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Saturday

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (14) Cost of happiness

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (14) Cost of happiness:           COST OF HAPPINESS *****************************      I am glad to attend this party,  It is in full swing, ...

WORD STREAM (14) Cost of happiness

          COST OF HAPPINESS
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 I am glad to attend this party,
 It is in full swing, with merriment, 
  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 top most,
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 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 wander here and there to find the same,
I forget- happiness lives in the core of heart. 
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                                               (C) keshavdubey 
                                                            4-11-2017

Thursday

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (20) YES SIR

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (20) YES SIR: YES SIR ************** ( ---Once, once only, Give me courage to say -NO SIR--) *********************************** I do no...

WORD STREAM (20) YES SIR

YES SIR
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(---Once, once only,
Give me courage to say -NO SIR.)
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I do not apply my reason,
Here logic is to err,
Simply close the eyes and mind,
And always say –yes sir.

Known as short cut to success,
A square to lift the life,
Where four directions open,
This is number five.

I flow with the current,
In the river full of fog,
And float on the wave,
Like an inert log.

Instant success is my aim,
I am afraid to fall,
Neglecting the will and logic,
I shake head- that’s all.

Can I swim against the flow?
Can I dare to say “NO”?
Can I stand across tide?
Or, bow down and - let it go?

Worshiped are those, who say-no,
For the cause of their mission,
All yes-men are living toys,
Dancing puppets; of exhibition.


Am I always, gone with the wind?
Am I weather-cock,floating fur?
Once-once only -O,SELF- in me-
Give me courage to say- NO SIR.
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               (C) keshavdubey*
4-10-2-17












Tuesday

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existance

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existance: WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existence : WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existence   *********************************   ...

Wednesday

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existance

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existance: WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existence   *********************************     I was filled with excitement My heart w...

WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existance



WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existence
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(memory is an everlasting treasure----) 
 














 I was filled with excitement
My heart was beating fast, 
Spending fifty years in a foreign land
I was reaching my village ,at last.


I had past memory of my 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 series of quakes,
My vision,my village,my dreamland-
Had turned, into an industrial -complex.


My village did not exist-no more,
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!


Highway had joined the giant metros,
To bridge the new age, by presence,
My tiny river had died, beneath the bridge,
To become MEMORY; beyond existence.
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                                                  (C)  keshavdubey
                                                                   30-8-2017