT ws d culprit dis time & d onus ws on me nw to nt b 1. Reconcild 2 d fact dat he ws only doing his duty, I hd to hold back ill feelings against him( as it alwaz happns wid each interaction). The baby was silent & sleeping aftr a very long time, n I envied him of nt carrying himself.
Chapter 6
I ws caught in d eeriness of time, dat tread like a snail wen I wantd it to b lightning quick coz I knew it ws capable of but also knew it wont. A long journey still lied infront of me & i ws waitng 4 sumthng 2 happen. My gut feeling ws probably following my desire; it anticipated a positive change. I was rational enuf to bank on my other 5 senses to quash the illusion.
Chapter 7
Bt I ws wrong. My dependable senses nt only tasted bt also gorged on wat d sixth thot of. In came a person wobbling, carrying luggage on both sides. D manner showd it wsnt his. He enquired, “Is it D-7?” The young man ws quick to his feet and replied, “Yes, what is ur seat no.?” Not heeding to hm the man with luggage called out aloud, “It is here only, COME”.
Chapter 8
There ws an adreline rush in my stomach and mayb othrs as well, on d prospect of a new neighbor. It touched rock bottom (definitely 4 others as well) at the sight of a middle-aged man. Bt again thumpd back wen he crossed the entire aisle. We all nw were ready for a patient wait. And patience paid. The eyes spotted an oasis.
Chapter 9
Don’t know wat kind of thirst is quenched on seeing a gal in her early twenties, bt it was quenchd. The fair skin, soft hues of her attire and the unlocking locks offered a gift to the bulging eyes. The dryness of weathr evaporated & it raind. Her words trickled into ears as if dry earth was being pacified by d first drops of rain. Her aroma refreshed d whole compartment. The coach came 2 life.
Chapter 10
I ws still observing her as d analysis hd 2 continue. I strained hard on my memory & found I hdnt seen any1 like her for quite a while nw. It ws as if I ws being compensatd 4 d loss. Suddenly something troubld me, bt a sharp look on her vermillion-less forehead relievd me. The look of d young man suggested he had made d discovery earlier.
Chapter 11
The young man’s tongue wagged frenetically, the old man rued his age despondently, the mother envied the gals’ beauty and the child curious eyes observed hw delightful d nature cud b. We all were 4 d first time bound by a common interst. The gal stood confused looking at d 2 vacant seats. I am an atheist bt I prayd to god dat she sits on D-8 & cuts short my wait. I m still an atheist.
Chapter 12
She sat on D-5, beside the young man. I value thngs given to me, thrfore ws elatd to see her in front of me if nt beside. Afraid of her catching my eye, hopeful dat she talks to my eyes, I watchd my Clementine clandestinely. There was a perfect harmony in the movement of chin and eyes; each of her glance forced my chin to drop & eyeballs to roll. The process repeatd for hours. And then…..
Chapter 13
My heartbeat stoppd as she got up and advanced 2wards me. She ws within touchng distance frm me, & my fear-frozen body ws measuring her proximity to me. With a charger in her hand, she tried to explore d services of the point. I longed for an elongated momnt. “STOP” yelled the young man, “It doesn’t work” sharing the experience gaind by me. And she retreatd.
Chapter 14
I gatherd myself. The young man ws busy fueling our rivalry thru a non-stop blabber. I yearned for placation of my othr 2 senses dat were still kept at bay. I hesitatd, waitd for a right momnt, tried to draw some courage. All in vain. D journey ws about 2 end. D momnts teased me, my shyness made fun of me, & my failure troubled me. Finally I hd made up my mind. I ws about to open my mouth.
Chapter 15
I heard a familiar voice saying hello to me. It came in from the front. It ws her voice. She talktd 2 me. She talkd to me!!!! In the jubilation I cudnt catch the next few words. It ws sumthng like “Tease me” NO... “Squeeze me” NO…. Till I made sense of anything she leapd at her luggage, pushed my legs and off she went. The train hd stoppd & she hd deboarded it. I cud nw make sense of it “EXCUSE ME”
Chapter 16
I again watchd desperately back at the station only to realize dat this wud b again 1 of the dots. (It wsnt, it ws a blot)I closed my fist and rammed into d second hand. Somethng hurt me. It ws my engagement ring. Unfortunately it became a part of me last week only bt the presenter cudn’t . My destination hd arrivd. My fiancé ws waiting 4 me. I hd to be with her frm nw on. I ws. N I did well. N I still am.
Chapter 1
D-7, 13 ws a window seat wich ws incdentaly mine dat day. Startin a journy frm an arid region in d month of june ws alwaz going to b a painstakin effort. D gloom ws evident on my face & d weathr did nothing 2 alter dat. I felt the creepiness as if sume1 hd desertd me in d desert, it nonchalantly added to my unblissful state.
Chapter 2
I wishd my co-passengers wud gv me sum respite bt a garrulous young man, a cynical old man, a mother wid a cryin baby turnd down my request. The heat cud nt be lft far behind as it perpetually braved my sleep. Newspaprs stale in content, a lifeles ipod & a defunct chargin point above my head didn’t help either.
