#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
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WORD STREAM (38) SKY

  SKY
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Dear pigeon,
Who teaches you to fly?,
Above, in the limitless sky,
Your image,resting on wings-so high.

You are ahead of land,water, and forest,
Free from will and desire,you divine angel,
In the lap of spread-sheet of limitless space,
Shaking wings,above depth of sea,top of hill.

Down, you see your siblings- their wide open beaks,
You come to them, feed them, leave your paradise,
Embrace, shelter them,your little wings shed them,
Beneath your wings,they feel dark night ,and sunrise.

You now look at the sky,but love the soil.the land,
Feed the  seeds in the open beak of your infants,
You see the vast sky, in their blinking, little eyes,
See script on horizon,listen to mother nature's chant.

One day,these  little children will grow up,will stand,
They will spread their wings, will depart,to fly high,
They will call you,to come along,will invite you,
Your old wings will flutter in vain,and they will deny.

You will be helpless,will sit alone on the branch of tree,
Seeing past dreams of all the reality,and all the lies,
Yes,sky is yours, and it will always be.Vast unlimited.
One day, be ready, to fly,above,above,and above all skies.
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                                                             (C) keshav dubey
                                                                 12-8-2019
                                                             

WORD STREAM: # WORD STREAM (38) SKY

WORD STREAM: # WORD STREAM (38) SKY:   # SKY *********** Dear pigeon, Who teaches you to fly?, Above, in the limitless sky, Your image,resting on wings-so high...

# WORD STREAM (38) SKY

 # SKY
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Dear pigeon,
Who teaches you to fly?,
Above, in the limitless sky,
Your image,resting on wings-so high.

You are ahead of land,water, and forest,
Free from will and desire,you divine angel,
In the lap of spread-sheet of limitless space,
Shaking wings,above depth of sea,top of hill.

Down, you see your siblings- their wide open beaks,
You come to them, feed them, leave your paradise,
Embrace, shelter them,your little wings shed them,
Beneath your wings,they feel dark night ,and sunrise.

You now look at the sky,but love the soil.the land,
Feed the  seeds in the open beak of your infants,
You see the vast sky, in their blinking, little eyes,
See script on horizon,listen to mother nature's chant.

One day,these  little children will grow up,will stand,
They will spread their wings, will depart,to fly high,
They will call you,to come along,will invite you,
Your old wings will flutter in vain,and they will deny.

You will be helpless,will sit alone on the branch of tree,
Seeing past dreams of all the reality,and all the lies,
Yes,sky is yours, and it will always be.Vast unlimited.
One day, be ready, to fly,above,above,and above all skies.
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                                                             (C) keshav dubey
                                                                 12-8-2019
                                                             

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (37) Life

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (37) Life: WORD STREAM (37) Life ************************* The old pipal-tree was cut into pieces, Wastage loaded in trucks,thrown away- -excep...

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (37) Life

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (37) Life: WORD STREAM (37) Life ************************* The old pipal-tree was cut into pieces, Wastage loaded in trucks,thrown away- -excep...

# WORD STREAM (37) Life

WORD STREAM (37) Life
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The old pipal-tree was cut into pieces,
Wastage loaded in trucks,thrown away-
-except the stem and a nacked branch left,
Stood ,like dead statue,symbol of the day.

Work was in progress,for a decent forelane,
Which connected  two neighbouring cities,
Innovative beauty concept,gave it new look,
Dead pipal-tree was made modern artistic piece.

Firm concrete terrace was made around it-
All covered by shining, pointed iron bars,
Stem and the single branch grinded, painted,
Presenting abstract art,awarding it  five stars.

Old,primitive,wild,one time pipal,was dead,
Still it's skelton stood between the cross-road,
Shower of water was sprayed on, in the evening,
And flashing neon-light glittering, with full load.

Lot of birds flew over the pipal,all around,
Which was one time their home-sweet home,
Their nests,their unborn, existed in memories,
Beneath was the graveyard,stood like dome.

A miracle was seen there since  last few days,
One small hole was visible in the concrete layer,
A  tendril,a tiny leaf,was peeing out,breathing,
Wonder! life still existed, like a form of prayer.

The tendril  grew up,leaves were multiplied,
Then one fine day, care-takers came to take care,
Growing leaves were crushed,hole blocked,
Again,death penalty was pasted on cement layer.

With rise of dawn,comes a pigeon-pair to sit,
On that dead tree;they calmly look, without strife,
 See with blank eyes , that a tiny leaf will emerge,
At last,death will not be able to overcome life.
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                                                                (C) keshav dubey
                                                                       18 - 4 -2019
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WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (36) The New Year

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (36) The New Year: WORD STREAM (36) The New Year ************************************* Zero-zero hours-the fixed time, His visit- expected, certain,...

WORD STREAM (36) The New Year

WORD STREAM (36) The New Year
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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
                                                          31-12-2018
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WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (35) The Joker

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (35) The Joker: WORD STREAM (35)The Joker ********************************************** The traffic signal is red, He stands in corner of street, ...

WORD STREAM (35) The Joker

WORD STREAM (35)The Joker

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The traffic signal is red,

He stands in corner of street,

Looks at long,long distance-

Endless road is laid to greet.

