Why do rivers run? — The poem
A story… mythology… in poetry… I know why the roots go down I know why the rivers run I know why even rocks frown I know what they search as one. They were once like you and me And even had a King Trees and plants walked free Even rocks stopped to sing! And this...
My darling Delhi
My darling Delhi A few rhyming lines on Delhi… #MyDarlingDelhi is smart-n-tech Even with a muffler around its neck! *** #MyDarlingDelhi with its pot-holes And mid-road shamiana poles Still will smile In style Despite its poor on doles! *** The city gives sleepless nights To the corrupt and the blights! *** #MyDarlingDelhi loves early morns...
Sounds of Freedom
Sounds of Freedom These are rhymes that I tweeted with this hashtag: #SoundsOfFreedom 140 character tweets in rhymes on our relationship with music… [1] The ears can see and also read The tree of truth in a musical seed! [2] Music takes you on a trip Full of a joyous drip! [3] Dec-i-bel dis-ci-pline is...
Expressions of love
Expressions of love A few more rhyming lines that I scribbled today… [1] Our togetherness keeps evil out And about this there is no doubt! [2] I am you and you are me And ‘us’ is what others see. [3] You are the idea and words I blog I, therefore, write sans mist or fog....
Knowledge Is Great
This set of couplets and stanzas is a part of my twitter poetry for #KnowledgeIsGreat Every couplet/stanza fits in a 140 character tweet. [1] Answers are everywhere here I see them when I’m ready, dear! [2] I know that I know is what I know But I know more if I don’t show! [3]...
The MORONiverse
The busy-morons and the idle-morons Have a mad wisdom to what they do At dusk and during morns And at other times too. The moroniverse is vast And expanding quite fast. The babus in the offices Place file over file And then say The work will take a little while! The moroniverse is vast And...
We never win if we win alone
Singing to a tune that everyone loves Or strumming out a musical score for words all know Is what mortals in this world do or show I do all this but I wish to be immortal. Mercenaries get paid for every drop of blood So does an assassin. So do doctors, lawyers, & leaders For...
I never talk to God
Why must I look up and talk to him Or just look down when talking to him? I like to look straight and into eyes Differentiate between truth and lies And so I never talk to God Why must I imagine someone there When it is my friends who give me care And those around...
