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<p>When an irritant enters the soft of my psyche, <br> Some thoughts are secreted to form short stories and poems <br> To ease out the discomfort.</p>
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<i><br>P.S. Loosely tied strands of moon on the right.</i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669198029285262748.post-46024576349056770692013-09-03T02:30:00.002+05:302013-09-18T00:53:29.394+05:30Human Beings Are Responsible For Rapes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Human Beings Are Responsible For Rapes</b></span><br />
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<b><i>Partial Transcript of DicVijay's appearance on 'We the Tweeple'</i></b></div>
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<b>Reporter: </b>Let's move on to another burning issue of rapes. We the Tweeple seek your <i>ingenious opinion</i> on this sensitive topic.</div>
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<b>DV:</b> Let me begin by saying, 'Rape is a state of mind...</div>
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<b>Reporter(vehement interruption):</b> What do you mean Sir, how can you justify a crass statement like that?</div>
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<b>DV</b>: Madam, madam, hold on! You are such a <strike>weathered</strike> seasoned reporter who has survived war zones and radiations, just keep
your cool and let me complete. Politically inclined are those who say
girls alone are responsible for rapes. I say, 'Human Beings are
responsible for rapes' and you should quote me on this. Rape is a
collective responsibility and it has been specialization of my PhD
thesis on collective responsibility sponsored by PMO.</div>
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<i>(The reporter is about to react again but is cut short just in time by DV's hand signal to calm down)</i></div>
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Its
in the human body, we all are hard-boned for it. All other animals need
to use all four limbs to balance themselves, but human beings need only
two, or as our party for common man says, public vehicle #11. That
frees the highly capable hands to follow the directions of highly <strike>corrupted</strike> evolved <i>High Command</i>,
the brain. It is these hands that made the planes and the ships. It is
these hands that made Salsa and Ballet possible. It is this body
structure that made the most gravity friendly yoga position - lying
down, possible. So it was just a matter of time before this flaw in
human body structure was put to a coercive use, which is hyped by media
as rape.</div>
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<b>Reporter: </b>You beat the media in logic! Still,<b> '</b>We
the Tweeple' think that a clause should be added to our juvenile
justice laws which states that if a juvenile commits a crime purely
adult in nature, he should be tried as an adult only. Won't you agree
with this, at least?</div>
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<b>DV:</b> Lady, on the
contrary I would say that the recent verdict must serve as a shining
example to restore public faith in the Indian Judicial System;
unaffected by the biggest ever media trial, the judiciary went by the
rulebook, even though it was almost gnawed away by poly-tickal rodents.
But in my doctored opinion, we should not be talking about absolute
crime and justice in the context of rape. It is a natural human behavior
like farting, which can not be termed criminal unless committed
publicly.</div>
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<b>Reporter: </b>So according to you, Besaram Paapu is not guilty and should be immediately released?</div>
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<b><b>DV:</b> </b>No, he should be hanged for pointing a finger towards our almighty Shooniya,<strike>who</strike> which is nothing, yet everything.<b> </b></div>
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<b>Reporter: </b>On
a related topic, it is rumored that your name was changed from DigVinay
to DicVijay while you were holidaying in New Zealand.</div>
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<b>DV:</b> It's not a rumor, it's a fact that my Uncle arranged for my name change to get my <strike>d*** </strike>ass out of a human behavioral mess, anyways the current name suits my image better.</div>
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<b><b>Reporter: </b></b>You</div>
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<b>DV:</b>
I am sure you are unable to follow the theory formulated from the
fathoms from my nano brain and before you start arguing over the nano
reference and forget the topic of this interview, let me clarify, it
means Tata Nano sized brain. So, to put you at ease with my theory, let
me take you through a live demo...</div>
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<b><i>(The camera gets hastily switched off )</i></b><br />
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<b><i>Note: This content of this piece is below my standards of dignity in thoughts and writing, but can't help my anguish on the state of things around me this time :-(</i></b></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669198029285262748.post-80324306142633798552013-08-28T03:01:00.002+05:302013-09-16T01:45:41.835+05:30Bhare Chalo, Bhare Chalo<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<pre><b><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">Sneak Pe<span style="font-size: small;">ek<span style="font-size: small;">: </span></span>A <span style="font-size: small;">entry</span> f<span style="font-size: small;">rom the<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>diary of an infamous<span style="font-size: small;"></span> <span style="font-size: small;">member of </span>the </span></span></b></pre>
<pre><b><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">UP pol<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">y-</span>tickal species.</span></span></span></b></pre>
