Don’t just wait for things to change
Not one but six newspapers I get To look for news to uplift my mood Each headline scanned moves to firmly set My jovial mood in a sombre brood. Life is shaken and unrest gets stirred Unease, like fire, spreads through my being Good things are scattered but end-up blurred As swells of conflict is...
Who holds the razor?
Sharp, incisive, sure Not knowing who or what picks it To get a job done Follows orders well Can clean up mess or make one Thinks that it can think Plods through foamy thoughts Prepares the field every day Makes it smooth and fine
To see is more than you thought you could see
What I see is not what you see What you don’t see is what I see What I don’t see you may not see And in this sea of seeing we see All that we ever want to see Never seeing what we’d never see! To see or not to see, you see Has the...
Beneath a myth
The broken fence did not say a word But in my mind a story began Some falls, some deaths queued up like a herd Then gory stories woke up and ran Thus the myth of hilly risks began! The book had all things fantastical Then words began to spread their charm What should have been...
Holding life in your hands is not intimidating at all
A touch that says what it wants to say Must be just that, no more Why must a glance be more Than a glance that’s met love on its way? The song of a bird perched on a tree Is not about philosophy Not about a higher me It’s not a path, nor clue, nor...
The poet inside the farmer who might commit suicide
Words won’t roll into metaphors As they are busy staring at dried taps Words no longer bother to rhyme Because droughts appear without gaps Words struggle to walk straight but tumble It is the heat that makes them stumble Coherence has given way to a mumble Even anger is an inaudible rumble! And yet words...
I must grow my own wings
From within an airplane I look out Look about As we soar high above circling vultures Regions and cultures Down below must also be butterflies And conflicts and a handful of lies My mind soars With thoughts tied in mundane lures
The writer and an idea
Sunset melts into moments dark and delicious Surrounded by utterly sinful gonadal giggles It is like a walk on the periphery of temples With all the Gods locked inside their cages The wind loves to softly caress, and the darkness Envelops forming an impenetrable cordon Happy pauses and joyous exclamations are the only grammar In...
The Game
Much before knowing the rules, comes watching, Observing how others play their game They did not have to be masters every time That’s why watching and learning was never a shame To his watching he wanted to give a name And he decided to call it ‘the game’ So from one year to another, one...
The India vs WI match in tweeted rhymes
A blazing start to the IndvsWI match Rohit Sharma has got over his bad patch! Two run-out moments in a single ball But hey, Virat isn’t destined to yet fall! Looking back he stares at the fallen bails Gayle knows this match isn’t for his gales! Gayle fails, the bails wail The crowd hails, hopes...
The Poem
She looks At me And leaves Me free To think And do To both Be true Who can She be But poetry . . . . . . Arvind Passey 02 April 2016
News in rhyming tweets – 08 March 2016
* “A new way to lower heart disease, diabetes risk” The Hindu Oils in the health race have grapeseed ahead Even the hoity-toity olive oil must now go to bed! * “Delhi govt plans legal action against channels” The Hindu Doctored videos on news channels is a sin Put such journalism in the recycle bin!...