Chapter 3
D train stoppd. 1 hr & 2 stations hd elapsd btwn my struggle. D clatter of rails, hawking of vendors, shrieking anxiety of to-b passengers breached the silence dat engulfed me externally and sumhw stopped d commotion inside me. I deboarded the train to soothe my glands dat needed water and empty some.
Chapter 4
Standng at d door I waitd 4 d train 2 move & the new neighbors to settle down. First d coolie, den d kiosk, finally d station turnd in2 a dot, d same momnt my legs urgd me to be back on my seat. There wasnt any addition 2 the futile list. After gazng out of d windw in2 a contiguous and monotonous landscape, I was fortunate enuf 2 b embracd by my dreams. Tick, Tick ……..
Chapter 5
They say dreams don’t last forevr, mine lastd 300 seconds. TT ws d culprit dis time & d onus ws on me nw to nt b 1. Reconcild 2 d fact dat he ws only doing his duty, I hd to hold back ill feelings against him( as it alwaz happns wid each interaction). The baby was silent & sleeping aftr a very long time, n I envied him of nt carrying himself.
Chapter 6
I ws caught in d eeriness of time, dat tread like a snail wen I wantd it to b lightning quick coz I knew it ws capable of but also knew it wont. A long journey still lied infront of me & i ws waitng 4 sumthng 2 happen. My gut feeling ws probably following my desire; it anticipated a positive change. I was rational enuf to bank on my other 5 senses to quash the illusion.
Chapter 7
Bt I ws wrong. My dependable senses nt only tasted bt also gorged on wat d sixth thot of. In came a person wobbling, carrying luggage on both sides. D manner showd it wsnt his. He enquired, “Is it D-7?” The young man ws quick to his feet and replied, “Yes, what is ur seat no.?” Not heeding to hm the man with luggage called out aloud, “It is here only, COME”.
Chapter 8
There ws an adreline rush in my stomach and mayb othrs as well, on d prospect of a new neighbor. It touched rock bottom (definitely 4 others as well) at the sight of a middle-aged man. Bt again thumpd back wen he crossed the entire aisle. We all nw were ready for a patient wait. And patience paid. The eyes spotted an oasis.
Chapter 9
Don’t know wat kind of thirst is quenched on seeing a gal in her early twenties, bt it was quenchd. The fair skin, soft hues of her attire and the unlocking locks offered a gift to the bulging eyes. The dryness of weathr evaporated & it raind. Her words trickled into ears as if dry earth was being pacified by d first drops of rain. Her aroma refreshed d whole compartment. The coach came 2 life.
Chapter 10
I ws still observing her as d analysis hd 2 continue. I strained hard on my memory & found I hdnt seen any1 like her for quite a while nw. It ws as if I ws being compensatd 4 d loss. Suddenly something troubld me, bt a sharp look on her vermillion-less forehead relievd me. The look of d young man suggested he had made d discovery earlier.
Chapter 11
The young man’s tongue wagged frenetically, the old man rued his age despondently, the mother envied the gals’ beauty and the child curious eyes observed hw delightful d nature cud b. We all were 4 d first time bound by a common interst. The gal stood confused looking at d 2 vacant seats. I am an atheist bt I prayd to god dat she sits on D-8 & cuts short my wait. I m still an atheist.
Chapter 12
She sat on D-5, beside the young man. I value thngs given to me, thrfore ws elatd to see her in front of me if nt beside. Afraid of her catching my eye, hopeful dat she talks to my eyes, I watchd my Clementine clandestinely. There was a perfect harmony in the movement of chin and eyes; each of her glance forced my chin to drop & eyeballs to roll. The process repeatd for hours. And then…..
Chapter 13
My heartbeat stoppd as she got up and advanced 2wards me. She ws within touchng distance frm me, & my fear-frozen body ws measuring her proximity to me. With a charger in her hand, she tried to explore d services of the point. I longed for an elongated momnt. “STOP” yelled the young man, “It doesn’t work” sharing the experience gaind by me. And she retreatd.
Chapter 14
I gatherd myself. The young man ws busy fueling our rivalry thru a non-stop blabber. I yearned for placation of my othr 2 senses dat were still kept at bay. I hesitatd, waitd for a right momnt, tried to draw some courage. All in vain. D journey ws about 2 end. D momnts teased me, my shyness made fun of me, & my failure troubled me. Finally I hd made up my mind. I ws about to open my mouth.
Chapter 15
I heard a familiar voice saying hello to me. It came in from the front. It ws her voice. She talktd 2 me. She talkd to me!!!! In the jubilation I cudnt catch the next few words. It ws sumthng like “Tease me” NO... “Squeeze me” NO…. Till I made sense of anything she leapd at her luggage, pushed my legs and off she went. The train hd stoppd & she hd deboarded it. I cud nw make sense of it “EXCUSE ME”
Chapter 16
I again watchd desperately back at the station only to realize dat this wud b again 1 of the dots. (It wsnt, it ws a blot)I closed my fist and rammed into d second hand. Somethng hurt me. It ws my engagement ring. Unfortunately it became a part of me last week only bt the presenter cudn’t . My destination hd arrivd. My fiancé ws waiting 4 me. I hd to be with her frm nw on. I ws. N I did well. N I still am.
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