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<pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Bhare chalo, bhare chalo</span></b> </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"> </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">(Baar baar haan, <span style="font-size: small;">kardo w</span>aar haan</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">Apni jeet ho, u<span style="font-size: small;">s</span>ki haar haan) - 2</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">Koi humse <span style="font-size: small;">chh</span>ee<span style="font-size: small;">n</span> na paave </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">B<span style="font-size: small;">hare</span> chalo, bhare chalo<span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">M</span>it jaave jo <span style="font-size: small;">rukw</span>aave, bha<span style="font-size: small;">r</span>e chalo </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">Bhale roz nilamban <span style="font-size: small;">j</span>aave
<span style="font-size: small;">Bh</span>are chalo, <span style="font-size: small;">bhar</span>e chalo </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">Koi durga-m <span style="font-size: small;">rodh </span>na <span style="font-size: small;">ban pa</span>we<span style="font-size: small;">,</span> <span style="font-size: small;">bhar</span>e chalo </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"> </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">Toot gayi jo ungli utthi </span></pre>
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<pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">Reti mili to b<span style="font-size: small;">har</span> gay<span style="font-size: small;">i</span> mutthi </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">Gaddi <span style="font-size: small;">ladt</span>i hi jaawe
<span style="font-size: small;">Bhar</span>e chalo, <span style="font-size: small;">bhar</span>e chalo</span></pre>
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<pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">Koi <span style="font-size: small;">humko kya</span> <span style="font-size: small;">h<span style="font-size: small;">u</span>d</span>kaave, <span style="font-size: small;">bhar</span>e chalo </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">Koi humse jeet na paave </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">Bhare chalo, <span style="font-size: small;">bhar</span>e chalo
<span style="font-size: small;">Cu</span>t jaave jo takraave, <span style="font-size: small;">Bhar</span>e chalo<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"> </span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"> </span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">(Baar baar haan, <span style="font-size: small;">kardo w</span>aar haan
Apni jeet ho, u<span style="font-size: small;">s</span>ki haar haan) - 2</span> </span></pre>
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<pre><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana;">भरे चलो, भरे चलो </span></b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></pre>
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<pre><span style="font-size: small;">(बार बार हाँ, करदो वार हाँ,</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: small;">अपनी जीत हो, उसकी हार हाँ) - 2</span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"> </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">कोई हमसे छीन न पावे,</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">भरे चलो, भरे चलो,</span></pre>
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<pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">मिट जावे जो रुकवावे, भरे चलो,</span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"> </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">भले रोज़ निलंबन जावे, </span></pre>
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">भरे चलो, भरे चलो,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">कोई दुर्ग-म रोध न बन पावे<span style="font-size: small;">, भरे चलो, </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">टूट गयी जो ऊँगली उट्ठी<span style="font-size: small;">,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">रेती मिली तो भर गयी मुट्ठी<span style="font-size: small;">, </span> </span> </span> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">गड्डी <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">लदत<span style="font-size: small;">ि </span></span> </span></span></span></span> ही जावे, <br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">भरे चलो, भरे चलो, </span></span><br />
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कोई हमको क्या हड्कावे, भरे चलो,<br />
कोई हमसे जीत न पावे <br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">भरे चलो, भरे चलो,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">कट जावे जो टकरावे<span style="font-size: small;">, भरे चलो<span style="font-size: small;">,</span></span></span></span><br />
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<pre><span style="font-size: small;">(बार बार हाँ, करदो वार हाँ,</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">अपनी जीत हो, उसकी हार हाँ) - 2 </span></span></pre>
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"></span> </span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669198029285262748.post-14925352801588421022013-08-21T03:37:00.002+05:302013-08-28T03:06:18.759+05:30Ab Tumhare Hawale Gaban Sathiyon<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Sneak Peek: An <span style="font-size: small;">unusually eventful </span>day's entry <span style="font-size: small;">in</span> the diary of a </span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">patriotic (towards <span style="font-size: small;">power</span>), poetic (plagiarist), </span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">leader (scamster) devoted </span></b></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">2 </span>technoloG </span></b></span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Ab <span style="font-size: large;">T</span>umhare <span style="font-size: large;">H</span>awale <span style="font-size: large;">G</span>aban <span style="font-size: large;">S</span>athiyon</b></span><br />
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Kar chale hum fida KHAAN-O-DHANN sathiyon,<br />
