An angle shot to a venture, As a teacher do I feature, Teaching left my senses blurred, Knowledge in a pool slurred, Students here go cool, Esteem in me in spool, Litters around I see, A dragging dross in me, A snickering sarcastic laughter, Sets out my teaching chapter. A demeaning teacher, Nods to a peevish class, Knowledge at its trembling foot, Soars not higher than my boot, Language amidst...
A punch on the face of music, By a mind which is a cynic, Broken tunes with a rhythm, Despair drains to a bottom, Money and music saunter, Henchmen and touts wander, Cacophony enters the den of din, Distorted tunes are poured in, The mind is in a foul smell, Violence, rape and death knell.
But music is a fantasy, When tunes are an ecstasy.
A poem from ‘Serenading Poems Part One’
Scores in life run to a shore, But in cricket runs are a score, An umpire is a seer, Commentator is a cheer, Mind dances high in air, Sneers at people low, Acrobatic soars spin the ball, Down it comes over the wall, It’s cricket, an entertainer, Alert and brisk are the fielders, Hitting the ball for runs, Is the mind’s calculative fun. Balancing bat, ball, runs and wickets, A balanced...
The death of awareness Is worming around, The cinders will last, A few moments still, The sloppy behavior, The abusive words, The interfering talk, The violent look, The speech fired, Moments tired, Selfishness reigns, Foolishness gains, A tumultuous class, Education in haze Is a futile maze, Fumbling into heads, Confined to feuds, Arrogant and sadistic. Shall I abandon the class? A poem from...
Hello! Let happiness spread everywhere. This is a video of a poem which looks at everything from the point of view of math. Into an avenue of the millennium, I wander to ponder about The logic of existence, It rests in math, Plus and minus rules, Birth and death pools The mind into an equation, Dwelling in each gradation. In a yogic combine, Is life, soul, mind and body, Forming a mathematical...
It’s a moving crowd, With a wavy motion.
Screeching’s boot, Discords uncouth.
A hooligan’s game, Turning humans insane.
Boisterous laughter, shriek, Is every human’s reach.
The earth is unearthed, In me full of mirth.
A noisy wavy motion, A wild hooting mob.
( A poem from ‘Serenading Poems Part One)
Repetitive insertion of thoughts, Words, bitter and wrought, Smitten, swerved and rambled, The motto often gambled, Gone is the pick of novelty, With the idea of literacy.
Is it worthwhile to hear The same speech every year? Speak, they must! Shrill speeches poured into Brains to laugh in levity, It crawls into anonymity.
A poem from ‘Serenading Poems Part One’
When criminals stand for election, Democracy needs an ejection. It takes the road to bane, When people are no more sane. Yearly election, yearly row, Pinches the economy early low. Citizens are sent for duty, Hung for votes is democracy. Ugly clamor for gearing votes, Nation on a descending note. Nothing puts an end to crime, Citizens live in grimy slime. But democracy is for citizens, Who are...
Hello! Good tidings to you. After a series of poems, I have come with a video of a poem which attempts to define love. When love is refracted, It falls, gravely fractured, It is mounted on a stretcher, And placed in religious strictures, The eagle views the heart, Love muses with the tart, Love is but an attraction, A nude selfish concoction. Love is bound by biology, Love is bound by community...
Shouts and screams rent the air, A crowd of matured minds flare, Questions and doubts shoot the air, Causing commotion and confusion. The anchor resorts to regulation, Mellow, matured minds in discussion, Is it a session or aggression? The speaker is an awkward teacher, Faced by an agitated ranter, Anger, ego speaks through minds, Not meant for disciplined kind, Is this a development of democracy...
