food word

food word

Pompous polyglot told the gymnast glutton
To put in control to chicken and mutton
The glutton told the polyglot
To hold the tongue when it's hot

at cross purposes

Independence past

Interdependence present
At cross purposes

war addicts

Peace hasn’t left us

Untrained mind competes wins fails

Become war addicts

eyes go places

Eyes go places

Mind listens to same whistles
Tongue nose pressure cook

PMESII peacespace in cyberpeace

PMESII peacespace in cyberpeace

Intelligent terms with more of intelligent tools!
Of what use for us a bunch of clueless fools!
If computers came to us its virus had to follow!
Every little growth leaps into an abyss so hollow!
 
War strategies with arms and weapons many a kind?
Come from edged brains that leave us all behind!
Who makes these how many and why?
Questions exclaim when buttons bid us bye!
 
If these treasured people with such enormous skills!
Would engage them a bit with a tad of cyberpeace!
Or maybe something as clever as peacespace!
How would it be do we have a trace!
 
If instead of making a living with intelligent viruses!
Their treasured brains came up with other omnibuses?
If they found that peace could also freeze and thrill!
Would they still engage in the cold blooded kill?
 
If suddenly those cream of brains discovered stream of wealth!
Wouldn’t they warm up the cold war they have in their breath!
Like fools let’s believe and connect with all our hope!
To reach the whetted ears to help us really cope!
 
With all these they those them let us take as we?
Let the wisdom flow in every sense for free!
Words are not just words they build our murky mind?
Slowly we might find the world so nice and kind!
 
Destruction has ruled hormones in all creative years!
Peace can stimulate too the minds of priceless peers!
Wars have energized our sense of battlespace!
Peace might eagerly shower infinite intelligence!
 
PMESII stands for Political, Military, Economic, Social, Infrastructure, Information system. However, the poem has found its own acronym!

On the far side

On the far side

A book full of words authored by a person next door,

Wool plucked from a garden of sheep;

Eyes don’t see a pig as a horse,

Condemning a pipe as a pipe;

Glasshouses appear as stoned houses,

Gimmicks, puppets, mimes, jokers, a constellation

Pirouette outside the theatre without fracas,

Ghosts survive through the wintry weather

Doors shut with quilts, socks, and pullovers,

Never in the buff to catch cold.

some thoughts from left to right

some thoughts from left to right

War at peace

War is at peace

Stable sound vibrant alive

Rest are dead words

Sting

Sting of known instincts

Shadows unnerve look shady

Hat changes colours

Hungry people

Leaders meet and greet

Talks garnished with promised words

Hungry dinner waits

 
Perception

From a high-rise

People appear as dot-facts

Black stones from the blue

Pen's word

A sword writes a letter to the pen

I appear as weaker since when

The pen in turn promptly replies

Subject to condition always applies

Siesta

Afternoons alive in yellow slumber

Crows cry onomatopayas  shout at unwilling doors

Paaiper beeeek ssillacataouu hingsooorma

Clothes dry maids have mid-day rest

Playtime

Soundproof ears at work

Time to play war war

Finger on the lips

Zero balance howling in space

Zero balance howling in space

Mother no more

The comb with a little bit of her hair sitting in its place

The last sweet she prepared

With marks of her generous scoop in the bowl gifted by her mom

Occupying a little space in the fridge

Treasured with fungus

A beneficiary account sitting in her son's bank

Waiting to be deleted

With a needle and a thread

With a needle and a thread

An old woman

Running through stitches

A trembling hand writing

Damayanti waiting for Nala

Raja Ravi Varma, Van Gogh watching

Beethoven, Chopin playing

Unaware writer singing

With a needle and a thread

tug of war

O pull, pull, pull, pull, and pull,

Until the time we give our full;

This indeed is a wonderful game,

Winners and losers fall just the same.

The border at start that divides the teams,

Gets crushed in the feet of toiling streams!

Hearts that team up to save their side,

Mud and laugh we cannot hide;

No one looks for the line in the end,

All we do is hug our friends.

Out of homes let's play the game,

In places we look so dull and lame!

Bros and sis can't tear the string,

That commons us to the side of bliss;

Please don't mind, my Learned wing,

To play this game as, tug of peace.

Let's spread the rope to the moving ball,

To dance and play with the pleasure fall!

I dedicate this poem to all my sisters and brothers of the world