In hell there was once a grand fiesta,
In the glory of Shakespeare’s evil twins,
Whose works had not only baffled many,
But had also tormented their heavenly kins!
When the clock struck twelve,
Romeo walked in, clad in pants green,
He was followed by his lethargic Juliet,
Whose acne had polished her face clean!
The Duke of Venice, arrived next,
With his retinue of black- bats,
And soon Jessica gate- crashed,
While Lorenzo flicked his Polka hats!
Brutus’s ghost trotted past,
Stabbing Caesar for the hundredth time,
And Gratiano talked and talked and talked,
While Nerissa eloped with a Negro swine!
Desdemona performed the Rumba,
While Iago dirtied his dirty teeth,
Bianca danced but received no attention,
So she stole with Othello and had a lovely treat!
Macbeth kissed the king he had stabbed,
While his lady adopted three score,
Sirrah too danced to the beat,
With Titinia’s fairies galore!
Hamlet chose to remain aloof,
While Oberon sang his black throat out,
Robin Goodfellow was also seen,
Antonio’s blood was sucked with a spout!
Portia marveled at her beauty,
While Caesar’s ate coal and died,
Cato finally grew three inches,
At hundred, this was a matter of pride!
Petruchio laughed, made merry,
Katharina slapped Tranio hard,
While he tried to win his master’s bride,
By playing the part of a flirty bard!
Montague had gone blind,
His wife was dead by now,
The old cheek showed his true colours,
By smooching another pagan’s brow!
The Apothecary too seemed different,
For he had gradually turned drunk,
Though curing a bunch of mad- caps,
Would have jolted anyone’s spunk!
But the highlight of the bash, was the Jew,
Whose shy locks had turned creamy pink,
He won the “Hell-bent Character”,
For his unbathed body wafted a terrible stink!
In hell there was once a grand fiesta,
In the glory of Shakespeare’s evil twins,
Whose works had not only baffled many,
But had also tormented their heavenly kins!
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Thursday, November 15, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
On The Way...
I was walking down the lane one day,
And I bumped into God on the way.
He’s no big person, as tall as me,
Enrobed in white, blossoming with glee.
His hair was knotted, a few strands flying,
His soft eyes bore tears, but he was not crying!
“Hello, my child,” He said to me,
His chest puffed out proudly.
“Come, let us leave for the sky,
To this earth say your last goodbye.
For your time has come, you mustn’t wait,
As you are Heaven’s newest bait!”
I listened calmly, but what to say I didn’t know,
To my home or the sky, which way should I go?
My end has come so fast? How?
I am still seven, should I die now?
My head was clogged, confused was I,
Without thanking my loved ones how could I die?
“What happened, young one, are you afraid?
Well let me tell you there’s been a fair trade!
I made a baby, a new life,
He has been sent to Oliver’s wife.
With his coming, you are going. Don’t be sad!
For you have made me make Oliver a dad!”
And I bumped into God on the way.
He’s no big person, as tall as me,
Enrobed in white, blossoming with glee.
His hair was knotted, a few strands flying,
His soft eyes bore tears, but he was not crying!
“Hello, my child,” He said to me,
His chest puffed out proudly.
“Come, let us leave for the sky,
To this earth say your last goodbye.
For your time has come, you mustn’t wait,
As you are Heaven’s newest bait!”
I listened calmly, but what to say I didn’t know,
To my home or the sky, which way should I go?
My end has come so fast? How?
I am still seven, should I die now?
My head was clogged, confused was I,
Without thanking my loved ones how could I die?
“What happened, young one, are you afraid?
Well let me tell you there’s been a fair trade!
I made a baby, a new life,
He has been sent to Oliver’s wife.
With his coming, you are going. Don’t be sad!
For you have made me make Oliver a dad!”
Time For Death
The morning is fresh,
The new day sunny.
Without any fear,
I walk out of my abode,
To face the new people,
My new boss patiently.
Have I slept well?
The night before?
I ask myself questions,
(To overcome my nervousness),
The streets here are different,
The smells too, assorted,
I try to take in all this,
Wondering, whether I’ll be able to digest it.
