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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WORD STREAM: MY DEAR ENEMY

WORD STREAM: MY DEAR ENEMY:   My Dear Enemy ************************ I know you, I recognize you, You are one, in the long row, I smile and welcome you, You are my enem...

MY DEAR ENEMY

My Dear Enemy

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I know you, I recognize you,

You are one, in the long row,

I smile and welcome you,

You are my enemy, you are the foe.

Hatred is in the core of heart,

Chilled in the inner cage,

But modern trend teaches me,

-Paste the smile, on the face.

Weapons change with the age,

Now bloodshed is not seen,

When opponent opposes you,

Pretend all red signal; green.

All seem friendly, all well wishers,

Like next to kin, in the town,

All give firm support to leg,

And wonder! I fall down.

A friend may neglect me,

But enemy will never depart,

I may live in friend’s mind,

But I reside in enemy’s heart.

Now life is to act, not to live,

Society is one stage, as a whole,

At the cost of profitable deal,

Enemy and friend, change the role.

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WORD STREAM: Lead kindly light

WORD STREAM: Lead kindly light:                                        

"------ the night is dark, 

and I am far from home.

Lead Thou me on.

           (Newman)

Lead kindly light

                                             "------the night is dark,

                                        and I am far from home,

                                         Lead Thou me on."

                                                                 

                                                               (J.H. Newman)

 

WORD STREAM: The Script

WORD STREAM: The Script: The Script *************   All our life, we  write the script,  of love,passion,emotion, hatred,anger and tension.  It is all- that we alway...

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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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 (51) THE BUTTERFLY

           THE BUTTERFLY

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Remember the childhood days,

Little butterfly-

Dance and dive, chasing her mate,

A life of love,

Kissing the flower,

Under the sky.

Flowers are for devotion,

For fragrance, for garland,

For leaders, for scent, 

For greeting with fake smile-

with a bouquet in hand.

Remember?

We ran for butterfly,

In our childhood,

Their colorful vision-

 flying above our heads,

just few inches high.

We have run a long long distance,

They are not seen now,

Either they are afraid of day-light,

Or, we are blind to sight,

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WORD STREAM (50) Dolly's Bicycle

WORD STREAM (50) Dolly's Bicycle

(Dolly's Dream world)

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Tring, Tring---,Dolly's bicycle is coming,

Swing, balance, up, down-and all the tricks,

She masters the handle, with little hands.

May come any problem, she has learnt to fix.

The bike moves ahead in full speed,

Dolly swings left and right on the seat,

She has to save an old lady on the road,

Brakes work, she escapes, smiles to greet.

The bike ,slips on the wet, muddy road,

She falls down, feels scratch   on her hand,

Dolly sees, many, many eyes looking at her,

She stands up ,laughs, pulls bike to stand.

Dolly returns home, hero-pride on her face,

Pets bike with little hands, like best friend,

Kisses the seat, moves ahead, and turns back,

Parting away with lovely smile, waves her hand.

In dreams, she sees- bike is flying in sky,

A table fan is clamped along the bike's arola,

She is going high and high, sitting on the seat,

Dolly cries, "Hey, I am sitting in  flying "Gondola."

Everything is left below- the school ,homework,

cruel alarm-clock, thick glasses of Maths -Madam,

Basket packed with bundle of "DOs and DON'Ts",

And all teaching and preaching, full of boredom.

Going high and high-but  what has happened?

The bell is ringing, sharp noise. hammering the ears,

No, no, not the lovely bike's bell, it is alarm-clock,

Get up Dolly. "Gondola" has fallen-three cheers.

Dolly is now dressed-up, ready to go to school,

She again and again pets her beloved bike,

Reaches the gate, turns back, waves the little hand-

"Will meet in the evening, with all love and like-

-Dear bike."

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