Ab tumhare hawale GABAN sathiyon,<br />
Kar chale hum fida khaan-o-dhann sathiyon,<br />
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon,<br />
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon.<br />
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Inquiry badhti gayi, raid padti gayi,<br />
Phir bhi public ko kuch bhi na dikhne diya,<br />
Kat gaye sir humare to kuch gham nahi,<br />
Sir Madam ka humne na jhukne diya,<br />
Marte marte raha kaak pan sathiyon,<br />
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon,<br />
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Kar chale hum fida khaan-o-dhann sathiyon,<br />
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon.<br />
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Scam karne ke mausam bahut hain magar,<br />
Pakde jaane ki rut roz aati nahin,<br />
Nayay aur rule dono ko ruswa kare,<br />
Woh adaalat jo humko bachati nahi,<br />
Aaj jailen bani hain dulhan saythiyon,<br />
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon,<br />
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Kar chale hum fida khaan-o-dhann sathiyon,<br />
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon.<br />
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Raah her-feriyon ki na viraan ho,<br />
Tum karte hi jaane naye ghotale,<br />
Nayi kursi ke wasl iske baad ho, <br />
Bediyon mei bandhe hai insaan bhale,<br />
Hanste hanste gawaara daman sathiyon,<br />
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon,<br />
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Kar chale hum fida khaan-o-dhann sathiyon,<br />
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon.<br />
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Gayab karte chalo filen tum sabhi,<br />
Asliyat jaan paye na shaitaan koi, <br />
Tod do haath gar haath uthne lage,<br />
Choone paye na RITA ka daman koi,<br />
Dost bhi tum, tumhi dushmann sathiyon,<br />
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon,<br />
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Munsif bhi tum, tumhi mujrim saathiyon,<br />
Khinch lo sabke munh se jabaan saathiyon,<br />
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon,<br />
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Kar chale hum fida khaan-o-dhann sathiyon, <br />
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon, <br />
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon, <br />
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon. <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669198029285262748.post-23324098163859089052013-05-07T00:35:00.000+05:302014-02-04T02:30:06.575+05:30Toote Taare<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">टूटे तारे </span></div>
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बच्चे मन के सच्चे सारे जग की आँख के तारे,<br />
ये वो नन्हे फूल हैं, जो भगवान् को लगते प्यारे...<br />
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छोटे बच्चे और बच्चियां, <br />
नन्हे फूल, नन्ही कलियाँ,<br />
उड़ते जुगनू औ तितलियाँ,<br />
मारे ख़ुशी से किलकारियां।<br />
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शरारत भरे इनके नज़ारे,<br />
नटखट नादाँ इनके इशारे,<br />
मासूमी के पुतले सारे, <br />
धरती पर फिरते सितारे।<br />
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आये बाग़ में दुष्ट शिकारी, <br />
ज़ुल्मी थे जो बड़े ही भारी,<br />
कलियाँ तोड़ी ढेर सारी,<br />
फूल खा गए अत्याचारी।<br />
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तितली हुयीं घायल,<br />
जुगनू हुए पागल,<br />
तारक हुए ओझल, <br />
धरा रक्तिम धूमल।<br />
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उजड गया चमन, <br />
धुंधला गया गगन, <br />
लुट गया बचपन,<br />
मिट गया बचपन। <br />
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ये वो नन्हे फूल थे, जो भगवान् को हो गए प्यारे, <br />
ये वो जगमग जुगनू थे, जो बुझ गए जैसे टूटे तारे। <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669198029285262748.post-60868586205724581722013-04-13T03:58:00.003+05:302013-05-06T18:46:20.155+05:30Hum Bhi Agar Blackbuck Hote<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669198029285262748.post-17023670815067415612012-12-07T03:07:00.000+05:302013-08-28T03:06:11.022+05:30Talaash - My Version of the Story<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>Talaash - My Version of the Story</b><br />
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After Delhi Tragedy, I have found a new respect for this movie, especially for the line 'ek ladki ke gayab ho jane se kise fark padta hai, waise bhi, jo hai hi nahin, wo gayab kaise ho sakta hai'. </div>
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Afterall, girls are considered non-existent in our society.</div>
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I am waiting for 'Nirbhaya' to return as Kareena does in this movie.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669198029285262748.post-77185313501647338932012-05-13T03:49:00.000+05:302012-05-13T03:49:58.415+05:30Z for Zebra Crossings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The vehicle of a person's life,</div>
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Runs carelessly on highway of fun,</div>
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The zebra crossing of high school,</div>
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Then of job, followed by marriage,</div>
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Then of kids and finally of age.</div>
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669198029285262748.post-77409176182924791052012-05-13T03:48:00.002+05:302014-02-04T02:32:01.921+05:30Y for Yardstick<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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What I find acceptable<br />
You may find that wrong,<br />
Your one perfect circle,<br />
Might look to me oblong.<br />
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People are many, <br />
Thoughts don't mingle,<br />
Why is it, even then many,<br />
Measure all by yardstick single?<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669198029285262748.post-68028162382838638552012-05-13T02:27:00.002+05:302012-05-13T02:35:44.608+05:30A to Z April<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<strong>A to Z April</strong><br />
