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

            

WORD STREAM: DREAMS *************Life dwells between two extrem...

WORD STREAM: DREAMS
*************Life dwells between two extrem...: DREAMS ************* Life dwells between two extremes, Both hanging upon balanced beam, One is the reality of life,. The other is...

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

 

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (6) Valentine Day

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (6) Valentine Day: WORD STREAM (6)Valentine Day ****************************** Valentine Day is a day. Don't limit it in dimension, Love cannot be d...

WORD STREAM (6) Valentine Day

WORD STREAM (6)Valentine Day
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Valentine Day is a day.
Don't limit it in dimension,
Love cannot be defined,
Thing to feel, no mention.

Send gesture, no gift,
Send fragrance, no flower , 
Drop of dew, rises lily,
No rainfall, no shower.

 Be the solemn heart,
As pure as dew,
Then no need to tell lily-
"I love you".
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                               =keshavdubey=
                                   13-2-2017
                         (keshavdubey.blogspot.com)

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (12)Dolly's School-bus

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (12)Dolly's School-bus: WORD STREAM (12) Dolly's School-Bus ************************************* The school bus runs very fast, Little Dolly has a vision t...

WORD STREAM (12)Dolly's School-bus

WORD STREAM (12) Dolly's School-Bus
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The school bus runs very fast,
Little Dolly has a vision to read,
Thoughts in the mind have wings,
Which run the race, in speed..

Why trees are sliding back,
Why wind is slapping the cheek,
Why Mom had broken tea-set,
When Dad's anger was at peak?

Why glass-window is tight,
Which stops the rain to come in,
Why Madam Shouts in classroom,
Why children shake like the fin?

Why home-work is daily diet,
Why addition is so negative,
Two 'minus'-quarrel like Mom-Dad,
And result into the one- positive?

Why Sunday comes so late?
To lay fragrance on the floor,
Hardly does it enter the home,
Monday knocks at the door.

Why they say you will know-
When you cross the childhood,
Am I so innocent,little babe?
Why Driver Uncle is-is, no good?

Dolly presses her head in vain,
Questions fill her mind with fuss,
Can it be-can there be-may be,
Two equal,opposite engines in the bus.

Bus, stand-still:engines- in full speed,
Her thoughts may chase the run,
Going no school,no home, nowhere,
Thoughts-race may persist a fun.

Then she may become a bird with wings,
May go up and up in endless sky..
Mom,Dad, Madam,Driver,all--'why-why?',
Bye,bye- up and up-fly --fly--and fly.
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                                              (C) keshavdubey
                                                     5-12-2016
                                                (keshavdubey8@gmail.com)