Thursday
WORD STREAM: ANIMAL KINGDOM/ Reech -Garh
WORD STREAM: ANIMAL KINGDOM/ Reech -Garh: Animal Kingdom: :" Reech -Garh" ****************************** ****** * The last time, old bear looked back, Below, from the peak ...
Tuesday
WORD STREAM: Animal Kingdom: :" Reech -Garh"*******************...
WORD STREAM: Animal Kingdom: :" Reech -Garh"*******************...: Animal Kingdom: :" Reech -Garh" ****************************** ****** * The last time, old bear looked back, Below, from the peak ...
ANIMAL KINGDOM/ Reech -Garh
Animal Kingdom: :" Reech -Garh"
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The last time, old bear looked back,
Below, from the peak of hill he gazed,
The new born city flooded with light,
From long distance,whole area blazed.
Blinking his eyes, he imagined a huge fireball,
Limitless,expanding,covering vast land of forest,
Jungle of cement-concrete rising from crust of earth,
No traces of trees,no dens, empty nests.
He had seen vanishing the existence of dense forest,
Gradual,planned killing of innocent wild animals,
Brutal murder of those, who tried to run for life,
For all creatures,just to rub off life and pulse.
Two of his infants were trapped and carried away,
To be barred in the fence for site and see,
Rest were either killed,or they ran away for life,
This old bear bowed his head- "Come on,kill me'.
After long pause,he recovered from bullet shot in the leg,
He looked down the hill-a desperate look,
The gigantic city was expanding to gradually crush the forest,
Which , in future, would be in the memory, or in Jungle-book.
Dragging his feet, old bear moved into deep darkness,
Cold breeze echoed a silent mournful sigh,
An unknown, unwritten chapter was smoothly closed,
Nature faces blows from man without any cry.
Famous hill Reech-garh is now without "reech",
It is industrial complex -high chimneys,polluted air,
Animals are in photos, zoos,tales, and bars,
Is there any need of Animal, when Man is there?
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=keshav Dubey=
24-05-25
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Sunday
WORD STREAM: Echoes of Life
WORD STREAM: Echoes of Life: Echoes of Life ****************** * ( from my book Echoes of Life ) ------The Supreme Power whispered in her ears , "You t...
Friday
WORD STREAM: Echoes of Life
WORD STREAM: Echoes of Life: Echoes of Life ****************** * ( from my book Echoes of Life ) ------The Supreme Command whispered in her ears , "You...
Echoes of Life
Echoes of Life
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( from my book- Echoes of Life
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------The Supreme Power whispered in her ears,
"You tiny creature-fly, live in space, all around,
You have many, many lives in one life,
Death is only once, life is limitless, unbound."
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=keshav Dubey=
keshavdubey.com
31-5-25
Sunday
WORD STREAM: MEMORY
WORD STREAM: MEMORY: WORD STREAM : Memory ********************************* (memory is an everlasting treasure----) I was filled with excitement, My hea...
Thursday
Tuesday
MEMORY
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(memory is an everlasting treasure----)
I was filled with excitement,
My heart was beating fast,
Spending, span of fifty years abroad,
My heart was beating fast,
Spending, span of fifty years abroad,
I was reaching my village, at last.
I had past memories of the village,
When I was young boy of ten,
I still had a vision in my eyes,
Of that place, as it was then,
Narrow lanes, and thorny bushes,
Endless fields, fragrance of land,
Round shouldered huts, zigzag fence,
Neighboring river, and knocking sand.
Crop, as regiment, standing high,
Greenery laid on the bed of soil,
Tough farmers, with rigid figures,
Fighting their fate, in turmoil.
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When I reached my native place,
I was shocked, with the series of reflex,
My vision,my village,my dreamland-
Had turned, into an industrial -complex.
My village did not exist, at all,
Dreamland was not there to define,
There was a sign- board flashing,
“National Highway Twenty- Nine.”
No forest,no huts,no village,no fields,
All vanished.beneath the dense smoke,
Virgin river dipped into jungle of concrete,
My vision? dreamland?--O,what a joke!
I had past memories of the village,
When I was young boy of ten,
I still had a vision in my eyes,
Of that place, as it was then,
Narrow lanes, and thorny bushes,
Endless fields, fragrance of land,
Round shouldered huts, zigzag fence,
Neighboring river, and knocking sand.
