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Tribhawan Kaul, 31 july 2012

Realization ( a senryu)

Gatecrashers
Senses and self will
Conscience, acting as bouncers
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Tribhawan Kaul, 30 august 2012

WRITER’S NIGHTMARE

(Senryu+ an etheree+ free verse + senryu)

Ideas
fearing cloudburst
dejection takes over

Mind
full of
thoughts
to dress pages
in shades, shapes, colour
watching disappearing images.
My laptop, which used to dance
on ITs tunes now have sunstroke
doctors advise open heart surgery
Can’t afford as I am totally broke.

Enjoy the off season
and a long break
in this state
or refill pen
as paper mercifully
reconsidering another date.
Laptop quarantined
write on good old forgotten paper,
in one hand Parker or pencil
in another marker and eraser.

Missing a mate
worst nightmare
writer’s fate.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 28 july 2012

Meditation

My mind ,my heart

both reciprocate to my feelings
when I meditate.

Energy vibrating
creating immunity
against any negativity.

Bricks and blocks falling on the street
distress the body
but not the soul.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 30 march 2012

True Love

A true love is
Neither lust nor greed nor
desire
It is divine building of emotions
Standing tall with
Foundation of trust
Bricks of feeling
Cement of sensitivity
Pillars of grace
A true love flourishes then
Bearing fruit
Ripens
It is evolution
And evolution evolves
Birth of a new creation.
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Kaul

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Tribhawan Kaul, 1 may 2012

The Lure of Tinsel Town

The world of cinema is alluring. Thousands flock Bollywood to gain entry. Maximum of them languish hoping to have a brake. Those few who have Godfathers in the industry survive. Others are simply exploited in every way. Yet to enter film industry remains a dream for thousands.
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A lass lands in a big city
metropolitan and cosmopolitan
arriving from a small township
to make it big
like every other fellow
numerous dreams in her kitty.

She finds herself
midst concrete jungle
where no one cares
for others
harsh reality
soon dawns upon her.

She encounters
selfish, biased, brutal and deceptive
qualities making an urbanite captive
no Godfather is around
merit also has no ground
no one dares to be receptive.

Here, one’s chance is another’s death
one gets choked, another gets breath
perish or leave, tricks of the trade
most of them fail and fade
survival of the fittest is ‘ gurumantra’*
by hook or crook ,have to learn this ‘antra’.**

Bewildered and confused
realisation makes her sad
everyone on his own
in this ocean, she is all alone
sympathies, if there, are not shown
not getting her moorings, makes her mad.

Her ambitions, desire and aspirations
to make it to the top
dashed to ground
she takes to vices
or compromises
mentally and physically
gets unsound.

The luring tower gulped thousands
still her flock makes daily appearance
at the station
at the ports
at the bus-stops
at the air ports
to soon play an act
the act of disappearance.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 27 february 2012

Operation- an arostic poetry

Operation scheduled for today postponed for the next day
Patients anxiety could not be weaned away
Experts came again to check their specialised part ofanotomy
Rating the patient fit for the surgery
All of a sudden OT activated to the brim
Tension mounted on paramedics and the nearest kin
In the OT patient was ushered without time to waste
Oxygen was administered with emergent haste, but
None could stop the soul to exit to rest in peace above.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 25 march 2012

Tamasha (The Show)

Law
takes its own course. Justice is blind. Media’s role is felt wanting.

Standing at a crossroad
looking for her would be
from another caste
he came wearing a hooded cape
shot her point blank
and escaped
stunned onlookers
left aghast.

The police searched motives
fought over jurisdiction
but arrived at conclusion,
“ the deed was lover’s envy
it was open and shut case
she was done to death due to
jealousy.”

So her lover was caught
Who denied the charge
media thundered,” why such haste ?”
And wrote stories not in good taste.

Political connections were sought
every Sohan, Mohan and Devi fought
though there was no coup
the police was put in soup
media smelt a scoop.

Investigations followed
local police to CID* and to CBI*
questions were raised in Assembly
creating din at center
hue and cry in the city
some suggested ‘RAW’*
what a pity ?

Political fallout was great
putting in turmoil every state
demos, rampage and destruction
hartal, rioting and arson
taking heavy toll
with no rhyme or reason.

Several were dead
numerous maimed
a few tried to surrender
but shot in encounter
and all this for
just for one murder !

WHAT A TAMASHA !
Ps :
Accidently
after six months of lull
a man caught
in a cheating case
owned responsibility
having killed her
BEACAUSE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY ! ! !
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*Secret service agencies of India
Strike
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Tribhawan Kaul, 5 october 2012

Heartbreak

Silvery rays from the sky
will have no meaning now
never same will be the dawn.
Waves shirk to embrace beach.
Day sobs, night weeps.
Breeze no longer rustles the leaves.
Flowers robbed of their magic.
Fragrance no more validating their love.
Cuckoo loses her voice and
wait becomes redundant for dusky eyes.
Heart is drained of emotions.
Mind in the process of evaluation.
Body limited to the motions,
as some one dearest
to the heart, mind and soul
first loved, then left
never to return.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 10 october 2012

Misconception

Not leaving
footprints
on the sand
since
getting washed
away
now and then
and to be
construed
as having none.
Leaving those
on the
core of
our lives
are enough.
What for
our hearts
exist then ?
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Tribhawan Kaul, 10 august 2012

The Lost Love

Modern couples are busy in this materialistic world. After initial mutul admiration and attraction dies down, they realise something amiss in their lives.
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Quote
“Behold me not
with your lovely wide expressive eyes
I have no words for appreciation
you may be divine
withholding your desires
I am a mortal
yielding to
basic intentions.”
Unquote.

Remember the day
when we had met
I had said so
and you
blooming like a lotus
opened your arms.
I remained a mute witness
to a ravishing storm.

We never knew
what had struck
a volcano of possessiveness
or a love bug
both destroyed us
before we could shrug.

Ego made us discrete
pride to tweet
on cross ,we put our relationship
space ,we never wanted to yield.

Trust we lost
faith never gained
post-mortem we did
but it was never the same.

Where love has gone ?
Where should I find ?
Alas!
we have forgotten our way
In our daily grind.
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Latest items:

Poetry

Realization ( a senryu)

Writer's Nightmare

Meditation

True Love

The Lure of Tinsel Town

Operation- an arostic poetry

Tamasha (The Show)

Heartbreak

Misconception

The Lost Love

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