# WORD STREAM (38) SKY

 # SKY
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Dear pigeon,
Who teaches you to fly?,
Above, in the limitless sky,
Your image,resting on wings-so high.

You are ahead of land,water, and forest,
Free from will and desire,you divine angel,
In the lap of spread-sheet of limitless space,
Shaking wings,above depth of sea,top of hill.

Down, you see your siblings- their wide open beaks,
You come to them, feed them, leave your paradise,
Embrace, shelter them,your little wings shed them,
Beneath your wings,they feel dark night ,and sunrise.

You now look at the sky,but love the soil.the land,
Feed the  seeds in the open beak of your infants,
You see the vast sky, in their blinking, little eyes,
See script on horizon,listen to mother nature's chant.

One day,these  little children will grow up,will stand,
They will spread their wings, will depart,to fly high,
They will call you,to come along,will invite you,
Your old wings will flutter in vain,and they will deny.

You will be helpless,will sit alone on the branch of tree,
Seeing past dreams of all the reality,and all the lies,
Yes,sky is yours, and it will always be.Vast unlimited.
One day, be ready, to fly,above,above,and above all skies.
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                                                             (C) keshav dubey
                                                                 12-8-2019
                                                             

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (37) Life

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (37) Life: WORD STREAM (37) Life ************************* The old pipal-tree was cut into pieces, Wastage loaded in trucks,thrown away- -excep...

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (37) Life

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (37) Life: WORD STREAM (37) Life ************************* The old pipal-tree was cut into pieces, Wastage loaded in trucks,thrown away- -excep...

# 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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                                                                (C) keshav dubey
                                                                       18 - 4 -2019
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WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (36) The New Year

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (36) The New Year: WORD STREAM (36) The New Year ************************************* Zero-zero hours-the fixed time, His visit- expected, certain,...

WORD STREAM (36) The New Year

WORD STREAM (36) The New Year
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Zero-zero hours-the fixed time,
His visit- expected, certain, annual,
Clock stops,he peeps inside my home,
Yes,that is He-who has come as usual.

I try to see him,a bright figure,
He is shivering in cold breeze,
 I raise the curtain,as he comes,
And greet him-Welcome please.

He is shining, innocent, new year,
Who enters my dwelling place,
The radiance of divine light,
Glitters  on his childish face.

He promises,assures, all heaven,
Only to follow him behind-
All happiness, pleasure and joy,
Golden moments-that I rewind.

Depression,,grief,misery and pain,
Calamities,sorrows, of wide range,
 Promises to erase-only one question,
"Can yourself in YOU will change?"

My guest has sorrowful smile on his face,
"You search me in party, drink and dance,
You pretend to enjoy,dip and merge thyself,
 Arrest moments,that slip, without chance."

You try to stop, speed, or revert time-wheel,
To get rid of present, future, and past worries-
Past, past, past, and new,and new moments,
Forget one thing,time-wheel crushes centuries.

 The birth of YEAR- twenty centuries passed,
HIS divine message is so simple and clear,
Have you learnt the message of humanity?
Or you only add one new number every year?"

I ignore that difficult, unsolved question,
Changing oneself ? Too difficult-not a game,
New year says,"Then I am only change of digit,
Then old and new year is the same."
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                                                        (C) keshavdubey
                                                          31-12-2018
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WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (35) The Joker

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (35) The Joker: WORD STREAM (35)The Joker ********************************************** The traffic signal is red, He stands in corner of street, ...

WORD STREAM (35) The Joker

WORD STREAM (35)The Joker

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The traffic signal is red,

He stands in corner of street,

Looks at long,long distance-

Endless road is laid to greet.

He is shunted out from play-house-

"-Children in 'Humpy-Dumpy' like logics,

You are useless for modern children,

They don't attract towards your tricks".

" B'Day parties have dance,music,movies,

Dishes,dinner,chats,games for the child,

Who looks at painted, drum-like joker?

Children self- pose as ghost, or animal wild".

Painted face, Mister Joker is now on the road.
Sweating,kicked out from his sixteenth job,
Losing his eighty rupees per day salary,
Honorary, senior P.G. member, of jobless mob.

A car stops near him,before the red signal,
One child waives hand, peeps out of window,
Child shouts,"See Papa, our joker uncle here"
He tries to escape,hide,run,but no way to go.

His painted face,his whole being is shocked,
Desperate,helpless,full of pity for himself-
He tries to control his emotions and tear,
Whispers,"No- joker"-meaningless in itself.

Traffic moves ahead ,the green signal glows,
Ninety second episode ends,full of hoke,
Nobody pays attention, metro life is robotic,
He tries to laugh,"No joker-I am a JOKE".
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                                                       (C) keshavdubey
                                                               2/11/2018
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WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (34) Super Hero

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (34) Super Hero:      SUPER HERO ********************   Two types of super-heroes are found, The first one, blocked in history -books, Others...

WORD STREAM (34) Super Hero

     SUPER HERO
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Two types of super-heroes are found,

The first one, blocked in history -books,

Others, who shine in instant flashlight,

To give sharp sparkle, flicker,glitter looks.

Aladin's magic heroes come out of 'lamp',

And collect hysterical mob all around,

Time-wheel grinds and crushes them,

In street dust-bin,they are mostly found.

Screen heroes climb the golden stairs,
They act everywhere-except the screen,
And weep, cry,sob,blame,when they slip,
In ruins of memory,they are often seen.

New  heroes are in this net-generation-
Running the blind race of 'likes'-bike,
Love-only love, to see their own viral,
A dream of 'clicks'-the dream of hike.

Modern leaders are readymade heroes,
There was a story,that tells this hoax-
Once,life of a jinnie lived in a parrot,
Life of the leader,lives in ballot-box.

 Little child has only one super-hero,
His father's image runs in his veins,
As he matures- grows-up,step-by step,
Hero-hero rubs-off,super-super remains.

A brave soldier guards his own nation,
Nobody knows him,no attention to pay,
A terror-bullet comes- and he is killed,
He becomes super-hero only for one day.

One day, a man sees himself in  mirror,
His image reflects him as a super-hero,
But he loses his faith in his own arms ,
Mirror slips,breaks,and hero becomes zero.
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                                                (C) keshavdubey
                                                          24-9-2018
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