Crop, as regiment, standing high,
Greenery laid on the bed of soil,
Tough farmers, with rigid figures,
Fighting their fate, in turmoil.
.
When I reached my native place,
I was shocked, with the series of reflex,
My vision,my village,my dreamland-
Had turned, into an industrial -complex.
My village did not exist, at all,
Dreamland was not there to define,
There was a sign- board flashing,
“National Highway Twenty- Nine.”
No forest,no huts,no village,no fields,
All vanished.beneath the dense smoke,
Virgin river dipped into jungle of concrete,
My vision? dreamland?--O,what a joke!
Life was running with high speed,
People, stick to pendulum, like the pets,
Village vanished beneath the chimneys,
Hooters and sirens guided the puppets.
Highway had joined two giant metros,
To bridge the new age, by presence,
Poor tiny river had died, beneath the bridge,
To become MEMORY; beyond existence.
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(C) keshavdubey
26 -4-'25
Highway had joined two giant metros,
To bridge the new age, by presence,
Poor tiny river had died, beneath the bridge,
To become MEMORY; beyond existence.
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(C) keshavdubey
26 -4-'25
Wednesday
WORD STREAM: The Nature
WORD STREAM: The Nature: The Nature ************* * Destiny throws me, On the shore of calamity, Every storm,tempest,turmoil hits me, With all cruelty, Nature is t...
The Nature
The Nature
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Destiny throws me,
On the shore of calamity,
Every storm,tempest,turmoil hits me,
With all cruelty,
Nature is the destroyer,
But it cannot crush me.
I am in the lap of mother Nature,
She is also the Deity,
I am a sand particle,
In limitless ocean of eternity.
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=keshav dubey=
10-03 -2025,
keshavdubey.com
Sunday
WORD STREAM: ROADS***************All roads have two ends,Fi...
WORD STREAM: ROADS***************All roads have two ends,Fi...: ROADS ************** * All roads have two ends, First,from where they start, Then they go, to merge with other, Covering a distance, lo...
Friday
WORD STREAM: ROADS***************All roads have two ends,Fi...
WORD STREAM: ROADS***************All roads have two ends,Fi...: ROADS ************** * All roads have two ends, First,from where they start, Then they go, to merge with other, Covering a distance, lo...
ROADS
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All roads have two ends,
First,from where they start,
Then they go, to merge with other,
Covering a distance, long or short.
Some of the roads lead to a fixed target,
Go and reach the destination- no doubt,
Some trapped in jungle of cement-concrete,
Beneath sky-scrappers, they try to come out.
A road starts from an unknown dusty village,
And dissolves in the ocean of the giant city,
Either people diffuse their being, under vast sky,
Or come back home, with false proud, and pity.
An old banyan tree divides a road in two halves,
One zig-zag thorny passage reaches primitive home,
Other smooth road goes long, long,long, and breaks,
Dead stop at a point, glittering the polish of crome.
Cunning and clever people make a shining road,
And most fantastic bridge connecting the ridge,
To give a final touch to this grand artistic work,
They divert a flowing river beneath the bridge.
In metro cities, roads have well built foot -paths,
They give all purpose facility, except foot-walks,
Slums, and all under sky, find a shelter here,
Lives pass on silently and smoothly on foot-paths.
Those who guide to walk on their path are great,
People follow their teachings, and try to learn,
And if something goes against their road- map,
There is an escape-road, in the form of U-turn.
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=keshav dubey=
28-02-25
keshavdubey.com
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Tuesday
WORD STREAM: NEW YEAR : HAPPINESS
WORD STREAM: NEW YEAR : HAPPINESS: NEW YEAR: HAPPINESS ***************************** I am glad to attend New Year Party, It is in full swing, with merriment, All ar...
Monday
WORD STREAM: NEW YEAR : HAPPINESS
WORD STREAM: NEW YEAR : HAPPINESS: NEW YEAR: HAPPINESS ***************************** I am glad to attend New Year Party, It is in full swing, with merriment, All ar...
NEW YEAR : HAPPINESS
NEW YEAR: HAPPINESS
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I am glad to attend New Year Party,
It is in full swing, with merriment,
All are dancing and shouting,
Climax of hilarity is present.
All are dancing and shouting,
Climax of hilarity is present.
People pretend to be happy,
The whole circle, as they seek,
They are happier in advance,
And become happiest, at the peak.
