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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.
Tribhawan Kaul, 29 february 2012
A park amidst highrise
Mornings and evenings witness
commoners of differentshapes
caste, creed, colour & age
jog, walk, yoga or meditate
groups of female folks assert also
with warlike maneuvers
learning the tricks of karate & judo
and the joggers’ park
shines in the form of oasis
amidst the concrete desert.
Giving eyes a treat towering residents
wowing the architectural marvels around
but devoid of health concerns
keeping their windows open
simply to crane and watch
the images of dwarfedmoversbelow
pondering upon advice of health gurus
yet thinking it a total waste
being on high pedestal, boasting
‘ they arn’t missing anything ?’
Introspection brings them down
to feel and experience
the smell of freshness
the chirping and tweets
the sound of breeze
the rush of blood
the rustle of leaves
the peace of mind
the romance with nature ofdifferent kind
new awakening dawns.
Surrounded by faceless concrete high-rise
the lush green park rejoices
watching homo-sapiens
respecting its existence
for their own existence.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 11 february 2012
Oh Dear! Love is in the air.
( In honour of St. Valentine
day I am dedicating this poem to all my friends on poetfreak.com and elsewhere.)
OH DEAR, LOVE IS IN THE AIR
Oh dear, love is in the air
Here, there and everywhere.
I smell it
I sniff it
I feel it
I embrace it
And lay my emotions bare
Oh dear, love is in the air.
Like a stream it is flowing
Like a lotus it is blooming
Like a wave it is caressing
Like a moon it is shining
Love is for everyone, who
does dare
Oh dear, love is in the air.
It brings the two lovers
together
Witness, on a love bond,
remains forever
It makes the sad ones to
smile
When both are ready to give
another, a mile
Winning the heart , who does
care
Oh dear, love is in the air.
Love does wonders, breathes
air into the deads
Love spreads laughter
amongst the friends
Love bring cheers to
underprivileged ones
Love is omnipresent none
chooses to shun
Love is the game, play fair
and square
Oh dear, love is in the air.
Love is the link between
baby and motherhood
Love is the chain between
women and manhood
Love is universal across the
world
Love is flourishing within
the brotherhood
Love is for everyone who
cares to share
Oh dear, love is in the air.
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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, 13 march 2012
Love Love Love
LOVE LOVE LOVE
Love is bonding between
sisters and brothers
Love is sharing by husbands
and wives
Love is caring of parents
& children
Love is emotional with
everyone else.
Love is potion on the bed
Love is ocean and never dead
Love is in our hearts and in
brain
Love is in blood and in our
veins.
Love happens, can’t be
created
Love is compassion, can’t be
rated
Love is smile, makes us
laugh
Love is deluge, can’t be
hated.
Love is not showing your
assets
Love is different from
bloody lust
Love is not possessiveness
shown
Love is what you give the
best.
Love is not in your eyes
Love is not on your lips
Love is never demanding
Love which is true, never
dips.
Love makes you to sacrifice
Love makes you to survive
Love can’t be gauged by
language
Love makes a dead to revive.
Love knows no frontiers
Love knows no religion
Love has no caste
Love has no region.
Love is passion, love is
respect
Love is forgiveness, love is
peace
Love is power, love is faith
Love is prayer, love if true
never cease.
Love makes you feel wanted
Love makes you get mated
Love makes you feel seduced
Love never makes you
subdued.
Love is everlasting relationship
not infatuation
Love is everything
but punctuation.
Love is not give and take
Love is what you do for
other’s sake
Love makes you feel stronger
Love is God makes you live
longer.
Love is inferno, experience
its pangs
Love is jealous within the
gangs
Love is life, smooth but coy
Love is rain, indulge and
enjoy.
Love is grace, blessing our
progeny
Love is exhilarating, ending
our agony
Love makes us positive,
negating the negatives
Love is symphony bringing
the harmony.
The concept of love can never
be defined
It is so vast and too refined
Love is eternal and never dies
Love makes human sane and wise.
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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 may 2012
Published
Yesterday my second book of poems in hindi ' Mann Ki Tarang' saw the daylight.
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Poet within
experiencing writer’s block
warned to quit me.
Brain threatened to go barren
launched searched for fertilisers
couldn’t afford the misery.
Happenings around fertilised the land
emotions and feelings sowed as seeds
inked the saplings for its feed.
Flowered every seed in various genre
reaped the harvest for everyone to read
the greatest consolation.... SATISFACTION
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Tribhawan Kaul, 20 july 2012
Morning Newspaper
In this age of internet and electronic media, the good old newspaper still holds on its own. Mornings can never be the same without having a cursory glance on the screaming headlines.
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Recipe for intellect
A game for brain
News and views
Browse with pleasure or disdain.
Crimes of passion
Vagaries of politics
Sporting brilliance
Business frolics.
Love or hate
Ah or wow
Emboldening people
A must for both classes or masses
Isn’t it true
Day starts afresh with it
Taking morning tea
Or going to loo.
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copyright/Children of lost God/Tribhawan Kaul
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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Mam takie oko :)
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Zwierzęta upodobniły się do koloru otoczenia
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