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Tribhawan Kaul, 23 february 2012

Life Graph

The way I perceive the life
shrouded in the mystery
its up and down curves
none can guess but destiny.

Challenges, the hall mark of life
paint it with red or green
acceptance of failures gives direction
success gives a sheen.

Biggest philanthropist, the life is
providing opportunity at every stage
those who grabs it with bothhands
ink their name on every page.

Life graph is never smooth
and should not be so
death is defined by a smooth line
a beating heart must know.

Vagaries of life draws its graph
So never pity it and destroy
bonded, life can never be
crib not dears but enjoy.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 16 february 2012

Trauma

She wakes upTrembling, frightened, pale
faced and humiliated

Day and night

When humans become inhumane

And shame has no place to hide.

Hunted before the crowds

Molested behind the bushes

Raped in the moving cars

Relatives, friends, goons,
terrorists or

By political czars.

Mentally mauled, physically
abused

Everyone looks on but never
rescued

Nightmarish moments never
out of sight

Living dead or deadly living

Soul and body always in
fright.

Tender age matters to none

Everything she dreams, is
undone

In a flash, everyone jumps
in

To encash

Her innocence, her trauma,
her conscience

For five minutes of fame

Putting even THE GOD in
shame.

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copyright Tribhawan Kaul.
Note:-
The poem was selected for publication in book 'How to prevent rape & molestation' by Dr. Aroona Reejhsinghani.

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Tribhawan Kaul, 19 may 2012

RAC

RAC (Reservation against cancellation) is a routine term for undertaking train/rail journey in Indain Railways wherein a traveller holding RAC ticket has to wait for allotment of his permanent berth against cancellation of any reservation. Till then he /she has to sit and wait.

Death is inevitable. No one can escape it. It is a matter of waiting. We all are like RAC ticket holders. As soon as a vacancy occurs above(theory of re-birth of a soul), we get a call to fill up that slot. Till then we have to live life with all its glorious uncertainties according our own KARMAs (actions).
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A journey
From present to unknown
Must be worth its salt
Final destination alias last halt.

Lo !
Karma forces one to wait
RAC
Screams the fate
Life span always been a guessing game
Death never seems to be a good looking dame.

RAC now
Cry or wow
Journey till end gets more fascinating
Waiting to be berthed, for no more waiting.

Enjoying ultimate destination
Depends on one’s karma & attitude
Show HIM or not
Any gratitude.
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Copyright / Children of Lost God/ Tribhawan Kaul
All rights reserved
kaultribhawan@yahoo.co.in

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Tribhawan Kaul, 16 july 2012

A morning in an Indian village

Rising sun in the horizon
a fireball in space
like a bride of first night
blushing and gushing
blossoming sunflowers matching its pace.

Triangle of birds
wave after wave
chirping in symphony
flying in harmony
towards the crescent
a sleeping beauty in space
fading slowly with heavenly grace.

Tillers out in fields
sowing seeds
and hopes for millions
their women bending backs
cutting weeds
small babies crying in shacks
drawing attention to have their feed.

Village children in open space
waiting for initiation
to the world of education
listening to the teacher
with not so rapt attention

Milkmen competing to deliver
small vendors crying hoarse to sell
the sun shines bright on everyone
grandpa has many stories to tell.

Flowing stream creating music for soul
baying cows and rumbling of goat chimes
joining the chorus
beggars with begging bowl
street dogs have no mercy
so none thinks of village security.

Temple, mosque, gurudwara and a church
inviting everyone with open arms
so many faiths
truthful and straight
mornings in a village has its own charm.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 5 september 2012

AWARENESS

Conscience
Thou art mystery
Love thy yet
Whisper out loud
Open sim sim
Thou allow one
Knowing the code
Thou feel to open
Thou fly
Thou dance
Thou swim
Thou play
Thou thrive on Truth
Truth nothing but the Truth
Discarding worn coat
In oblivion
Thou merge
With infinity
For the time being.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 12 july 2012

God....where are YOU ?

aaaaa

Searched for HIM near and far
in temples, mosques, churches and vihars

Browsed Gita, Bible and Quran
peeped into the pages of Vedas and Purans.

Questioned the learned ones, scholars and sages
journeyed in this quest sacred places.

Meditated seeking HIM in lap of the Himalayas
Praying for HIS presence through chanting of mantras.

Sages and savants, answers, could’nt satisfy me
my hunger for HIM, felt, beginning to betray me.

Finding of God particle raised my hope
soon to vanish by another stroke.

Instrumental in forming the Universe, it was revealed
but who made this particle , mystery yet to be unveiled ?

Arn’t we the God particles in the true sense ?
What use this universe without inhabitants ?

Eureka ! I have found HIM within myself
HE is in everyone, bother to seek within self.

He is in us, in every human being
in good deeds, love ,service & pious thinking.

So why search HIM here and there
Universal love marks HIS presence everywhere.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 30 august 2012

Writer's Nightmare

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, 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, 8 august 2012

Dementia

Age never bothered her
She never showed her age
She was a new age women
Never to mind her age.

Proudly she went to a plaza
Fond of shopping home away
But came out just eating pizza
It had made her day.

Body searched her purse
Could not find her key
Also did not find her car
Nothing to giggle and glee.

Wrinkles showed on her face
As she approached a PCR*
Was directed to the police station
To file an FIR**

She returned home with satisfaction
Informed her hubby with some reservation
Shocked, he stood with a mug of beer
“ But honey, didn’t I... drop you there ?

“ did you drop me ? Oh God !
Oh Yes ! I forgot ;” stunned as she was
Then where is our car? exclaimed she
beckoning him to the window for the testimony.

Rushing out, found the gate open
dazed , both now looked aged
car was nowhere to be seen
thought they, finally it has been stolen.

Soon they were surprised
and had a hearty laugh
they saw their own son
driving in, to park.

Age do takes its toll
As one tends to forget
Kudos to those
Who laugh at the malady, without any regret.
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*A mobile Police Control Room
** First Information Report
All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul/06-08-2012

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Tribhawan Kaul, 9 august 2012

The Conqueror

Deep insight into our complex mind
and one finds
I
dominating our lives
hub
around which revolves our existence
touch, taste, hear, see and smell
senses
like crossroads
creating diversions
difficult to navigate
a path straight.

In the maze of selfishness
mine, yours, ours, theirs
nothing matters but
I.

Once perception of reality
and realization dawns
that
I and you are not
we
but ONE
one becomes the conqueror
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