I feel, all this is a magic,
Which is live- show, to perform,
All are acting till drop-scene,
To exhibit, the maximum charm.
My' happiness' be the topmost,
If it lags; it is a curse,
This happiness is meaningless,
Unless, I compare it with others.
I pay for happiness, to buy the same,
Spending the money is no trouble,
If this happiness is a thousand deal,
The two 'thousands', may earn the double.
With the bundle of happiness, I come out,
It is raining, in the darkness of night,
A poor street-boy is dancing on the road,
Mud-clad, bare naked, shining bright,
His dance? no rhythm, no steps, no sense,
He is playing with an old rustic flute,
My happiness is with respect to others,
But his innocent happiness is absolute.
I spread my arms to acquire happiness,
As if-it is any technique, any magic, any art,
I search happiness in club, pub, drug and dance-
But real happiness, lives in the core of heart.
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(C) keshav dubey
31-12-2004 keshavdubey.com
Sunday
WORD STREAM: Word Stream : Mr. Gentleman
WORD STREAM: Word Stream : Mr. Gentleman: Mr. Gentleman ****************** * Mr.Gentleman was standing in the field, In open and vast area , greenery everywhere, Standing erect, i...
Friday
WORD STREAM: Word Stream : Mr. Gentleman
WORD STREAM: Word Stream : Mr. Gentleman: Mr. Gentleman ****************** * Mr.Gentleman was standing in the field, In open and vast area , greenery everywhere, Standing erect, i...
Word Stream : Mr. Gentleman
Mr. Gentleman
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Mr.Gentleman was standing in the field,
In open and vast area , greenery everywhere,
Standing erect, in formal grass uniform,
Pretending the silent caution-'Who Comes There'?
Mr.Gentleman was a scarecrow, to guard the crop,
Previously, he performed his duty very well,
The flying birds, grazing cattle, animals stopped,
For them, this strange thing was a danger- bell.
But soon, they learnt that this was only a puppet ,
Very soon, this figure's gentleness was quite clear,
Birds sat and danced on the head of the scarecrow,
Cattle pulled the grass, rubbed their bodies without fear,
Then one morning the troubled farmer brought a gun,
He hid behind Mr. Gentleman, and fired in the air,
One bullet spread the horror and panic all around,
Mischievous creatures shouted- unfair, unfair, unfair.
Shooting for a week, and no miscreants were found,
They never expected reaction from inert Gentleman,
Birds disappeared in the sky, all the cattle ran away,
All the creatures seemed frightened, nervous, and wan.
The farmer took a deep sigh, and said to the scarecrow,
"Dear Bizooka! You are gentleman, it is not sufficient,
By force,you have to compel others to be equally gentle,
Then only,safety of the crop is possible, hundred percent.
Gentleness rebounds, only with the help of gunfire-
When the climax of gentleness strikes deaf ear,
Thunder shots are required, so that others can listen,
Is that clear?"
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=keshav Dubey=
15-11-2024,
keshavdubey.com
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Tuesday
WORD STREAM: The Journey
WORD STREAM: The Journey: The Journey ************* (1) I go a long, long way, Fall, fail, and suffer, in valleys and sand, I tire, retire, retreat, and rest, Kee...
Saturday
WORD STREAM: The Journey
WORD STREAM: The Journey: The Journey ************* (1) I go a long, long way, Fall, fail, and suffer, in valleys and sand, I tire, retire, retreat, and rest, Kee...
The Journey
The Journey
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(1)
I go a long, long way,
Fall, fail, and suffer, in valleys and sand,
I tire, retire, retreat, and rest,
Keeping my milestone in the hand.
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(2)
The River jumps, dances, falls from the peak,
Breaking barriers- catastrophe, damage, and flee,
And all this thunder, violence, and destruction-
Only to calmly embrace the sea?
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(3)
I stand at the junction of two roads,
The first unknown path is damaged and distorted,
I choose the other familiar and comfortable path,
That leads me to the point, from where; I started.
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(4)
The River falls down from the peak,
Running , dancing, jumping, all acts of mime,
She blames the dead, rigid, inert mountain-
who has traveled the everlasting journey of Time.
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=keshav dubey=
17-5-24
keshavdubey.com
Thursday
WORD STREAM: Game Goes On*************************************...
WORD STREAM: Game Goes On*************************************...: Game Goes On ************************************* The cycle-Life and death chase each other; Game Goes On Storm,thunder, and fury had go...
