Tribhawan Kaul, 16 october 2012
Fatigued and exhausted home coming makes me restless
As if I am swallowed whole by the emptiness
Stacked famous ones whirl around, pity me
As termites start digesting me
Spider webs decorating walls
House lizards playing ball
Bed-bugs play hide & seek
Rats sprint on rugs
Mosquitoes sing
Buzzing
flies
Melodious
Cricket’s chirping
Frog’s croaking, all keep me
Awake whole night yet fill my emptiness
With their presence without which my life
Would have been one of emptiness and loneliness
Getting rid of them from the core threaten my existence
Yet I am bent upon driving them out to be with HIM in ONENESS
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Tribhawan Kaul, 10 october 2012
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, 5 october 2012
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, 18 september 2012
Beauty is fire, flame its youthfulness
novice if you are, will burn your fingers.
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Silence has its own tongue to stress
lips move not, for love to express.
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Hate has no takers, omnipresent is love
Some crazy always try to breed hate though.
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One sows another reaps, a human nature
Alas! None feels for the actual creator.
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Live life lamenting or laughing
Choice is yours, go weeping or singing
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Useless for the boatman to row with an oar
if never one wants to reach the shore.
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Throughout life Oh GOD! searched for you
soul left the body, only then could I meet you.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 11 september 2012
Love likes not
showing off relationship
smile on face or tear drops,
both make my heart rip.
Ever waiting eagerly
for her appearance
when confronted,
mind becomes an hindrance.
Comes like a fresh air ,
away she goes a hurricane
tolerate she will not,
me going great pains.
Yet, loves me so much
as a princess of yore
always cursing the boat,
can not navigate to shore.
Nothing is physical
in our love
wagging tongues
all hand in glove.
Beauty a trap and
love being a cage
Wonder ! gets entangled
even a sage.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 8 september 2012
Silence
she
does not
break.
Pretence
I do not
shed.
Love
becomes
casualty.
Mind
goes blank.
Heart
remains
unread.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 5 september 2012
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, 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, 19 august 2012
Born
with
clean slate
and
flattering
innocence.
Flowering
homo-sapien
succumbs
to
vices.
Conscience
fighting
tooth and nail,
fail.
Pleasure of
senses
prevail.
downfall
begins.
Grave.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 18 august 2012
Everyday I stand before the mirror
gazing self
other side of mine croons,
“seven sins
have already taken toll of you
terrorism of every dimension
becoming the eight
what is to expect now
from you ?”
It questions
simple and straight.
“Daily you are scarred
daily you are battered
daily you are raped
daily you are butchered
daily you are crossed
daily you are martyred.
So
Are you dead ?
Nay, I dread
you are not yet,”
whispers my mirrored friend.
“Anarchy has no place
eight sin has no grace
let more sunshine be there
for everyone and everywhere
undo mean human mentality
let darkness not prevail
blinding us till eternity.”
“Rise, rise, rise once again
showing your prowess
hold tightly drooping reins
humanity with humility breeds
great civilisations
don’t dump into dustbin
God’s own creations.”
“Being humane you can’t be dead
wake up and change the mindset
for the sake of humanity
violence you shed.”
“Humanize me.
Your own ugly side
should also possess
heart and soul
compassion ,love and giving
should only be my goal.”
Saying so
it merged into mine
I was left gazing the mirror
as if
nothing happened
and everything was fine.
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