WORD STREAM (52) You have won

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YOU HAVE WON

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In that dense, wild forest,

Skeleton of an age old tree,

Could not resist the storm,

No leaves ,no bark, it just fell free.

Mud,  sand, dirt, covered it,

It started to decompose and decay,

With long, long passage of time,

In torrential rain, and prickly sun-ray.

Death was warranted  to the tree,

Green creeper plants covered the same,

Heap of turmoil ate the remains,

It was one part of Nature's game.

In silence, and among thunderstorms,

Encircled with huge green forest ,

This poor dead skeleton was hidden,

 Covered with wild sheet , laid to last rest.

And one morning ,after heavy rain,

There peeped out a tiny leaf, under the sun, 

Rain drops  reflected rainbow around it,

And said, "Hi Life ! you have won."  

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WORD STREAM: #LIFE

WORD STREAM: #LIFE: #LIFE ___________________ Life, like a little snowball, Rolls down from mountain peak, Gathers huge mass, Pretends to be might- -to be hero....

#LIFE

#LIFE

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Life, like a little snowball,

Rolls down from mountain peak,

Gathers huge mass,

Pretends to be might-

-to be hero.

In bottom dark valley,

It melts,

turns into absolute zero.

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Infinite mass of moments,

Suspend from pendulum,

I try to capture them,

In vain.

Like a clown-

They dance, deceive,escape,

And fall down.

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                                                =keshav dubey= 

                                                      17-8-2020

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# WORD STREAM (37) Life

WORD STREAM (37) Life
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The old pipal-tree was cut into pieces,
Wastage loaded in trucks,thrown away-
-except the stem and a nacked branch left,
Stood ,like dead statue,symbol of the day.

Work was in progress,for a decent forelane,
Which connected  two neighbouring cities,
Innovative beauty concept,gave it new look,
Dead pipal-tree was made modern artistic piece.

Firm concrete terrace was made around it-
All covered by shining, pointed iron bars,
Stem and the single branch grinded, painted,
Presenting abstract art,awarding it  five stars.

Old,primitive,wild,one time pipal,was dead,
Still it's skelton stood between the cross-road,
Shower of water was sprayed on, in the evening,
And flashing neon-light glittering, with full load.

Lot of birds flew over the pipal,all around,
Which was one time their home-sweet home,
Their nests,their unborn, existed in memories,
Beneath was the graveyard,stood like dome.

A miracle was seen there since  last few days,
One small hole was visible in the concrete layer,
A  tendril,a tiny leaf,was peeing out,breathing,
Wonder! life still existed, like a form of prayer.

The tendril  grew up,leaves were multiplied,
Then one fine day, care-takers came to take care,
Growing leaves were crushed,hole blocked,
Again,death penalty was pasted on cement layer.

With rise of dawn,comes a pigeon-pair to sit,
On that dead tree;they calmly look, without strife,
 See with blank eyes , that a tiny leaf will emerge,
At last,death will not be able to overcome life.
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WORD STREAM (6) Rainbow

     WORD STREAM (6) Rainbow

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A rain drop rests on a leaf,
Dances on the tune of sun-ray,
And stains the beam kissing it,
At dawn of a rainy day.

The night is slowly departing
Rainbow gives it a farewell,
Seven colours shield the drop,
Not to touch it, not to tell.

Violet gives it the strength,
 Indigo feeds the courage,
Blue creates the valour,
Which fills it with rage.

Green gives the notion of love,
Yellow pacifies the tension,
Orange makes it to jump,
Red fills the drop with passion.

The drop is laying idle,
Rainbow gives it a life,
It breaths with vigour,
And turns fully alive.

Then it rolls from the leaf,
Colour strings try to check and revive,
Alas! Colours are faded at once,
It drops down with a dive.

Rainbow colours come in life,
Like the hide and seek game,
The time-wheel moves intact,
Eternal white beam fades the same.

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                                    (C) keshavdubey
                                               30-5-2017

            

DREAMS
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Life dwells between two extremes,

Both hanging upon balanced beam,

One is the reality of life,.

The other is, world of dreams.

Man sees numerous visions

All are colorful and bright,

Some come to him in sleep

And day-dreams, in day-light.

Dream pushes him on the rock,

Made-up of gold bricks,

All power comes to him,

His overall authority is fixed.

Dreams of colorful world,
Beloved in the arms,  

If she is yet to come,

Beauty in visionary forms.

His dream is to fly on wings,

Not to delight like birds,

But to conquer the world,

To make them obey his words.

Dream makes the moon, a, bread,

And the sun, a coin in hand,

When man starves with hunger,

Stars drop the dew on sand.

All visions are not visualized,

Dreams hardly touch reality factor,

When lot of dreams are still pending,

The eternal sleep, closes the chapter. 

Close the eyes , enjoy them,
Super gift of SUPREME,
Two in one-package of life,
Shadow of self is, dream.
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                     (C) keshavdubey
                     20-3-2017

 

(16)The Border Is Intact

The Border Is Intact
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 In this hilly village,

I lived as a child,

With the passage of time,

Village has become wild.

I visit here again,

After a long phase,

Upon the heap of years,

Is piled, the bundle of age.

It is the same rock,

My place of fun and game,

On it, with childish urge,

I had engraved my name.

The border of flat stone,
Had shaped the frame,
In zigzag letters,
Was written my name.

With long passage of time,

Nature has faded the name,.

Now, I see tarnished surface,

Where words have become lame.

Years and years have passed,
Life has traveled  in between,
Most letters are rubbed off,
Hardly faint 'k' is seen.

On the inscribed script,

Many cracks are seen,

Rustic grass has grown,

Scattered; in- between.

Time will erase my full name,

The border remaining intact,

Next name will replace mine,

This is the eternal fact.

One day,one child will come,
Will dig his name here,
Will clap hands, with divine joy,
Eternal truth is very clear.

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            (C) keshavdubey
                 17-10-2016