Tuesday
WORD STREAM: Game Goes On*************************************...
WORD STREAM: Game Goes On*************************************...: Game Goes On ************************************* The cycle-Life and death chase each other; Game Goes On Storm,thunder, and fury had go...
Game Goes On
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(The cycle-Life and death chase each other; Game
Goes On)
Storm,thunder, and fury had gone,
In dark coffin,the forest laid,
Forest,, once was dreamland,heaven,
Where, hurricane had made violent raid.
Fallen trees paid mournful homage,
Angry river had broken it's barrier,
Scattered shadows jumped on water,
Dead silence echoed, created the fear.
Motionless bodies of animals laid,
One-two-vultures flew in the dark,
Frightened beer peeped out of den,
Dog opened mouth,forgot to bark.
An injured doe ran,jumped in vain,
With hard labor,misery;blindfold,
Here and there,aimless,wandering,
Shivering with pain,terror, and cold..
A moment flash-a thunderbolt in sky,
She saw mad river:nearer she went,
Wounded,horrified,for want of water,
Struggling for life-she was pregnant.
The doe fell in mud-calm,desperate,
Gave birth to a tiny, little fawn,
With all efforts opened her eyes,
Saw the new -born,in light of dawn.
First light revealed to eyes of fawn-
-He saw the smile of the dove, dying,
Death,disaster,all was-meaningless,
The dove imagined her tiny son, flying.
He tried to stand,fell down in the mud,
Again,he tried,but he could not stand,
Again,and again --slipping in the mud,
He tried to firm his foot on the land.
Little fawn was alone under the sky,
Furious mother-nature was now kind,
Tender sun-light was kissing his eyes,
Bright reel of life,was going to rewind.
Mud-clad fawn had only divine WILL ,
WILL-that spreads arms, for a creature,
One is the god- gifted, mental- strength ,
Other arm is the golden path of future.
The fawn will try and try--and try again,
He will stand up on his legs,and will run,
The cycle-life and death chase each other,
life wins,game goes on-it is nature's fun .
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(C) keshavdubey
9-9-2016
keshavdubey.com
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Thursday
WORD STREAM: The River : Meghamati
WORD STREAM: The River : Meghamati: The River : Meghamati ************************** ** A hilly river divides my village in two halves, And the only link is a bridge, old,rusti...
Sunday
WORD STREAM: The River : Meghamati
WORD STREAM: The River : Meghamati: The River : Meghamati ************************** ** A hilly river divides my village in two halves, And the only link is a bridge, old,rusti...
The River : Meghamati
The River : Meghamati
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A hilly river divides my village in two halves,
And the only link is a bridge, old,rustic, ancient,
The relations,emotions,love,hatred among the people,
Are woven with this lifeline-all past and present.
Rainfall on mountains quickly floods the river,
Old, round shouldered bridge sinks under the flow,
Slit and mud captures widespread land on both sides,
Every year, my village faces this destruction and blow.
Huts float on the river, crops are often washed away,
Woods,logs,bushes, even pet animals are floating on top,
All running with the current,moving away and away,
The poor farmer on the bank, fighting for life- dead stop.
And one morning ,sun-rays start dancing on calm water,
Day starts smoothly, slipping on the hilly, naughty torrent,
River again becomes lean and thin, after her horrible anger,
Some traces of ruin and catastrophe, but still looking descent.
Silent old bridge, takes a sigh of relief and starts breathing,
Schoolboys with bags on their back, throw stones below,
Farmers cross the bridge with a heavy heart, towards fields,
Cattle float on the river surface, their heads high and low.
Faith,family, relation- all that is the symbol of our being,
is this naughty, mischievous,lovely river, the part of our life,
We have worshiped Her as Goddess,since long, long past,
In every walk of our life- in harmony, merriment, and strife.
This dancing river is eternal thread, linking me to the mountain,
I have spent childhood here,played,enjoyed, grew-up on her sand,
She reflects myself before me , when I am here, far and far away,
My beloved river-Meghamati; be , before my eyes, till the end.
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= keshav dubey=
12-04-24
keshavdubey.com
Wednesday
WORD STREAM: WORDS NEVER DIE
WORD STREAM: WORDS NEVER DIE: Words Never Die ***************** * Words are script, Words are sound, Words rub-off,. Words rebound. Words are arrows, Words are balm, Word...
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