He is shunted out from play-house-

"-Children in 'Humpy-Dumpy' like logics,

You are useless for modern children,

They don't attract towards your tricks".

" B'Day parties have dance,music,movies,

Dishes,dinner,chats,games for the child,

Who looks at painted, drum-like joker?

Children self- pose as ghost, or animal wild".

Painted face, Mister Joker is now on the road.
Sweating,kicked out from his sixteenth job,
Losing his eighty rupees per day salary,
Honorary, senior P.G. member, of jobless mob.

A car stops near him,before the red signal,
One child waives hand, peeps out of window,
Child shouts,"See Papa, our joker uncle here"
He tries to escape,hide,run,but no way to go.

His painted face,his whole being is shocked,
Desperate,helpless,full of pity for himself-
He tries to control his emotions and tear,
Whispers,"No- joker"-meaningless in itself.

Traffic moves ahead ,the green signal glows,
Ninety second episode ends,full of hoke,
Nobody pays attention, metro life is robotic,
He tries to laugh,"No joker-I am a JOKE".
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                                                       (C) keshavdubey
                                                               2/11/2018
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WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (34) Super Hero

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (34) Super Hero:      SUPER HERO ********************   Two types of super-heroes are found, The first one, blocked in history -books, Others...

WORD STREAM (34) Super Hero

     SUPER HERO
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Two types of super-heroes are found,

The first one, blocked in history -books,

Others, who shine in instant flashlight,

To give sharp sparkle, flicker,glitter looks.

Aladin's magic heroes come out of 'lamp',

And collect hysterical mob all around,

Time-wheel grinds and crushes them,

In street dust-bin,they are mostly found.

Screen heroes climb the golden stairs,
They act everywhere-except the screen,
And weep, cry,sob,blame,when they slip,
In ruins of memory,they are often seen.

New  heroes are in this net-generation-
Running the blind race of 'likes'-bike,
Love-only love, to see their own viral,
A dream of 'clicks'-the dream of hike.

Modern leaders are readymade heroes,
There was a story,that tells this hoax-
Once,life of a jinnie lived in a parrot,
Life of the leader,lives in ballot-box.

 Little child has only one super-hero,
His father's image runs in his veins,
As he matures- grows-up,step-by step,
Hero-hero rubs-off,super-super remains.

A brave soldier guards his own nation,
Nobody knows him,no attention to pay,
A terror-bullet comes- and he is killed,
He becomes super-hero only for one day.

One day, a man sees himself in  mirror,
His image reflects him as a super-hero,
But he loses his faith in his own arms ,
Mirror slips,breaks,and hero becomes zero.
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                                                (C) keshavdubey
                                                          24-9-2018
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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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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

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (14) Cost of happiness

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (14) Cost of happiness:           COST OF HAPPINESS *****************************      I am glad to attend this party,  It is in full swing, ...

WORD STREAM (14) Cost of happiness

          COST OF HAPPINESS

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 I am glad to attend this party,

 It is in full swing, with merriment, 
  All are dancing and shouting,
Climax of hilarity is present.

People pretend to be happy,

The whole circle, as they seek,

They are happier in advance,

And become happiest, at the peak.

I feel all this is a magic,

Which is live- show, to perform,

All are acting till drop-scene,

To exhibit, the maximum charm.

My' happiness' be the top most,

If it lags; it is a curse,

This happiness is meaningless,

Unless, I compare it with others.

I pay for happiness, to buy the same,

Spending the money is no trouble,

If this happiness is a thousand deal,

The two thousands, may earn the double.

With the bundle of happiness, I come out,

It is raining, in the darkness of night,

A poor boy is dancing on the road,

Mud-clad, bare naked, shining bright,

His dance? no rhythm, no steps no sense,

He is playing with an old rustic flute,

 My happiness is with respect to others,

But his innocent happiness is absolute.

I spread my arms to acquire happiness,

As if-it is any technique,any magic,any art,

I wander here and there to find the same,

I forget- happiness lives in the core of heart. 

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                                               (C) keshavdubey 

                                                            4-11-2017

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (20) YES SIR

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (20) YES SIR: YES SIR ************** ( ---Once, once only, Give me courage to say -NO SIR--) *********************************** I do no...

WORD STREAM (20) YES SIR

YES SIR
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(---Once, once only,
Give me courage to say -NO SIR.)
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I do not apply my reason,

Here logic is to err,

Simply close the eyes and mind,

And always say –yes sir.

Known as short cut to success,

A square to lift the life,

Where four directions open,

This is number five.

I flow with the current,

In the river full of fog,

And float on the wave,

Like an inert log.

Instant success is my aim,

I am afraid to fall,

Neglecting the will and logic,

I shake head- that’s all.

Can I swim against the flow?

Can I dare to say “NO”?

Can I stand across tide?

Or, bow down and - let it go?

Worshiped are those, who say-no,

For the cause of their mission,

All yes-men are living toys,

Dancing puppets; of exhibition.


Am I always, gone with the wind?
Am I weather-cock,floating fur?
Once-once only -O,SELF- in me-
Give me courage to say- NO SIR.
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               (C) keshavdubey*
4-10-2-17

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existance

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existance: WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existence : WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existence   *********************************   ...

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existance

WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existance: WORD STREAM (23) Beyond Existence   *********************************     I was filled with excitement My heart w...