The narrow lane turns,
I turn with it,
And almost instantly I reach,
My destiny/ destination,
Confronted by a tall structure,
A building or a modern slum,
I can’t seem to make out!
Here I stand, in a mixed gathering,
Wherein, all I can see,
Are humans,
Age, cast, colour, size, no bar
Time seems to fly by, my turn it is,
I get ready to face the heavenly figure.
He is standing there,
Glaring down at me in that mute expression,
His mystical eyes scare me,
Then I realize it,
He stamps my forehead,
I examine it,
A pass mark lies there,
Bold and prominent.
I pass into a glaring light,
I pass the test,
I am dead now,
Heaven awaits me!
The new day sunny.
Without any fear,
I walk out of my abode,
To face the new people,
My new boss patiently.
Have I slept well?
The night before?
I ask myself questions,
(To overcome my nervousness),
The streets here are different,
The smells too, assorted,
I try to take in all this,
Wondering, whether I’ll be able to digest it.
The narrow lane turns,
I turn with it,
And almost instantly I reach,
My destiny/ destination,
Confronted by a tall structure,
A building or a modern slum,
I can’t seem to make out!
Here I stand, in a mixed gathering,
Wherein, all I can see,
Are humans,
Age, cast, colour, size, no bar
Time seems to fly by, my turn it is,
I get ready to face the heavenly figure.
He is standing there,
Glaring down at me in that mute expression,
His mystical eyes scare me,
Then I realize it,
He stamps my forehead,
I examine it,
A pass mark lies there,
Bold and prominent.
I pass into a glaring light,
I pass the test,
I am dead now,
Heaven awaits me!
The Last Journey
As I walk down heavens path,
A wind, whispers into my ear,
It urges me to look back,
To feel myself how much pain,
Have I caused to others.
I accept this invitation gratefully,
And look back into my past life,
One, which I don’t want to remember,
But have to, because of the cross,
I wear it, it’s boldly outlined,
On my neck, it tells me all the things,
I am able to judge right and wrong now.
I respect the symbol, after all I know it carried him, Christ was his name,
The cruciform bore him until he drifted away, to a place a few privileged go to,
One place, which is said to be paradise!
Now I see my previous years, Opened in front of my eyes, like the book I had read yesterday,
I start feeling the emotions now,
Some of which I can still enact on trying,
The power of the cross is doing it’s job,
From head to toe, I drown in guilt,
I mean I choke, I recall the night,
The ghastly one, where I did something bad,
Which I really don’t wish to disclose.
The cross starts to flicker again,
I’ll tell you my sin now,
I killed her brutally and threw her,
Into, a well from where she never returned
My fair beloved is dead,
Dead because of her beloved,
This is all I picture,
I feel a force inside me,
Tearing my heart apart.
The cross then breaks!
It had dome it’s job, played it’s part,
As for me, I disappear,Into a blinding light, with a heavy heart!
A wind, whispers into my ear,
It urges me to look back,
To feel myself how much pain,
Have I caused to others.
I accept this invitation gratefully,
And look back into my past life,
One, which I don’t want to remember,
But have to, because of the cross,
I wear it, it’s boldly outlined,
On my neck, it tells me all the things,
I am able to judge right and wrong now.
I respect the symbol, after all I know it carried him, Christ was his name,
The cruciform bore him until he drifted away, to a place a few privileged go to,
One place, which is said to be paradise!
Now I see my previous years, Opened in front of my eyes, like the book I had read yesterday,
I start feeling the emotions now,
Some of which I can still enact on trying,
The power of the cross is doing it’s job,
From head to toe, I drown in guilt,
I mean I choke, I recall the night,
The ghastly one, where I did something bad,
Which I really don’t wish to disclose.
The cross starts to flicker again,
I’ll tell you my sin now,
I killed her brutally and threw her,
Into, a well from where she never returned
My fair beloved is dead,
Dead because of her beloved,
This is all I picture,
I feel a force inside me,
Tearing my heart apart.
The cross then breaks!
It had dome it’s job, played it’s part,
As for me, I disappear,Into a blinding light, with a heavy heart!
