profvarmapoetry: A JUXTAPOSITION

profvarmapoetry: A JUXTAPOSITION: A JUXTAPOSITION A Lark in the dark in the Park  A Candle in the church in the dark                        The song...

A JUXTAPOSITION

A JUXTAPOSITION

A Lark in the dark in the Park 

A Candle in the church in the dark

          

            The song of silence

           A spark in the Arc

The candle and the lark in the dark

Pray with light and sweet voice

The HERMIT and the TERMITE

The HERMIT and the  TERMITE

The HERMIT in the pit was afraid
of the termite living in the Earth
the termite was afraid of the Hermit

They were up in arms 
and they met on the field

"I would eat into you "the termite said
I would beat you into a pulp" the hermit replied

"If I were you and you were I "

Still 

We would have met on the same field "

Destruction needs no design ,
Construction needs design 

Having known each other ,they left in peace

profvarmapoetry: RELATIONSHIPS

profvarmapoetry: RELATIONSHIPS: ProfvarmaPhotos RELATIONSHIPS I thought of all yesterdays When we were all together Where no logic worked for long ...

RELATIONSHIPS

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I thought of all yesterdays
When we were all together
Where no logic worked for long

The patriarch passed into the past
Relationships changed in a trice
Opening the slippery path of anarchy

Loud thinking rent the air 
Making the dead man a cause 
For the fuzzy logic that wriggled
Triggering a war of words 

Passion whipped up jealousy and hatred
Playing children played anymore
Clouds of suspicion fogged the senses

Eyes saw what they had not seen 
Ears heard what they had not herd
Everything was cold all around 
The beginning of a cold war ,never to end

MAY BE I AM TOO LATE

MAY BE I AM TOO LATE


May be I am too late 
But the Sun is yet to rise
The curving blades of grass
Bear the burden of the dew

dark curtains not yet up 
I am still in the green room
Painting and panting for the  pantomime

My heart seems asleep without art
If I remember right 
I was shot last night 

And perhaps I forgot to die
An innocent faceless death

Life is an uncertain comedy
Death is still more comical
Trying to cover up the tragedy

profvarmapoetry: Life asked death...

profvarmapoetry: Life asked death...: Life asked death... "Why do people love me but hate you?"   death responded , "Because you are a beautifu...

profvarmapoetry: Life asked death...

profvarmapoetry: Life asked death...: Life asked death... "Why do people love me but hate you?"   death responded , "Because you are a beautifu...

Life asked death...

Life asked death...

"Why do people love me but hate you?"

 death responded,

"Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth."

                                

DEATH OF AN ACTRESS

The powdered FACE

Lost its glitter after years

The fake layers fell

Fell down like autumn leaves

Revealing a face

Full of wrinkles of experience

The half covered body

Showed her bruised thighs

Her parched lips had no smile

To enthrall the crowd

Which she could do earlier

With a corner of her lips

She was mobbed wherever she went

She signed thousands of autographs

She never wrote her autobiography

She was a mystery and she liked it

Death cat walked towards her

As she had done on many ramps

And her breath away ,in sleep

Leaving no trace of the real SHE

She lay like a piece of wood

With half closed eyes and plugged nose

That once gazed ,sighed and breathed warmth

She never complained in public

The public never knew , if she had one

A role model for all but she had none

She acted out reams of roles

To please the public at large

The crowd she never knew

But ,was there not a deep grief ?

Written large over her wrinkled face

She seemed to CRY in agony at last 

“I COULD NEVER BY MYSELF IN LIFE”

profvarmapoetry: TRAGEDY in the SEA

profvarmapoetry: TRAGEDY in the SEA: TRAGEDY in the SEA Uncertainty is the rule And the Universe runs On the wheels of that We are losing soldiers On the...

TRAGEDY in the SEA

TRAGEDY in the SEA

Uncertainty is the rule

And the Universe runs

On the wheels of that

We are losing soldiers

On the high mountains

And now we have lost

Many on the high seas  

Young men , our brothers

Just went up in flames

In the midst of water

Khukri made news in the war

Pak. torpedoed it in the war

Now the torpedoes in the ship

Burst and the sailors were killed

Let us pray GOD to bless their souls

What else can we do but weep and pray?

It is a watery grave for our brothers

They lived in water to save all of us

And died I water while on duty.

Death comes just like that

 It lurks always round the corner

It ambushes you JUST LIKE THAT

You may never know when it strikes

It will come in any form anytime anywhere

Let us face it You and I with grit

And do our duty day in and day out

As our soldiers did till their death

Let us Pray for them and Remember them

We sleep because they don’t sleep

We salute you brothers ,salute  you.

India will always keep you in her HEART

profvarmapoetry: “POLITICAL” TONGUE

profvarmapoetry: “POLITICAL” TONGUE: “ POLITICAL” TONGUE Politicians twist their tongues To talk, to lie, to lick And sometimes they really click A...

profvarmapoetry: “POLITICAL” TONGUE

profvarmapoetry: “POLITICAL” TONGUE: “ POLITICAL” TONGUE Politicians twist their tongues To talk, to lie, to lick And sometimes they really click A...

