Blind Race

With supersonic speed,

The earth is moving,

Everything is instant,

Needs no proving.

Time is running fast,

Days are short,

Results are foreseen,

Before the start.

Nobody has time,

Quietly to inhale,

Blind race is going,

Who dares to fail?

Life is not to live,

It is for run,

Go ahead or collapse,

To exist,is a fun.

Happiness is acting,

In the crowd around,

Empty 'self' dips,

In the ocean of sound.

Do'nt look back,

Past is dead,

Run,run, for the luck,

Tail or head.

Elixir of space-age,

All are drinking,

Brains are booming,

Hearts are shrinking.

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                            The Wonderful BOMBAY

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Dreams of rising buds,

Youth, with vigor and gay,

Struggle for vent,despair and distress,

All melted together; coin Bombay.

A city crowded with men,

Of all color, creed ,and age,

Percieve,peak of liberal idols,

And crest of human bondage.

City rushes with jet speed,

Never sleeps in night,

People rise in blind-dark,

And fall in day-light.

No blast kills the spirit,

No terror stops Metro,

The giant roller crushes flat,

Any poision trying to grow.

People are unknown to each other,

Loneliness is in the crowded city,

Faces seem faceless here,

But Bombay has top identity.

It stretches arms to welcome all,

There is firm soil under the feet,

Open sky is above the head,

Rest; Bombay is ready to greet.

Any person who comes here,

To struggle for roof and shelter,

Gets matching color very soon,

To become branded-Mumbaikar.

No unique city is found,

From this land apart,

Certainly-the city dwellers,

Have imprint of Bombay in heart.

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We don't apply our reason,

Here logic is to err,

We close the eyes and mind,

And simply say -yes sir.

Known shortcut to success,

A square to lift the life,

Where four directions open,

This is number five.

We flow with the current,

In the river, full of fog,

And float on the wave,

Like an inert log.

Instant success is our aim,

We are afraid of fall,

Neglecting the will and logic,

We shake head-that's all.

Can we swim against the flow?

Can we dare to say 'NO'?

Can we stand against tide?

Or bow down, and let it go?

They stand with life, who say'NO'

For the cause of their mission,

All yes-men are living toys,

Dancing puppets in exhibition.

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One 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 lifelong pleasure,

The conflict of egos.

We play with animals,

With pets, to boast-

"Crossing animal kingdom,

And becoming supermost."

We play with a child,

To seek our past,

To probe the innocence,

We have lost.

We play with the Nature,

The whistle, we ignore,

Foul game is fatal,

Knocking at our door.

Luck gives us an Ace,

Which is very rare,

Remember, life is a game,

Play foul,or fair.

                                  The Border is intact

In this hilly village,

I lived as a child,

With the passage of time,

Village has become wild.

I visit here again,

After a long phase,

Upon the heap of years,

Is piled the bundle of age.

It is the same rock,

My place of fun and game,

On it, with childish urge,

I had engraved my name.

With passage of time,

Nature has faded my name,

The stone has tarnished,

And the words are lame.

On the inscribed script,

Many cracks are seen,

Rustic grass has grown,

Scattered in-between.

Time will erase my name,

Border remaining intact,

Next name will replace mine,

This is eternal fact.

Daddy I am supermost,

When I come first,

If someone is above me,

Your anger may burst.

I must be polite-

Should have good manners,

By seeing tte parents quarrel,

With their ego -banners,

You examine my progress-card,

With all possible discreet,

May I see only once,

Your old marks-sheet?

Life of great men,

I read what they said,

But YOU are my idol,

I am helpless Dad.

You enjoy as you like,

Your tricks are always new,

You ignore my presence,

But I always see you.

I must go to sleep,

Sharply at ten -forty,

I do'nt see you return,

From the cocktail party.

You preach me by saying,

Early to bed and early to rise-

What latest rule is, to be,

-'Healthy, wealthy, and wise?'

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Everyone has a child in himself, who sleeps in his heart,

Keeping that child in drowsy state, is the skillful human art.

Man poses himself to be mature,he is master of art and skill,

He climbs up stairs in life,the world moves on,  at his will.

Childish purity in heart is sheilded, smile of child slowly gets lost,

Man writes the future in space,by rubbing the script of past.

Dancing of birds,swinging of trees,flutter of butterfly, twinkle of stars,

Chastity of soul,andinnocent eyes, all turn in to hatrad,tears,and wars.

Voilence,lust,slynessand proud, man inherits along with the age,

When he reads the meaningn of life, child in him, laughs in the cage

You cannot reverse the TIME WHEEL,says inner child, bent on knee,

All the world is blessed to you, but you cannot get me.

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A rain drop rests on a leaf,dances on the tune of sun-ray,

And stains the beam kissing it,in dawn of a rainy day.

The night is slowly departing,rainbow gives it a farewell,

Sevn colours sheild the drop,not to touch it,not to tell.

Voilet gives it strength, indigo feeds the courage,

Blue creates the valour, and fills it with rage.

Green gives the notion of love, yellow pacifies 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 vigor,and becomes fully alive.

Then it rolls from the leaf,colour strings try to check and revive,

But colours are faded at once,it drops down with a dive.

Rainbow colours come in life,like a hide and seek game,

Wheel of time moves intact, eternal white beam fades the same.

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