The Known Stranger
He is big, brown, intelligent,
They all know him in Botswana,
In Kenya, he is called God,
Gaborone idealizes his precious mind,
For Rra. Patkinson is a fighter,
He is a revolter against the apartheid.
He has been succeeding of late,
The whites have realized the worth of chocolate now,
Africa is evolving, coming out of the black grove,
It has started to create a space for itself,
In this big, vile world.
Rra. Patkinson soon is leaving behind his jewel,
His mother, his Africa, everything,
He ever fought for, is now losing it’s worth,
As Rra steps into an unknown,
Place as a known stranger,
But will England ever understand,
The worth of the stranger,
Known all over Africa,
The Known Stranger?
They all know him in Botswana,
In Kenya, he is called God,
Gaborone idealizes his precious mind,
For Rra. Patkinson is a fighter,
He is a revolter against the apartheid.
He has been succeeding of late,
The whites have realized the worth of chocolate now,
Africa is evolving, coming out of the black grove,
It has started to create a space for itself,
In this big, vile world.
Rra. Patkinson soon is leaving behind his jewel,
His mother, his Africa, everything,
He ever fought for, is now losing it’s worth,
As Rra steps into an unknown,
Place as a known stranger,
But will England ever understand,
The worth of the stranger,
Known all over Africa,
The Known Stranger?
Rise Young One, Rise To The Call…
The night is quietly reserved,
And so are the sunflower buds,
Each thing awaits a new day,
A brighter day, a redder sun.
But now is time to rest,
As tomorrow this boy has to do,
Something extraordinary for his mother,
For his country, his rights, he better do so,
Tomorrow he will be free,
Free like a bird, an escaped captivated pigeon!
He will now be able to run,
Eating like a hog will be his new passion,
He is seeing blossoms in his garden,
He is feeling the soft apples on his trees,
And now, he is fascinated by the raindrops,
Now lulled to sleep by the warm loo.
But all this is going to happen,
Someday, Sometime, Some place,
As for the boy, he has to fight,
For his country he must fight the intruders,
And he should drag the aliens out,
For he is the spark of a million,
A true patriot he is,
He is following the path of truth,
This little freedom fighter!
Rise young one, rise,
Rise to the call of your country!
And so are the sunflower buds,
Each thing awaits a new day,
A brighter day, a redder sun.
But now is time to rest,
As tomorrow this boy has to do,
Something extraordinary for his mother,
For his country, his rights, he better do so,
Tomorrow he will be free,
Free like a bird, an escaped captivated pigeon!
He will now be able to run,
Eating like a hog will be his new passion,
He is seeing blossoms in his garden,
He is feeling the soft apples on his trees,
And now, he is fascinated by the raindrops,
Now lulled to sleep by the warm loo.
But all this is going to happen,
Someday, Sometime, Some place,
As for the boy, he has to fight,
For his country he must fight the intruders,
And he should drag the aliens out,
For he is the spark of a million,
A true patriot he is,
He is following the path of truth,
This little freedom fighter!
Rise young one, rise,
Rise to the call of your country!
Resurrected Memories
Fifty years hence, I am familiar to the world, but unfamiliar to myself,
Tall, Confident, Big.
A rich man, with a rich beard,
Entwined in my suit, giving that pepper look.
A host of cars at my side,
I can see, slaves at my beck and call.
Shiny new boots perched at my feet down there,
Giving that utter, eternal expression of bliss.
As I pass a mirror, I glance upon myself, and see,
The sudden changes in my childish face,
The immense power in my manly voice,
And the aristocracy in my posture.
My eyes have given away their ghastly glow,
Everything has changed, immediately,
My ears make me hear a deafening silence,
Depriving me totally of my childhood!
I quietly observe my face,
Chiseled to death by the long slogging days,
Nowhere can I see that chubby face, those dimples,
That were once such a craze amongst all.
As my mouth opens, I jump back in amazement,
Such changes, I really have never seen,
The assorted teeth now lie there mundane,
They have forgotten mother’s peach plum pie!
Now I search for that animated boy,
Who was generous, yet strong?
Who has grown with the descent of time,
Into a vile, belligerent man.
I realize the changes,
I realize my follies,
And am shrunk into a tiny worm,
Capable of saying nothing. Nothing absolutely.
