WORD STREAM: Word Stream(33) In My Hell

WORD STREAM: Word Stream(33) In My Hell: In My Hell ************ I prayed to God,my solemn soul, called Him in darkness of night, Worship and devotion was my goal, Depth of m...

WORD STREAM: Word Stream(33) In My Hell

WORD STREAM: Word Stream(33) In My Hell: In My Hell ************ I prayed to God,my solemn soul, called Him in darkness of night, Worship and devotion was my goal, Depth of m...

Word Stream(33) In My Hell

In My Hell
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I prayed to God,my solemn soul,
called Him in darkness of night,
Worship and devotion was my goal,
Depth of meditation,in spirit of flight.

All my prayer was to submit -
One ray of Light is much more-
Kindly come to my heart-
Come--come,do not ignore.

I called Him-all sacred places,
Whenever,wherever I went,
All paths that lead to Him-
My prayer was ardently sent.

Then one day He called me,
My son-I remember you,
Your cry, love ,  devotion,
Can parallel, only a few.

How can I forget my Creation,
How can I forget thee?
Come,welcome you in Heaven.
Come here,you can see.

I screamed-O God, I call,
But no call-back please,
On this earth-I am quite well,
No call-I am here at full ease.

Kindly be in your Heaven,
With all Your Might-I tell,
And let me live long--long,
 Long life in my earthly hell.
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                                           (C) keshavdubey
                                                  29-7-2018


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WORD STREAM: (22) The Great Modern Circus

WORD STREAM: (22) The Great Modern Circus: (22)The Great Modern Circus *************************** Welcome to this circus, It is free of cost, All are guests here, Very f...

(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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