“POLITICAL” TONGUE

“POLITICAL” TONGUE

Politicians twist their tongues

To talk, to lie, to lick

And sometimes they really click

A Universal truth never belied

For centuries since governance began

Sometimes they only lick and kick

And live longer than ordinary mortals

For most of them are rhinos

Living in concrete jungles

Every five years they arrive

With folded hands and trained smile

They come walking, sometimes barefoot

And later ride in cars with light and sound

Flying past us who gave them the convoy

Splashing mud on us , at times, on the road

Or knocking us down unawares on the road

Aware fully are they ,we are powerless

At least for the next five years till the next.

We forgive and forget ,and the story repeats

We learn the philosophy of politics

And also ,sometimes, the betrayal of politics

All at what cost , the cost of a vote ?

We never know its cost when we cast it !!

profvarmapoetry: Small is Beautiful

profvarmapoetry: Small is Beautiful: Small is Beautiful 1 I fight my shadow From down to dusk Long and short A Quixotic fight ...

Small is Beautiful

Small is Beautiful

1

I fight my shadow

From down to dusk

Long and short

A Quixotic fight

2

Goodness man

Lies layers deep

Waiting

For the sword of silence

To cut through

The layers  deep down

3

For years

I gathered

A massive cloud of knowledge

And

I wait for the brilliant flash

With the burst of the clouds

4

The crystal of my faith

Lies buried under the rubble

Of

My fractured experiences

I wish I were a serpent

To retrieve it intact 

profvarmapoetry: SMALL IS BEAUTIFUL

profvarmapoetry: SMALL IS BEAUTIFUL: SMALL IS BEAUTIFUL 1 Lamp in the East Shows The Fire in the West 2 Trees pray For The Sun ...

SMALL IS BEAUTIFUL

SMALL IS BEAUTIFUL

1

Lamp in the East

Shows

The Fire in the West

2

Trees pray

For

The Sun

Mothers pray

For

The son

The animals pray

For

It’s prey,

3

My desires swing

Sometimes Float lightly

Or sometimes fly

On colouful wings

Sometimes it lurks

Like a cat within me

Always ready to pounce

But it moves always

In rapt silence in my mind

Which is in turmoil all the time

profvarmapoetry: KILLING OF INDIAN SOLDIERS

profvarmapoetry: KILLING OF INDIAN SOLDIERS: KILLING  OF INDIAN SOLDIERS Salute to you, our  Soldiers Who served us and saved us From our neighbors’ wrath ...

KILLING OF INDIAN SOLDIERS

KILLING  OF INDIAN SOLDIERS

Salute to you, our  Soldiers

Who served us and saved us

From our neighbors’ wrath

Till their death , a tragic death

Death by bullets from across the border

For no reason but sheer madness

And arrogance of the first order

Attacking a peace-loving nation

We are angry and  feel the agony you had

You are martyrs and we can only pray

For your souls and to God to bless your SOULS

the whole nation will remember you always

No words can console your near and dear

For they have lost their dear sons

Husbands ,brothers ,cousins and friends

And the nation lost her dear sons

Who died for her while trying to save us

Let our neighbors’ learn to behave well

And respect our great culture and patience

But always there is a limit for everything

Let peace descend on the borderline

We are a great nation ,of great strength

And our strength is our soldiers’ strength

We sleep peacefully ,since they are awake

Both in the deserts and on the snowy mountains

The whole nation salutes you , our dear brothers 

profvarmapoetry: NIGHTS

profvarmapoetry: NIGHTS: NIGHTS 1 Never are nights uneventful The enclosed sculptured shadows being the owners They hold the reins of our d...

NIGHTS

NIGHTS

1

Never are nights uneventful

The enclosed sculptured shadows being the owners

They hold the reins of our dormant thoughts

Which shake me every night with tier icy hands

I see my milk teeth rising up from their grave

Under the watchful eyes of my father with a cane

2

Sleep never returns to me

The cane fall on me making me a scapegoat

An invisible presence effecting a catharsis

I look around and see nothing but the blocks of darkness

I look through the window and see people rushing out

The earth seems shaking under their feet but not under me

profvarmapoetry: THOUGHTS

profvarmapoetry: THOUGHTS: THOUGHTS Thoughts flock in As swarms of locusts from nowhere My defense sheds its spikes And I pay no heed ...

THOUGHTS

THOUGHTS

Thoughts flock in

As swarms of locusts from nowhere

My defense sheds its spikes

And

I pay no heed to the dictates of my heart

profvarmapoetry: A PREDICAMENT

profvarmapoetry: A PREDICAMENT: A  PREDICAMENT I am conscious of the privileges The privileges of independence I am conscious of the gra...

A PREDICAMENT

A  PREDICAMENT

I am conscious of the privileges

The privileges of independence

I am conscious of the grand design,

The grand form and chaos of Life

But the basic questions

In the living languages

Remain the same everywhere

When or If  technology fails

And

The world comes to a grinding halt

Who owns information?

What we lived for?

Where does the soul live ?

I s it the world fit for people?

Where they live and die?

For

POWER ,TRADE AND WAR