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Friday, June 6, 2014
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
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{]hÀ¯n¡pIbpw sNbvXp. Fsâ A[ym]Icmbn 1993--- 94
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Thursday, October 6, 2011
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Saturday, March 20, 2010
HEAD AND TAIL
Head without brain
Talk without thoughts
Walk without aims
Sleep without tension….
Picturise the good as bad
Demoralize the creative initiatives
Hide the inferior nature
And say foolish things in public…..
Common sense-what is it?
Academic vision-what is it?
Ability to administer-what is it?
Social support-what is it?
If you don’t bother all the above
And think that you are the supreme,
You deserve a high post and
That should be an educational head
Talk without thoughts
Walk without aims
Sleep without tension….
Picturise the good as bad
Demoralize the creative initiatives
Hide the inferior nature
And say foolish things in public…..
Common sense-what is it?
Academic vision-what is it?
Ability to administer-what is it?
Social support-what is it?
If you don’t bother all the above
And think that you are the supreme,
You deserve a high post and
That should be an educational head
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
MIND AND MIRROR
Someone said somewhere:
Face is the mirror of the mind!
Mind smiled and told to himself:
What a fool in this world!?
Mind has become a storage house of masks-
Different variety, varied quality
Suitable to the cunning nature,
For any situation to act
Can anyone to decipher the script of masks?
Can anyone interpret its words?
Be true, be alien to others,
Show integrity; receive the title “fool”
Don’t humiliate me, told the mirror
Don’t compare me with the mind,
I am destroyed in to pieces-
Due to its cunning nature!
Face is the mirror of the mind!
Mind smiled and told to himself:
What a fool in this world!?
Mind has become a storage house of masks-
Different variety, varied quality
Suitable to the cunning nature,
For any situation to act
Can anyone to decipher the script of masks?
Can anyone interpret its words?
Be true, be alien to others,
Show integrity; receive the title “fool”
Don’t humiliate me, told the mirror
Don’t compare me with the mind,
I am destroyed in to pieces-
Due to its cunning nature!
Saturday, September 5, 2009
THE TEMPEST
Who needs my flesh and blood?
Who needs my eyes and ears?
Who ever may be….don’t take risk
I am ready to give….
Mind is like a destroyed mirror-
That reflects different pieces of life..
Just like the meanings of modern art…
So I don’t need a perfect body.
But I need something else…
Let my dreams be dismayed in reality…
Let my mind wander to enjoy madness…
Let my thoughts to infer the meanings of heart beats
I don’t bother about my flesh and blood….
About my eyes and ears or any body parts
If any one demand the other things
I will become a tempest and
Put everything down to earth..!
Who needs my eyes and ears?
Who ever may be….don’t take risk
I am ready to give….
Mind is like a destroyed mirror-
That reflects different pieces of life..
Just like the meanings of modern art…
So I don’t need a perfect body.
But I need something else…
Let my dreams be dismayed in reality…
Let my mind wander to enjoy madness…
Let my thoughts to infer the meanings of heart beats
I don’t bother about my flesh and blood….
About my eyes and ears or any body parts
If any one demand the other things
I will become a tempest and
Put everything down to earth..!
Friday, August 14, 2009
SENSE AND SENSATIONS
Hear the scream from the depth of heart
When the self go for meditation…..
Know the scorching breath and tears
When the mind searching truth….
See the ruined pictures of inner world
When the eyes meet global progress…
Taste the sweetness of venomous drinks
When the tongue slaver juice or words…
Touch the destroyed pieces of mirror
When the face needs a neat reflection….
Take a deep breath…
The wheel is going ahead….
Wheel is the symbol of motion and progress….
Remain any meaningful definition?!
When the self go for meditation…..
Know the scorching breath and tears
When the mind searching truth….
See the ruined pictures of inner world
When the eyes meet global progress…
Taste the sweetness of venomous drinks
When the tongue slaver juice or words…
Touch the destroyed pieces of mirror
When the face needs a neat reflection….
Take a deep breath…
The wheel is going ahead….
Wheel is the symbol of motion and progress….
Remain any meaningful definition?!
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