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I was a first timer on this incredibly challenging, fun and learning challenge. Throughout April, I kept on thinking about the topic and the post and as soon as a picture was framed in my mind, I felt extremely kicked and could not wait to write it down. Keeping the theme for the challenge in sync with my blog theme, that is, Everyday Inspirations and deciding to write in verse, yes, I do think those lines were more verse, less prose :-) proved much more difficult than I could fathom initially. A lot of times, I did feel like quitting. Then what kept me going? </div>
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Heart-felt comments by fellow bloggers. Thank you for stopping by and leaving behind your treasured footprints :-)</div>
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Amazing posts that I got to read. It was a wonderful and delightful experience to see the creativity and imbibe the lovely thoughts coming from many a beautiful minds :-)</div>
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The incredible efforts being put in by the organizers in running this challenge.</div>
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Confessions</div>
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I was lagging many times by a day or so and was horrible during the last week. And my consolation to myself was, if posts can be written in advance and scheduled, then they can be composed a little later also, that's cheating I know, but that's how I thought.</div>
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I could not visit enough blogs throughtout the challenge and plan to compensate during this month. Thanks to organizers for keeping the linky list active for a longer time.</div>
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I surprised myself as I had never ever imagined that I would be able to churn out 26 poems in such a short timeframe and that too in English as I feel more comfortable writing poems in Hindi. </div>
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At the moment I am not sure if I would be participating next year because I would neither want to lag or leave midway nor would I be able to write in advance and wait to post as I am too impatient for that.</div>
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I am glad I signed up, participating in this challenge has been a very fulfilling experience for me. A big thank you to each and every one associated with the challenge.</div>
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669198029285262748.post-16307369350529666552012-05-13T01:20:00.000+05:302012-05-13T02:35:44.221+05:30X for X-Factor<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tears were flowing, emotions choked,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">At the funeral service of the young man.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">For the young bride, all seemed concerned,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">'Such tragedies should not touch beautiful people',</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The 'un-beautiful' are born to suffer without sympathy</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">And the X-Factor of beauty is a ticket to life of privilege.</span></div>
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<b>Colors, Black And White</b><br />
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Colors make a rainbow,<br />
A beautiful sight<br />
Colors make a peacock,<br />
A bird of delight.<br />
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Squares black and white, <br />
Give chessboard power role.<br />
Keys black and white, <br />
Are guide to piano's soul.<br />
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Colors are to impart,<br />
A visual appeal,<br />
White and black give,<br />
The creative feel.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669198029285262748.post-68999057437959931212012-05-07T19:46:00.001+05:302014-02-04T02:45:36.515+05:30V for Vines and Tree<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Once upon a time there was a tree,</div>
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Quite happy, healthy, standing free.</div>
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Then sprouted a vine to embrace it,</div>
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They looked good together by every bit.</div>
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With time the embrace grew tighter,</div>
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The tree looked like a captured fighter.</div>
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As more vines grew, the tree grew old,</div>
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Sapped of juice, robbed of life, untold.</div>
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Yet the world adored flowers and scent,</div>
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Of the vines climbing, smiling without repent.</div>
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Why not, when the tree is the mother,</div>
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Vines are family, society, who don't bother.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669198029285262748.post-32136309307681554942012-04-27T02:19:00.001+05:302014-02-04T02:54:39.257+05:30U for Umbrella<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The umbrella shielded him from the sun,</div>
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But of what use was it in winter chills,none.</div>
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Though for him, it took beatings from the lashing rain,</div>
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Yet to carry it all along was a little pain.</div>
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She cared for him, cooked him nice food,</div>
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If she asked questions, he did'nt find it good.</div>
