word stream
Friday
WORD STREAM: #Happy New Year
Thursday
#Happy New Year
# Happy New Year
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Next page of chronicle-book opened,
Golden letters flashed ,sharp and clear,
It was written in bold, shining letters,
-Heartily welcome, Happy New Year."
"How can I be happy ?"the new page told,
"Writing on me is same, script is the same,
Ink is the same, old, rustic pen is the same,
The carving hand is same, Whom to blame?"
Time-wheel whispered in a very low tone-
"Hope and ambition is also same, my dear,
Man is always stretching arms for rising sun,
Emerge from darkness, despair- happy new year."
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=keshav dubey=
1-1-2021
www.keshavdubey.com
Tuesday
#LOVE
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The first sun- ray,
Peeps out from sky,
Kisses the sea-wave,
Hesitant and shy.
Short script it writes-
LOVE-is the only word,
Millions time told,
Always heard.
Passage of dusk,
Fades it away,
Is it futile repeat-
-since infinite days?
Meaning of love,
Message of sun rays,
Is the eternal journey,
'WRITING' on water, says.
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=keshav dubey=
13-10-2020
Saturday
WORD STREAM: #LIFE
#LIFE
#LIFE
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Life, like a little snowball,
Rolls down from mountain peak,
Gathers huge mass,
Pretends to be might-
-to be hero.
In bottom dark valley,
It melts,
turns into absolute zero.
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Infinite mass of moments,
Suspend from pendulum,
I try to capture them,
In vain.
Like a clown-
They dance, deceive,escape,
And fall down.
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=keshav dubey=
17-8-2020
www.keshavdubey.com
Sunday
#THE STAR
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I saw that distant star,
Shining in the dark sky,
My ambition,on wings of imagination,
Started to fly.
The star was my target,
My distant goal in sight,
But the,dreary,deserted,path,
Blocked me in dark night.
I shivered in damp cold,
Heap of firefly was around me,
Light flashed for moments,
Thorny bushes,hardly, could I see.
I fell in a pit,no help, no lift,
I Came out,crawled,laid dull,
Shining star was inviting me-
My strength,desire was null.
Time paused;time passed on,
I rested in dark,unable to see,
Hell was this difficult passage-
Till first ray of light kissed me.
Surroundings flooded with glow,
Nature smiled with feather touch,
Golden path was ahead of me,
Panic vanished,pleasure so much.
Why did I opt, dark night travel ?
That difficult, horrible, risky walk-
When all comfort, luxury was there,
One option was ease,another, shock ?
Under damp sky,rainbow had frozen,
I walked,inhaling fragrance of air,
The broad day-light was guiding me,
But O! my target star was nowhere.
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=keshav dubey=
6-6-2020
www.keshavdubey.com
WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (42) Star
WORD STREAM (42) Star
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I saw that distant star,
Shining in the dark sky,
My ambition,on wings of imagination,
Started to fly.
The star was my target,
My distant goal in sight,
But the,dreary,deserted,path,
Blocked me in dark night.
I shivered in damp cold,
Heap of firefly was around me,
Light flashed for moments,
Thorny bushes,hardly, could I see.
I fell in a pit,no help, no lift,
I Came out,crawled,laid dull,
Shining star was inviting me-
My strength,desire was null.
Time paused;time passed on,
I rested in dark,unable to see,
Hell was this difficult passage-
Till first ray of light kissed me.
Surroundings flooded with glow,
Nature smiled with feather touch,
Golden path was ahead of me,
Panic vanished,pleasure so much.
Why did I opt, dark night travel ?
That difficult, horrible, risky walk-
When all comfort, luxury was there,
One option was ease,another, shock ?
Under damp sky,rainbow had frozen,
I walked,inhaling fragrance of air,
The broad day-light was guiding me,
But O! my target star was nowhere.
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=keshav dubey=
6-6-2020
www.keshavdubey.com
Tuesday
#The Frame
#The Frame
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Once I got a magic empty frame,
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
WORD STREAM: Word Stream (41) The Frame
WORD STREAM: Word Stream (41) The Frame
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
# Happy new year
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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# 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(39) 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
Friday
WORD STREAM (38) 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
Tuesday
WORD STREAM: # WORD STREAM (38) SKY
# WORD STREAM (38) 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
Sunday
WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (37) Life
WORD STREAM: 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
www.keshavdbey.com
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WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (36) The New Year
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
www.keshavdubey.com
Thursday
WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (35) The Joker
Saturday
WORD STREAM (35) The Joker
WORD STREAM (35)The Joker
The traffic signal is red,
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
SITE- keshavdubey.com
Tuesday
WORD STREAM: WORD STREAM (34) Super Hero
WORD STREAM (34) Super Hero
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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
SITE-www.keshavdubey.com