I realize that I as a big man,
Am greedy, mean to the world,
And capable of destroying the human race,
Are my pathetic thoughts!
But the memories have opened my eyes,
The resurrection has purified me entirely,
And I promise to change soon,
And act like a responsible citizen with minimal needs.
Tall, Confident, Big.
A rich man, with a rich beard,
Entwined in my suit, giving that pepper look.
A host of cars at my side,
I can see, slaves at my beck and call.
Shiny new boots perched at my feet down there,
Giving that utter, eternal expression of bliss.
As I pass a mirror, I glance upon myself, and see,
The sudden changes in my childish face,
The immense power in my manly voice,
And the aristocracy in my posture.
My eyes have given away their ghastly glow,
Everything has changed, immediately,
My ears make me hear a deafening silence,
Depriving me totally of my childhood!
I quietly observe my face,
Chiseled to death by the long slogging days,
Nowhere can I see that chubby face, those dimples,
That were once such a craze amongst all.
As my mouth opens, I jump back in amazement,
Such changes, I really have never seen,
The assorted teeth now lie there mundane,
They have forgotten mother’s peach plum pie!
Now I search for that animated boy,
Who was generous, yet strong?
Who has grown with the descent of time,
Into a vile, belligerent man.
I realize the changes,
I realize my follies,
And am shrunk into a tiny worm,
Capable of saying nothing. Nothing absolutely.
I realize that I as a big man,
Am greedy, mean to the world,
And capable of destroying the human race,
Are my pathetic thoughts!
But the memories have opened my eyes,
The resurrection has purified me entirely,
And I promise to change soon,
And act like a responsible citizen with minimal needs.
In Praise Of A Dancing Peacock
Who are you, oh heavenly creature?
You mystical, magical preacher!
As I stand by the window utterly dazed,
By the sight in the yonder, which makes me, amazed!
As the first drop comes trickling down,
Your aqua wings spread out like a crown,
From everywhere a splash comes of hue,
And the sun shines gaily and spotlights you!
Then the sight morphs into a wonder,
And the vast sky rumbles with thunder!
Amidst nature you gracefully maneuver slowly,
With the colourful sight turning completely holy!
‘Bam!’ A bolt strikes enragingly,
Turning the sky into blue navy,
But even then you continue your game,
Like a ferocious lion, no one can tame!
Come day, come night, you dance eccentrically,
Against powerful gusts swooping ferociously!
Heaving your wings like a huge fan,
Spinning around with the wind that just ran!
The rumbling vastness stops crying,
And to fiercly write, I am trying,
But never can I capture you on paper with a pen,
As you are the one, the sentinel of heaven!
You mystical, magical preacher!
As I stand by the window utterly dazed,
By the sight in the yonder, which makes me, amazed!
As the first drop comes trickling down,
Your aqua wings spread out like a crown,
From everywhere a splash comes of hue,
And the sun shines gaily and spotlights you!
Then the sight morphs into a wonder,
And the vast sky rumbles with thunder!
Amidst nature you gracefully maneuver slowly,
With the colourful sight turning completely holy!
‘Bam!’ A bolt strikes enragingly,
Turning the sky into blue navy,
But even then you continue your game,
Like a ferocious lion, no one can tame!
Come day, come night, you dance eccentrically,
Against powerful gusts swooping ferociously!
Heaving your wings like a huge fan,
Spinning around with the wind that just ran!
The rumbling vastness stops crying,
And to fiercly write, I am trying,
But never can I capture you on paper with a pen,
As you are the one, the sentinel of heaven!
Flying High
It all started with bloody hatred,
That tore the earth and fragmented its hues,
Anger that had not been witnessed before,
Spread its tyranny and blackened the blues!
Gusts of stench swept by,
Emitted by the gory masses,
That lay scattered, drained and ravaged,
These once alive, now rotting carcasses!
Where had all the humanism vanished?
That pious talk of sweet sodality,
The sights ugh, diabolic disgrace,
Displaying lurid images that begged morality!
Could one patriotic slogan cause such mayhem?
Could one idea of freedom create such uproar?
