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The old man and his old wife

At nineteen
She was a sweet scene
He adored her
She was far from mean

At twenty three
She was no longer free
He married her
Underneath the blubbery tree

At thirty four
Feet were sore
Running after Five kids
That She bore

At forty five
She was still working as his wife
He told her
That she was the very pain of his life

At fifty six
Age of balm and Vicks
He told her
She badly needs a fix

At sixty seven
Listening to Beethoven’s
He told her
She’ll never enter the heaven

At seventy eight
About her weight
He wanted to say
But got very late

As he opened the gate
Marrying you was a mistake
He wanted to say
But now she’ll never wake

The old wife finally passed away
Without letting the old man say
Are you really going to die?
This is not quite right way

Now he is married again, after awhile
The young wife, a beauty from Nile
“This is not quite like my old wife”
Hears that often, the old one smile!

Hotel de la life

I sat in a lonely corner
Like a detached foreigner

Observing…
Grim faces
Under tons of bases
Perfectly painted eyes
Permanently pasted smiles

Roaring laughter
On jokes kids won’t laugh at…
Revealing pearly teeth
Underneath the vogue hat…

I sat in a lonely corner
Like a detached foreigner

Observing…


He, equally furnished
Sits by her side…
Browses the menu card
Like a fashionable guide

Calls the waiter…
In a mellowed voice
Who hears them
Above all the noise...

I sat in a lonely corner
Like a detached foreigner

Observing…

Says she, some salad,
Fish and chips with a coke
Followed by
Pina colada less I choke

Also,
The soup of the day
Shrimps
Fresh from the bay,
And yes,
Sir would take.
Your best,
Royal mushroom stake
Bring us
Some very fine,
Tasteful
Vintage wine

I sat in a lonely corner
Like a detached foreigner

Observing…


As the food arrived
She already looked full
She in height of manners
Ate only a spoonful

He unlike her,
Ate his best
And then ordered,
“Pack the rest!”

I sat in a lonely corner
Like a detached foreigner

Observing…


An enormous bill
He happily paid
She by his side
Exited the gate

A crippled boy,
On the coldest night
In his tattered dress
Shoeless, came in sight

I sat in a lonely corner
Like a detached foreigner

Observing…


A withered soul,
At the age of nine
Matured by time
Begged for a dime

After having
A splendid feast
The boy to them
Was a horrible beast

I sat in a lonely corner
Like a detached foreigner

Observing…


A penny for the boy,
Cannot be wasted
He thought with
A smile still pasted

“This rascal, he told her
Is a hungry beast
Here every day he eats
A giant’s feast!”

I sat in a lonely corner
Like a detached foreigner

Observing…


This boy whose bones
Were visible
Thought begging business
Very Feasible!

He pushed aside the
Feasting beast
And drove away
in his Mercedes

I sat in a lonely corner
Like a detached foreigner

Observing…


















Nostalgia..

I am sick..
I am tired..
I had a fight..
I miss home..
As i lie on my uncomfortable dorm bed,i stiffle right and left,with my burning forehead and shivering body..i took three tablets of panadol actified on an empty stomach and then coughed madly for a period which seemed like eternity..i tried to sleep but tears stream down my eyes..i comforted myself:"its ok sweet heart pain is but temporary"but my heart wont listen,it generated its own counter logic "what if you dont get well till morning?how many lectures can you go on missing before they send a short attendance notice and withdraw your on going semester?"i want to go home..i began to sob.:frown:
Just then i remember what home was really like..mom was there to take care of me..
Oh no you cant take medicines on an empty stomach..here have something to eat..
No not that,thats equal to poison,go to your bed,i'll bring in some soup,bread and butter..here is your medicine..no you eat it here right now..she would make sure i dont go out to play though i would be given the tv remote..i would jump out of the bed when mom would give me a go card,like a monkey freed from his cage,she would always say..i would always tell her you really tried hard to make me feel sick but better luck next time..she would smile knowingly..now i lay in my dorm thinking why we dont appreciate everyday blessings until they are no more?

Treachery of today

Yesterday:
In her modest hut,grandma was lying on her wooden bed,surrounded by three generations of progeny,her partner for life and her seven children.she looked feeble and weak.her one daughter sat by her side took the hand which was no more than a stick in her hand and said:"dont worry mom,all would be fine"grandma smiled and said:"i know its about time.."her youngest daughter massaging her feet,at once said,with tears in her eyes:"oh mom please dont say that.."a feeble smile came across grand mas face as she took the warm soup from her daughter in laws hand,her son sitting by the bedside came forward and spoon fed his mother..after her meals grandma signalled everyone to go...though rather stubbornly grandpa kept on sitting by his wifes side,holding her hand as she eternally slept..grandma passed away..

Today:
Mom was sick..its been a week now but her headache never seen to heal,so today she decided she should after all take a leave from her office..she took her tea alone,pa worked in a different city and like ever he wasn't home.her daughter was happily married in norway to an engineer and her only son was acquiring his higher education at mc gill,canada.so she took some aspirin and lied down on her bed.she knew there was something terribly unusual,she tried to feel nostalgic,she tried to remember how her children grew up,how her husband loved her but she couldnt as they always had baby sitters,tutors and guardians for the kids and as for pa they thought after fulfilling plenty of their material dreams they'll have time for one another but their material craving never seem to end.
Pa cried a tear or two of same realization when he saw ma dead in her bed.both the kids were informed,but they had their reasons for not showing up for the funeral..life went on as it was!

Tomorrow:-
Tomorrow is in your hand! What do you want from this life? And remember this shall pass away soon.!!

Note:grandma and ma doesnt describe my grandmother and mother.both were great women of their time..who made our houses homely by putting in their love and devotion and went away..

A poem

Tears
Stream down my cheeks
They are ample,they are myraid..they make me feel feeble..make me weak..but soon they'll be dried..
Dreams:
Beautiful dreams
Painfully scream
As they break
Into emptiness
But then no more..
Moments..
Like piles of sand
gathers on the land
A whole desert
Shifted by winds
Like a tiny feather..
Life..
Shatters
Like string of pearls.
Breaking from the string to scatter..
And then every pearl
Has his own life..his own story..
So my love..
Do you think in the valley of my conscience..
Would your voice echoe forever..
And
Reverbrate every atom of my existence..
The luminous of your then realized love would stirr lost love in my soul and kindle the old love..would rejuvenate back to life the dead love..
O beloved,
You r wrong..!
Now is the time..
And
Like the life this too would pass into nothingness.!!

May 2008
MTWTFSS
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