Roshesh's Poems

yeh hai teen pair waala kutta,
Isko kabhi Bhagaana nahi padta,
susu karte waqt use pair uthaana nahi padta,
yeh hai teen pair waala kutta!!!!!!

Sunehera sa rang hai tera
ankhein jaise moti
lash jaise dikhti hai jab
Khule ankh se soti
Machhli pup pup pup pup
pup pup pup pup
kissy de do choti choti
(Maya interrupts...)

uff ye Kabz
ye acidity
uff ye roz
jana 1 ghanta bathroom
ye blue tile ke bich white white
toilet jaise neele aasman ke bich
baadal maasoom

 pud pud pud pud pud pud ubalta pani...
pani mei ooble chawal ki jawani...
jawan ho ker chawal sajayenge thali... seene se lagayenge daal kali kali...


 bhopu bhopu aya dekho... idli vala raju pardesi...
kale pyare chehre per daat bade aur ankhein zara c...



roshni gar na ho aur raju khada ho sath, andhere me nazar ayenge uske sirf char chamakte daat....Momaa ka purse jaise hospital ki pyaari si koi nurse

Purse mein rakha tissue paper karta hai paseene ka ilaaj

Aur lipstick ho jaise bhookhe honton ka anaaj
Momaa ke purse ka hai makhmali sa sparsh
Momaa ka purse
Momaa ka purse

"Khatar khun khatar khun khatar khun
Sun mere dil ki dhun
Tere pyaar ki oiling mil gayi isey
Toh khatar khun ka ho jaayega gun gun "

"In the living room of Sarabhai's.........
Hogi Saahil Bhai ki sagaai...........
Agley mahiney...........
Priya Bhabhi phuli na samaai
Yeah Yeah Yeah............... "

"Tum bin jaise mai raaste ka andha bhikhari
Thodi blessings daan me de do
Thodi mamta tumhari
Momma ho momma ho... "

"Ek Common Man Ko Mili He Pari
Jese Chiku Ke saath Ho Strawberry
Aage Aage Mummy Aur Piche Piche Daddy
Jaise Ho Tom And Jerry "

"Ghanan ghanan ghanan ghanan
Badalo se aaye pehla soorya kiran
Datton ke liye danta manjan
Aur pet ke liye kaayam chooran "

"Hawa mein hain khushi ki aroma
Jeet gayi momma, jeet gayi momma
Say hi to happiness n tata to trauma
Jeet gayi momma, jeet gayi momma "

"Lagul lagul lagul lagul
Laal laal lagul lagul JELLY
Jelly ke cabre dancer jaise shareer mein chhupi hai
Anjaani ankahee paheli

jelly hai moma ka mann
Narm mulayam meetha
Pasand hai ise har koi
Sangeeta rita mita aneeta

Jelly giri zameen par
To awaaz aayi PLUP PLUP!
Baccha usme haath maare
To sunai deti hai THUP THUP!

Jelly par kabhi fungus na lage
Uska swaad kabhi bhankas na lage
agar bachani hai hume hamari
country...
TO JELLY KO BANANA HOGA HAMARA PRADHAN MANTRI!!"

"Tumhe samjhe toh mujhe bhi samjhana,
Kyu hai mera jeevan itna khokla,
Jaise koi basi aur sada hua khaman dhokla.... "

"Aasman mein uud raha hai kabutar ....
Aasman mein uud raha hai kabutar ....
FLUTTER ..... FLUTTER..... FLUTTER...... "

"Popat Kaka ki atma ka Popat ud gaya ud gaya ud gaya rey...
Shristey k sajjan haath se popat jud gaya jud gaya jud gaya rey...

"Humpty dumpty sat on the 'gadi'
Gadi pe betha tabhi aa gayi dadi
Dadi ne kaha aaja mere paas
Kyuki gadi pe bethna is just so middle class."

Hypocrisy

Is there anyone that listens,
whose heart is full of sun?
A bright one, soft and gentle,
with love for everyone?

What do we really matter,
with crippled hearts and wine.
So little caress, so much knowledge.
Humans only shine?

I´m crying for the others,
the weep is shy and strong.
Loneliness embracing me,
but I do get along.

Of hipocrits are plenty,
am I the greatest one?
Is the now the only place?
Can we be a different race?

There must be one that questions,
whose heart´s a bit of sun.
'notherone soft and gentle,
with love for everyone!




Markus Kasanmascheff

It's Death Again

t's Death again – He's always there –
Watching, waiting – e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood –
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? –
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'


 Mark R Slaughter 2009

The Little Boy Lost

``Father! father! where are you going?
O do not walk so fast.
Speak, father, speak to your little boy,
Or else I shall be lost.''

The night was dark, no father was there;
The child was wet with dew;
The mire was deep, & the child did weep,
And away the vapour flew.

The Little Boy Found

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the wand'ring light,
Began to cry; but God, ever nigh,
Appear'd like his father in white.

He kissed the child & by the hand led
And to his mother brought,
Who in sorrow pale, thro' the lonely dale,
Her little boy weeping sought.

Miles To Go Before I Sleep

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

DAFFODILS

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

School Days revised in a single note......

Gone are the days When the school reopened in June, And we settled in our new desks and benches.
Gone are the days When we queued up in book depot, And got our new books and notes.
Gone are the days When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet Managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.
Gone are the days We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then micro tips.
Gone are the days We began drawing with crayons and evolved to Colour pencils and finally sketch pens.
Gone are the days We started calculating first with tables and then with Clarkes tables an! d advanced to calculators and computers.
Gone are the days When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals, And returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.
Gone are the days When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors, Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds. Gone are the days When all the colours in the world, Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays.
Gone are the days When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table, Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons. Gone are the days When cricket was played with writing pads as bats, And Neckties and socks rolled into balls.
Gone are the days When few played "kabadi" and "Co-Co" in scorching sun, While others simply played "book cricket" in the confines of classroom.
Gone are the days Of fights but no conspiracies, Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.
Gone are the days When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast, In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks. Gone are the days When few rushed at 3:45 to "Conquer" window seats in our School bus.
Gone are the days While few others had "Big Fun", "pulippu muttai", "gulfi ice", "seeval ice !" and "pepsi !" at 4o Clock. Gone are the days Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day , And the one-month long preparations for them.
Gone are the days Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual E! xams, And the most enjoyed holidays after them.
Gone are the days Of tenth and twelfth standards, when we Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests.
Gone are the days We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost, We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought. Gone are the days With so much fun in them, so many friends, So much experience, all this and more.
Gone are the days But not the memories, which will be Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and Ever and ever and Ever......