Was this love for our countries so chauvinistic?
That it demonized all and swelled the lethal score?
One after another came the beastly tide,
That killed and with vengeance raped
Woman after woman, child after child –
All slaughtered and in red blood draped!
India had seen too much,
Exaggerated abuse bereft of wisdom,
And then on the morning of the fifteenth,
August was witness to India’s freedom!
And thus is the story of her independence,
She silently cried pitying the rage,
While all of us fought like fanatics,
She prayed like a mystic sage!
The black has cleared, given way to blue,
For one day this plague had to die,
And never again shall India be disgraced,
For the tri- colour kites are flying high!
That tore the earth and fragmented its hues,
Anger that had not been witnessed before,
Spread its tyranny and blackened the blues!
Gusts of stench swept by,
Emitted by the gory masses,
That lay scattered, drained and ravaged,
These once alive, now rotting carcasses!
Where had all the humanism vanished?
That pious talk of sweet sodality,
The sights ugh, diabolic disgrace,
Displaying lurid images that begged morality!
Could one patriotic slogan cause such mayhem?
Could one idea of freedom create such uproar?
Was this love for our countries so chauvinistic?
That it demonized all and swelled the lethal score?
One after another came the beastly tide,
That killed and with vengeance raped
Woman after woman, child after child –
All slaughtered and in red blood draped!
India had seen too much,
Exaggerated abuse bereft of wisdom,
And then on the morning of the fifteenth,
August was witness to India’s freedom!
And thus is the story of her independence,
She silently cried pitying the rage,
While all of us fought like fanatics,
She prayed like a mystic sage!
The black has cleared, given way to blue,
For one day this plague had to die,
And never again shall India be disgraced,
For the tri- colour kites are flying high!
A Reflection
There he is they scream aloud,
There he is in the distance.
Who is that lad, and what is that burning?
Oh! A flame in existence.
He looks so much like me,
With those innocent looking eyes,
And that expressionless, charming face that is
Held up in praise of skies
He marches down the yellow brick road,
Striding stealthily across the street,
Each step this lad takes,
Is followed by a dove’s cry!
The figure comes up to a close,
Then the unnoticed is noticed,
His hands held up strongly against,
A white Flag which is hoisted
I go up to him and ask him,
Who are you? What is your mission?
He looks at me with knowing eyes and says,
I am you and peace is my vision.
The skies can open, the earth can tremble,
The oceans can churn and show their wrath,
But my friend, my destiny is to spread peace
And I will never move from my path.
I am your image, you are the chosen one
Take the world with you,
With your passion, effort and perseverance,
You will create a world which is new!
( Published in “ One Hundred Poems For Peace “ )
There he is in the distance.
Who is that lad, and what is that burning?
Oh! A flame in existence.
He looks so much like me,
With those innocent looking eyes,
And that expressionless, charming face that is
Held up in praise of skies
He marches down the yellow brick road,
Striding stealthily across the street,
Each step this lad takes,
Is followed by a dove’s cry!
The figure comes up to a close,
Then the unnoticed is noticed,
His hands held up strongly against,
A white Flag which is hoisted
I go up to him and ask him,
Who are you? What is your mission?
He looks at me with knowing eyes and says,
I am you and peace is my vision.
The skies can open, the earth can tremble,
The oceans can churn and show their wrath,
But my friend, my destiny is to spread peace
And I will never move from my path.
I am your image, you are the chosen one
Take the world with you,
With your passion, effort and perseverance,
You will create a world which is new!
( Published in “ One Hundred Poems For Peace “ )
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
The Mortality Of Life
Life meanders like the flowing river,
We meander with it.
Life opens like the new, tender bud,
We open with it.
Life bends, like the canyon- road,
We bend with it.
Life grows like the little baby,
We grow with it.
Life slides like a skidding vehicle,
We slide with it.
Life sings like the nomadic bard,
We sing with it.
Life blinks like the sleeping child,
We blink with it.
Life sprouts like the Fushia,
We sprout with it.
Life blooms like the Nasturtiums,
We bloom with it.
Life fruits like the Apricot,
We fruit with it.
Life falls like the fruit,
We fall with it.
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