Tuesday
WORD STREAM: Word Stream (41) The Frame
WORD STREAM: Word Stream (41) The Frame: The Frame ************ ? Once I got a magic empty frame, A message was inscribed on it, 'Fix the photo of best,beloved- ...
WORD STREAM: Word Stream (41) The Frame
WORD STREAM: Word Stream (41) The Frame: The Frame ************ ? Once I got a magic empty frame, A message was inscribed on it, 'Fix the photo of best,beloved- ...
Word Stream (41) The Frame
#The Frame
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A message was inscribed on it,
'Fix the photo of best,beloved-
You love, like,that person's wit.'
No face could fit in the frame,
Either that was too big, or small,
Either far fetched,or on the head-
Empty frame hanged on the wall.
I searched heap of history books,
Studied all time great stars, heroes,
Tried to locate all glittering faces,
With the hope of success-who knows?
Finally,one day,I came to know,
That I was committing an error,
Only one fix face was visible on it,
That,which fitted the frame, was a mirror.
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=keshav dubey=
2-2-2020
www.keshavdubey.com
# Happy new year
WORD STREAM (40) Happy new year: (1) Happy New Year The same occasion,same place, same time, Same shivering cold,the same mist cover, Ringing out bells, ...
# Happy new year
(1)
#Happy New Year
The same occasion,same place, same time,
#Happy New Year
The same occasion,same place, same time,
Same shivering cold,the same mist cover,
Ringing out bells, a farewell to the old year,
Who slowly fades away,at this zero-zero hour.
I spent my precious time with this old year,
A heap of days,hours,moments,memories,
All left behind,sweet and sour, turning points,
I try to wash away past,in the cold breeze.
The old year passed with firm constant speed,
Every fraction of second,in the uniform motion,
But I could not cope up with passage of Time,
I ignored it under influence of my own notion.
I was either lagging behind it-sinking in past,
Or was leading horizon,dreaming,ahead of Time.
I was in the Year,but always far away from it,
Like any puppet on the stage,expressing mime.
New year is opening the door,old is going,
In ocean of sound and flash,I submit myself,
I open old diary, tick the ever pending resolutions,
Change the YEAR, and wait for zero-zero hour.
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(2)
# Happy new year
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
31-12-2019
www.keshavdubey.com
I spent my precious time with this old year,
A heap of days,hours,moments,memories,
All left behind,sweet and sour, turning points,
I try to wash away past,in the cold breeze.
The old year passed with firm constant speed,
Every fraction of second,in the uniform motion,
But I could not cope up with passage of Time,
I ignored it under influence of my own notion.
I was either lagging behind it-sinking in past,
Or was leading horizon,dreaming,ahead of Time.
I was in the Year,but always far away from it,
Like any puppet on the stage,expressing mime.
New year is opening the door,old is going,
In ocean of sound and flash,I submit myself,
I open old diary, tick the ever pending resolutions,
Change the YEAR, and wait for zero-zero hour.
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(2)
# Happy new year
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
31-12-2019
www.keshavdubey.com
Monday
WORD STREAM: Word Stream(39) The Actor
WORD STREAM: Word Stream(39) The Actor: The Actor ********** On the stage,the show goes on, Audience minutely watches his role, He acts in many moods and poses, To hypnotis...
#Word Stream(39) The Actor
#The Actor
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On the stage,the show goes on,
Audience minutely watches his role,
He acts in many moods and poses,
To hypnotise the mass,is his goal.
He acts as the ultimate brave man,
Who fights for the human welfare,
Ready to devote his life for others,
-Character,found in books,and nowhere.
A solemn soul on the path of God,
Appears as great saint and preacher,
To enlighten the minds of innocents,
He poses as a self-made teacher.
A kind hearted soul is his next role,
Who weeps for miseries of mankind,
Tireless work for oppressed is his target,
He becomes the divine eye of blind.
After intermission,he acts as clever man,
Who enrolls his greatness on record-book,
Who measures his deeds with inch-tape,
Who poses as,a statue,with smiling look.
Then one fine moment comes-all faces vanish,
All stage,all acting, all poses,all disappear,
He shouts,"Eureka,Ereka--here-my own face,
All sinking in floodlight,my face, very clear.".
At this moment,curtain falls down.Drop scene,
Empty ground,before the stage,all are gone,
No clapping,no cheers,no public,no nothing,
But nothing stops- the next show must go on.
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(C) keshav dubey
2o-9-2019
www.keshavdubey.com
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On the stage,the show goes on,
Audience minutely watches his role,
He acts in many moods and poses,
To hypnotise the mass,is his goal.
He acts as the ultimate brave man,
Who fights for the human welfare,
Ready to devote his life for others,
-Character,found in books,and nowhere.
A solemn soul on the path of God,
Appears as great saint and preacher,
To enlighten the minds of innocents,
He poses as a self-made teacher.
A kind hearted soul is his next role,
Who weeps for miseries of mankind,
Tireless work for oppressed is his target,
He becomes the divine eye of blind.
After intermission,he acts as clever man,
Who enrolls his greatness on record-book,
Who measures his deeds with inch-tape,
Who poses as,a statue,with smiling look.
Then one fine moment comes-all faces vanish,
All stage,all acting, all poses,all disappear,
He shouts,"Eureka,Ereka--here-my own face,
All sinking in floodlight,my face, very clear.".
At this moment,curtain falls down.Drop scene,
Empty ground,before the stage,all are gone,
No clapping,no cheers,no public,no nothing,
But nothing stops- the next show must go on.
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(C) keshav dubey
2o-9-2019
www.keshavdubey.com
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