(22) The Great Modern Circus

(32)The Great Modern Circus
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Welcome to this circus,

It is free of cost,

All are guests here,

Very few are host.

See these poor creatures,

Playing the lion’s role,

Obeying the master’s voice,

Tamed, from head to sole.

                                                            Ringmasters lash the mob,

Mob merrily play the tricks,

People surrender, and learn,

That heaven is behind bricks.

See the colorful players,

Begging your faith and vote,

Swinging above, on the top,

Seek and hide, without a note.

This is the power-play trick,

Balancing oneself in air-

Any moment he seems to fall,

But for five years, glued there.

See, most magical game,

A dancing girl, so dirty,

Most notable,everlasting,

Her name is POVERTY.

Here banners are roof top,
Slogan is the circus-band,

Ringmasters are magicians,
Playing tricks,hand in hand.

Finally, enter the circus-jokers,

Who waive mirrors-high and low,

People see their 'self'-to laugh,

Before 'END'-starts, second show.

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(C) keshavdubey
9-7-2018
                           (keshavdubey8@gmail.com)

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (32) Ocean of sound

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (32) Ocean of sound:                                      OCEAN OF SOUND ************************  I am amid the ocean of sound,  sharp noises are echo...

WORD STREAM (32) Ocean of sound

                                   
 OCEAN OF SOUND
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 I am amid the ocean of sound,
 sharp noises are echoing,rebound,
mob,machines, pain, cry, and shrill,
  thunder comes, and comes around.

 Cry for God is everywhere,
- as if, He may be dumb and deaf,
 drums are beaten to call Him,
  if He listens, He has no relief.

 Warfare is silence-zone of day,
 bombs and bullets echo the sky,
 space is filled with piercing sound,
 and cry for peace is equally high.

 Joy, happiness has extreme pitch,
  life is fast and music too,
 sound frequency melts the ears,
  entertainment is universal zoo.

  In between, I get some silence-
  -in lonely dark corner of one street,
  mummer is coming from inside,
  O! this sound is my own heart-beat.

 No sound of the world is so sweet,
 if it is one's own sound-Heart-beat,
 But is there time to listen to oneself ?
  nobody is ready for the self-meet.

  I am terrified to peep inside myself,
 horror is, to listen to own heart-beat,
 facing my own self is a hard question,
Again, for ocean of sound; I run in street.

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                                               (C)keshavdubey
                                                                  28-4-2018
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WORD STREAM (31) The Fragrance

       The Fragrance
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   What gives most pleasuresome smell?
    Variety of the  flowers in the park?
    Precious scents, that dissolve in air?
    Or any  aroma, flashing like spark?


     First few rain-drops touch the earth,
     When summer sun is burning device,
      Comes pure sweet smell from the earth,
      Mother earth smiles,do we realise?


     Old books locked in the dark shelves-
     Do we take the pain to read, or just seeing,
     Dive into the ocean of deep knowledge,
     Feel a pleasant smell- history of our being ?


    What is the most innocent fragrance we feel?
   - From the body of an infant,sacred and pure,
     What happens to this sweet divine smell ?
    Where it goes-when infant becomes mature?

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                                                      (C) keshavdubey
                                                                 4-3-2018
   
   

 

WORD STREAM (30) Welcome,New Year

 WORD STREAM (30) Welcome, New Year
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          ?

I tried to see him in darkness,

 Shivering in cold breeze,

Opened the door at the knock-

And greeted him-'welcome please.'

He was bright new YEAR,

Who entered my dwelling- place,

The radiance of divine light,

Was shining on his face.

He promised me all heaven,

To follow him behind-

All happiness, pleasure and joy,

Golden moments, that we rewind.

Terror, hatred, grief,misery,and pain,

Calamities and sorrows of a wide range-

He assured to erase all; only one question-

“ Can yourself in YOU, will change?”

The guest had sorrowful smile on the face,
"You search me in party,balloon,drink,dance,
You pretend to enjoy,dip and merge the self,
Try to arrest moments,without any chance."


"More than twenty centuries have passed,
'HIS' divine message is  simple and clear,
Have you learned the message of humanity?
-Or you add one new number every year?"


 I ignored that difficult,unsolved question,

Changing oneself? too difficult- not a game.

"Then new year is just the change of digits-

Then old and new year is THE SAME?"

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                                            (C) keshavdubey

                                                  31-12-2016. (Repeated)      

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (18) GAMES,WE PLAY

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (18) GAMES,WE PLAY: GAMES,WE PLAY ******************  Primitive game-we play, Is the love- game, Where start is, devotion, And end is...

WORD STREAM (18) GAMES,WE PLAY

GAMES,WE PLAY

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 Primitive game-we play,

Is the love- game,

Where start is, devotion,

And end is the same.

We play amid mass,

To claim the top,

The show goes on,

And we never stop.

We play with friends,

And equally with foes,

A life-long game-

The conflict of egos.

We play with a child,

To seek our past,

To probe the innocence-

We have lost.

We play with animals,

With pets; to boast-

Next to animal kingdom-

We are super most.”

We play with Nature,

The whistle we ignore,

That,foul game is fatal-

Knocking at our door.

Luck gives us an Ace,

But option is there,

Life is a single game,

Play foul or fair.

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                     (C) keshavdubey

                              22-12-2017