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Though she gave up her life for his sake,</div>
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Her advices, he found, not so easy to take.</div>
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One day he lost umbrella and she was gone too.<br />
Scale of loss was felt deeply in an instant or two,</div>
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On exposure to this evil world and wicked weather.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669198029285262748.post-44566646860318973402012-04-26T03:09:00.000+05:302012-05-13T02:35:44.492+05:30T for Train Journey<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<strong>Train Journey </strong><br />
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Anxious about her fate and choice,<br />
With teary eyes and a broken voice,<br />
With lots of wishes and some money,<br />
She started on the long train journey.<br />
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Travelling through the racing backdrops,<br />
Of fields, forests, towns, rivers, hilltops,<br />
Like the scenes outside, her feelings inside,<br />
Kept ebbing, surging as her tears dried.<br />
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With clear eyes she saw her co-travelers,<br />
Who looked good, not bad bad anglers, <br />
Some of whom in the same state of mind,<br />
And they all smiled, leaving tears behind.<br />
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And so started the real train journey,<br />
With eager strangers for company,<br />
Sharing juicy nuggets of their lives,<br />
Like jokes from treasured archives.<br />
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There were people she met daily,<br />
What she knew of them was scaly,<br />
Hard to see through and external,<br />
As if a facade, impermeable, formal.<br />
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In the train it was different to say,<br />
Sharing space for an entire day,<br />
To see them talk, sleep, eat, emote<br />
So close by was hard not to note.<br />
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So she knew the travelers better,<br />
Parting advices failed to hold her,<br />
As she bonded with those people,<br />
She sensed new excitements ripple.<br />
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Like the fast train that had her shifted, <br />
Far and wide her thoughts had drifted,<br />
De-boarding was not end of a journey,<br />
But an FB status update, a new journey.<br />
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669198029285262748.post-40272003201649550122012-04-23T18:44:00.001+05:302012-05-13T02:35:44.454+05:30S for Silence<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><strong>S for ...</strong><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Silence</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Silence the most powerful expression,</div><div style="text-align: center;">It shows both approval and objection,</div><div style="text-align: center;">It may mean admiration or admonition,</div><div style="text-align: center;">It stands for consensus and dissension.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It cares, it hurts, it may even frustrate,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Into victory or loss, it may translate,</div><div style="text-align: center;">It may kill an argument or fuel a debate,</div><div style="text-align: center;">It may pump up ego or make it evaporate.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is gust that blows away emotional pages</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is understood by cultures and languages,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Across nations by people of various ages,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Even before they learn to use their verbiages.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Speech is the gift, that makes us unique, </div><div style="text-align: center;">To chose not to use it is a power technique</div><div style="text-align: center;">On fabric of speech, silence is an applique,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Adorned beautifully to add to its mystique.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669198029285262748.post-26977663971496955492012-04-23T03:12:00.001+05:302014-02-04T02:59:05.249+05:30R for Roomie<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>Roomie</b><br />
<br />
Twelfth birthday came knocking at my door,<br />
Brought me the teen years and a lot lot more,<br />
In the form of my first real friend, a dear friend,<br />
Who took me out of the simple land of books,<br />
And made me worldly wise to traverse the maze,<br />
Built of confusions and temptations of teenage.<br />
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I was a river tumbling down through the hills,<br />
In the mood of destruction, always in spate,<br />
You were the dam who held me down,<br />
Changed my course and tapped my potential,<br />
To nurture my thoughts with the restrained waters,<br />
And brighten my soul with the generated power.<br />
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You were my audience, you were the critic,<br />
Who complimented sincerely and censured honestly, <br />
You were my microscope, you were the telescope,<br />
To show me the perspectives beyond my limited sight,<br />
You were my lighthouse, you were the ship,<br />
To take me safely on the voyage of exciting discoveries.<br />
<br />
Thanks to your tastes, I learnt to enjoy little luxuries,<br />
Of music, poems, flowers, rains, swings, crushes, beaches,<br />
Your conviction gave strong wings to my lofty dreams,<br />
And when I woke up, two years were gone, we had to part,<br />
But by then you, who showed me how a friend should be,<br />
Were my roomie, sharing space forever in the room of my heart.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669198029285262748.post-75610853164113742142012-04-21T00:44:00.000+05:302012-05-13T02:35:44.634+05:30Q for Queues, Unusual Queue<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<strong>Queues, Unusual Queues</strong></div>
