July 2010

SOLE NO 13

 Sole NO 13

 

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kalvins_a_panda's picture

cannons and carnations

If asked I wont shy away
They can take their shots-- it wont die away
I'll take the blows, still look em right in the face
N speak wat I have the right to say
Such a delightful phrase, this three-petal rose
Many attest to know, but never get to hold
Because they wont let it grow in their garden, hardened wit
Soil soaked wit pride, seeds of fraudulence
In a deceitful harvest that'll bear bitter blossoms
Clever corsages, not this boastful bouquet
Sprinkled wit aromatic affections most wouldn't say

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kalvins_a_panda's picture

frontline of aspiration

 

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the pied piper of BPO

A cab in bangalore sped past me

in it sat girls and boys in their youth

they seemed weary,lost in their ipods or cells

they spoke not with each other

no giggles no guffaws

looking washed out,the magic of exuberance lost

 

what have we done to them?

the pied piper of BPO"s has lured

our children to its demony clasp

we have lost them to him!!

 

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the flowerwoman of today

 an auto laden with packs of flowers fled past me

in it sat the flowerwoman of today

so to say the hitech one

traverses she alone and brings blossoms abound

dispensing it among women

who tie them up for wages

she bundles up the trussed flowers

and sells them in the square

making a tidy sum

saving for pygmy, insurance and all

and some for her mates toddy too!

bribing him for letting her to the square.

 

While the flowerwoman of yore

with a moth eaten bag

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Truetiful

The time I shared with you left an impact on my heart.
 The fear of me and the fear of mistake, shortened the experience that we could have made.
But I know that you cared for me in a special way.

You just did`nt want to hurt what you see in your mirror, Beautiful.
 

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The Dancers wish.




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Locked away and safe




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