Tag Archives: London

Billboard of life

Needs few more posters
oversold events
cheerful pants
cheap scents
anger vents

Life has been fair
to anyone but me
burn this city
and the next one

once that is done
somehow all will resolve
on my life’s wall
wishful thinker

unintentional tinker
there is more to life
then few moments of gust
joy, passion and lust

find in simple things
chasing classifieds
who lived and died
will never fulfil
soul’s unpaid bill

come close to Divine
there is a fine line
sinner and saint
rebel and repent

all deeds borrowed
no kindness lent
life’s rent, will be paid
when this billboard
has pink flowers
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The last locked door of the universe

When keys were not required
to open any doors
I received one, as a gift
universe shifts, to accommodate

a fool’s dream, such kindness shown
soul screams and tears start falling
with no end, moistening sharp bends,
key’s ends, inner voice says

now, the only door needs to open
is to your heart, take it apart
it has been locked for long
haven’t heard a love song,

for ages, as sages say
It is time, past unable to change,
present calling, unless you hold its hand
future falling, to abyss

don’t be afraid, leap,
then look below, above, near, afar
enjoy the night full of stars
sparkle and twinkle in beloved’s eyes

life surmised, in those beautiful moments
peace prevailed, contentment inhaled
and the last locked door of the universe
opened, your heart awakened

bliss spread, nothing to dread
just a sun shining Sunday morn,
heart adorned with a solitary key’s gift
to reach fabled redemption

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Passing moment

Few words,
countless emotions,
fading memories
And she said
Come back, we all await
the day you return
lantern is still lit
gallery where your paintings
we sold for pennies
then in gold coins too many
long for your presence
such long absence
from us, and her
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Riding a deer, hearing a seer, a story, a tale, inside a gale

little traveller, ride with me, let me show you the world
its contradictions and most affable beings, animals, birds

Devils showing affection, hugs and their hold
how saints turn evil, those tales which are never told
to you and I, those are best ones, ignore rest ones
let’s search someone who could spill the beans

old friend Rusty rabbit, ready to tell the tale
describing ponderous journey flying inside a gale
engaging to extreme, time passes it seems
and no one, absolutely not one soul, notices

tale unfolds, muted emotions, colours are bold,
details of creatures, things they can do
absolutely incredible, beyond true
then enter charades, colossal mighty parades

of million thousand Deers, each singing a hymn
hmmmmm hmmmm, o dear Lord, we gather at this feast
give us strength, protect from evil beasts
their singing rise and rise, reaching beyond fortissimo

world joins the chorus, trees move with the beat
animals Kingdom awakens with Angels on their feet
suddenly, silence breaks the spell, we are left in wonder
weather has turned wasteful, rain clouds and thunder

another day perhaps, come back and surrender
your heart to conclude this journey my friend
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Last time I saw Mandela..he was going strong at 90

Last time I saw you
You were going strong at 90
the person who moved the world
With his bare hands
And a smile
Which moved us all
Which crushed the evil in our hearts
We are indebted to you
With our lives and our humanity
Long may you live in the history of the world
Not the person who removed the apartheid
But the one who taught humanity to humans

AB 6 December, 2013
Photography: AB June 2008

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Insignficance of being an AB

A Bit of poetry
CaDet of science
Earl of conversations
FlaG of reliance
HI-fiving humanity
JacK of any juggling
LooMing uncertain life
NOn stop giggling
PiQued by ignorance
RuSty in singing
TrUe to his friends
VieWs worth pinging
eXcessivelY Zinging
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