WORD STREAM
word stream
Tuesday
WORD STREAM: The Journey
Saturday
WORD STREAM: The Journey
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*************************************...
Tuesday
WORD STREAM: Game Goes On*************************************...
Game Goes On
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(The cycle-Life and death chase each other; Game
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
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Thursday
WORD STREAM: The River : Meghamati
Sunday
WORD STREAM: The River : Meghamati
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
Sunday
WORD STREAM: WORDS NEVER DIE
WORDS NEVER DIE
Words Never Die
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Words are sound,
Words rub-off,.
Words rebound.
Words are arrows,
Words are balm,
Words start massacre,
Words make men, calm.
Words block the door,
Of iron dome,
And create a vent,
In blind home.
Time-wheel digs the grave.
And make the words lie,
But Truth drags them out,
Words never die.
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=keshavdubey=
23-2-2024
keshavdubey.com
Tuesday
WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM : New Year
Sunday
WORD STREAM : New Year
FAREWEL
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So you are going, dear old year?
Of love, war, hope, hatred, dusk and dawn,
With the heap of sweet and sour memories,
Shouting humanity ,brotherhood, and massacre plan.
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WELCOME
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First ray of light, kindly kiss our eyes,
Enlighten the solemn path, where we go,
Bestow all boons, all virtues, on us,
Shower the rain of humanity, to form rainbow.
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=keshav dubey=
31-12-2023
keshavdubey.com
Saturday
WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM : The Life
WORD STREAM : The Life
The Life
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The glass is empty,
But not dry,
That's why-
No break, no stop,
Sip the elixir of life,
Till last drop.
Every end, is new start,
Go miles and miles.
In the dying tree,
The last leaf smiles.
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=keshav dubey=
7-9-'23
keshavdubey.com
Tuesday
Monday
WORD STREAM: The Dream
The Dream
The Dream
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The child dreams,
A flower, in the gun,
Man knows-
It is loaded,no fun.
Time wheel can not be reversed.
This dream is funny and wild,
Flower can not replace a bullet,
Man can not become a child.
When violence creates bloodshed,
And killing becomes an art,
First, man targets inside-
-the infant, sitting in the heart.
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=keshav dubey=
16-7-23
keshavdubey.com
Sunday
WORD STREAM: The Real king
The Real king
The Real King
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His little dreamland
In dreary deserted wasteland,
This real king-
On dream's wing.
NO ENTRY, PLEASE.
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Wednesday
WORD STREAM: His Destiny
Tuesday
WORD STREAM: His Destiny
His Destiny
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Skeleton of an old coconut tree,
Stands erect among pygmy plants,
Looks at the long distant horizon-
What his unknown Guest wants!
He is far above the elixir of life,
Which floods greenery of ground,
His destiny is to search in space-
Ultimate home,where Death is found.
Below,on the ground of muddy, soil,
Peeps out another tiny, coconut plant,
Mother Nature replies the destiny,
This is Fortune-that I want.
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=keshav dubey=
24-4-2023
keshavdubey.com
Friday
WORD STREAM: MY DEAR ENEMY
MY DEAR ENEMY
Saturday
WORD STREAM: Lead kindly light
Thursday
Tuesday
WORD STREAM: The Script
The Script
The Script
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All our life,
we write the script,
of love,passion,emotion,
hatred,anger and tension.
It is all-
that we always mention.
And finally,
while binding our life book,
we find that,
they were all dreams,
written on water.
The whole package,
is set aside,
blown in the air,
we are as empty,
as, we were.
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=keshav dubey=
10-12-'22
keshavdubey.com