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It takes people longer to shop,</div>
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Bill counter is the one last stop,</div>
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How can a queue form over there,</div>
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As customer why wait to pay, </div>
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Bet the system is wrong there.</div>
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We queue up to cast our vote,</div>
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To make the leader of a sugarcoat,</div>
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Why can't we just sit back at home,</div>
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And send the vote on mobile phone,</div>
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It's 'who cares for public' syndrome.</div>
<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669198029285262748.post-7556139464344611822012-04-20T18:35:00.001+05:302012-05-13T02:35:44.623+05:30P for Pink Pastries<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>Pink Pastries</b></div>
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The trays filled with pink pastries,</div>
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And many more tempting savories,</div>
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Locked inside the lovely glass case,</div>
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Brought smile and tears to her face.</div>
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'How can I get the pink pastries</div>
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At least, if not other savories',</div>
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She was thinking day and night,</div>
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Yet a plan remained out of sight.</div>
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A treat not even seen as leftover,</div>
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Always made her heart sink lower,</div>
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Yet her craving was never killed,</div>
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It only left her upset and thrilled.</div>
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Thus she grew up in want and dreams,</div>
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Held together by painful seams,</div>
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Where pink pastries became a symbol,</div>
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Of all that made her feel terrible.</div>
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669198029285262748.post-30593407350223572652012-04-20T02:16:00.001+05:302012-05-13T02:35:44.393+05:30O for Optical Illusion<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<strong>Optical Illusion</strong><br />
<br />
On bended knee I proposed to her,<br />
She smiled, then burst into laughter,<br />
The jaundiced eye of my tired brain,<br />
Took that for an approval in vain.<br />
<br />
Someone cleared my optical illusion,<br />
That laugh meant mockery, not affusion<br />
Of a new relationship as I had seen it.<br />
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To avoid illusions, optical, audio, I admit,<br />
Going fancy, proposing with a ring,<br />
As they do in the films, is the best thing.<br />
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669198029285262748.post-64356699927754880032012-04-18T21:36:00.002+05:302012-05-13T02:35:44.565+05:30N for Namesake<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">N for ...<br />
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<b>Namesake</b><br />
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Why was I named after a person famed,<br />
For lacking virtues, why am I blamed?<br />
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I am tired of the constant comparison,<br />
Bored of recognition without a reason,<br />
Please look at me, not at my name,<br />
Which has glam, but all the same,<br />
I want a simple, subdued life,<br />
Happy, free from unwanted strife,<br />
Coming from constant public glare,<br />
Forcing spectator to turn a player.<br />
<br />
I didn't chose this name for me,<br />
Please let me what I want to be.<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669198029285262748.post-42144486034836256432012-04-17T21:45:00.000+05:302012-05-13T02:35:44.468+05:30M for Music, Melody, Magic<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">M for ...<br />
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<b>Music, Melody, Magic</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sitting in a lazy corner, wishing to chat with special someone</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Rings the doorbell or the phone, the caller is that same person,</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">The bell now sounds like music, soothing music for the soul kind,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Astonished you exclaim, 'Telepathy works, you read my mind!'</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well that's music, that's magic, music in eyes, magic in voice. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Discussing a controversy, raking brains for a catchy phrase,</div><div style="text-align: center;">To best express a golden opinion, to outwit others in the chase, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Two friends end up saying same things at the same time to strike</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chords of melody and merrily proclaim, 'Great minds think alike!'</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well that's melody, that's magic, melody in thoughts, magic in voice. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669198029285262748.post-11246538472933802732012-04-15T03:01:00.002+05:302012-05-13T02:35:44.096+05:30L for The Last Leaf<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>This is my most humble attempt at putting the gist of O.Henry's masterpiece 'The Last Leaf' in verse. My sincere apologies to all those who might feel offended at my attempts to kill the soul of a brilliant piece of work, my skills are really limited.</strong></div><br />
<strong>L for ...</strong><br />
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Once upon a time, inside a squatty studio,<br />
Situated in the maze of Greenwich village,<br />
With a death-white face, ready to bid adieu,<br />
Johnsy laid counting, the ivy vine foliage.<br />
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Terrified with the doc's observations,<br />
Panicky with Johnsy's last leaf fancy,<br />
To Behrman, Sue disclosed her emotions,<br />
To him going with the leaves looked infancy.<br />
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The rains beat the vine hard in the gushing wind,<br />
Yet the stubborn leaf refused to fall,<br />
And forced Johnsy's views to rescind,<br />
To set her on a path of recovery, clearing pall.<br />
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Behrman was gone around the same time,<br />
But the masterpiece he used to always tell,<br />
Was left behind in all its glory, on the ivy vine,<br />
Painted by him the night, the last leaf fell.<br />
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(<em>Epilogue</em>)<br />
A masterpiece not valuable enough,<br />
To be auctioned decades later as a lifeless art,<br />
But one of its own kind of priceless stuff,<br />
Blessed by Him for saving a dying heart.<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669198029285262748.post-22261093722864604842012-04-13T01:52:00.002+05:302014-02-04T03:01:55.346+05:30K for K<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>K</b></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">
K is a unique character,</div>
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How to wield power, how to contribute,</div>
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Without being vocal and remaining mute,<br />
We can learn through this letter.</div>
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(<i>Without K </i>)<br />
A strong knot that tames elephants becomes a not,</div>
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A knight in shining armour is reduced to a night dark,</div>
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Knowledge loses its existence, knife loses its spark,</div>
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Yet have we heard of the K in them, no we have not!</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669198029285262748.post-55070455640181976672012-04-12T05:01:00.001+05:302012-05-13T02:35:44.554+05:30J for Jingle to Song<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">J for...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Jingle to Song</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My life was just another jingle, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Scattered sounds lacking melody, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Living for a dumb purpose single,</div><div style="text-align: center;">To sell junk to any and everybody.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was sans an individual existence, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Much like an hyperbole' assortment,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Which looked catchy but needed reference,</div><div style="text-align: center;">When she entered without announcement.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lyrics changed, expressions improved, </div><div style="text-align: center;">To become, by adjusting notes all along,</div><div style="text-align: center;">A beautiful musical piece that all approved,</div><div style="text-align: center;">So she upgraded me from a jingle to song.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">After painting the hall walls in white and blue,</div><div style="text-align: center;">As she stepped back lovingly admiring her work,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jumped off the ladder platform, the can of blue,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Splatter buried the wall pattern in a single jerk,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Instead of tears, started flowing old memories,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Memories of the early days of writing stories.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">That one story seemed very close to her heart,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Characters seemed better than Agatha Christie,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The scene description looked like a canvas art,</div><div style="text-align: center;">More than Sherlock Holmes, her plot was twisty,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Conceited as she touched the papers on her table,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The ink bottle fell and made the letters invisible.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh how bad it hurt, the elixir to etch words forever,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Had erased those very words forever in one swipe,</div><div style="text-align: center;">She rushed to engrave them all over again on paper,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Her senses seemed sharpened by that ruthless snipe,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The words sounded forced, characters appeared lame,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The poor plot, instead of conceit, now evoked shame.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wiser by the enlightenment, she had felt huge relief,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The trash got trampled before the world could see, </div><div style="text-align: center;">That's how begun her tryst with the ink and the grief</div><div style="text-align: center;">That was really brief, made her as strong as she could be,</div><div style="text-align: center;">To hone work till perfection, her lips made a smile small,</div><div style="text-align: center;">As she could now see the better fate awaiting her hall :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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