Is it Diwali or Bankruptcy?

Here comes Diwali,

but my pockets are empty.

Inflation has caught us tightly,

and is at 9.72% definitely.

Petrol becomes dearer it is seen,

Rs 500  hardly lasts for a week even .

Gas cylinder's cost is also increasing,

Rs 400 it is now costing.

What to cook and what to eat,

petrol rate on things cause a cascading rate.

Same is for lighting and same is for fireworks,

how to buy sweets and dried fruits for self and guests.

In countries of even the third world,

the cost of petrol is half or even one third.

The Government is not for the poor but for the rich,

Bankrupt they are making us all but Diwali is for the few rich. 

renukakkar 19.10.2011

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A caged bird's song for freedom

See the birds on the trees are free,

to leap and soar into the skies.

Bask in the glory of the sun,

or sit on logs floating downstream.

Bathe in the puddles formed by rain,

or in the dust to get rid of their back pain.

Sing from dawn to dusk,

eating grains and worms from the grass.

I am a bird kept in a cage,

hitting my head on the bars with rage.

Neither the sky to soar upwards to,

nor the treetops to hop and leap to.

Not to sing to my heart's content, 

or fly to where the rainbow ends.

Eating whatever is given to me,

even if it is disliked by me you see.

My foot is tied,

to the cage's side.

My cage is narrow,

movement is slow.

I dread my death 

in this prisoned place.

Before my time is up you see,

freedom for all is necessary.

The songs i tweet,

are painful indeed.

But on deaf ears they seem to fall,

no one yet heard my help calls.

I wish to fly away away and away,

someone kind my songs will sway.

opening my cage and setting me free from doom,

to live a life that's a God given boon.

renukakkar18.10.2011

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A girl in white

A girl dressed all in white,

walks alongside the roads every night.

She disappears as soon as the darkness goes,

and as the sun peeps through the clouds.

Stopping any motorists or a hiker,

walking the roads or even a bicker.

Asking for a lift to her home,

situated at the outskirts of the town.

Outside the town is a cemetery,

the car stops at the gate suddenly.

She gets down or not no one knows,

as she is not seen in cars or where she goes.

They say she died suddenly,

while travelling on this road to her family.

A motorist was driving at very high speed,

hitting her and flinging her body high indeed.

Her head hit the road thereafter,

and she died without being aware.

Her soul travels the same road every night,

homeward bound, she is dressed in white.

renukakkar 17.10.2011

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The strange train journey

Many people boarded the train

our journey had just begun.

In a coach there were 4 of us

5th passenger joined and someone else.

We all wore clothes that were in fashion

his clothes resembled some other nation.

He seemed to be a formidable chap

and we could just listen to his crap.

He carried a pack of cards with him

our future on cards he would be telling

He had tarot cards you see

we were all scared of our future to be.

One by one our cards he displayed

interpreted and then predicted.

The future of all of us was not too good

soon an altercation ensured.

All with ego issues making points

those not listening were given strikes.

Soon there was firing

4 of them lay on the ground dying.

I being the only one left out of this bloodbath

looked at the strangely dressed man and this aftermath.

Do not be scared my child, said he

Get down at the next station whatever it be.

This train is not meant for you yet

by mistaken you have me somehow met.

The bad and ugly souls I come to take away

train journey never stops even for a day.

Heaven is on earth and so is hell

they go through this daily ordeal.

It was something they did long ago

but in their minds they are yet to know.

Station comes my child now your things you gather.

try to forget this incident for ever.

On the path of righteousness if you remain

your journey will never be on this unending train.  

renukakkar13.10.2011

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Phoolo se sajna

Tum per kuch phool dale ja rahe the

hum per bhi kuch phool dale ja rahe the.

Tumhare liye naye kapre laye gaye

humare liye bhi naye kapre laye gaye.

Tume bhi sajaya ja raha tha

or hume bhi sajaya ja raha tha.

Tumhare yaha bahut log aa rahe the

humare yaha bhi bahut log aa rahe the.

Tumhare yaha shaniyha baj rahi thi

hamare yaha matam ki ghari thi.

Tumhari nai zindagi banne ja rahi thi

aur humari to duniya se bedai ki tayari thi.

renukakkar 12.10.2011

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Decorated with flowers

Some flowers were being put on you

some flowers were being put on me too.

New clothes had been purchased for you

new clothes had been purchased for me too.

You were being dressed up

I was also being dressed up.

There were musical instruments playing in your home

there was the time of mourning in my home.

You were on the threshold of becoming someone's wife

I was on the verge of leaving this world for another life.

renukakkar12.10.2011

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Haikus-some more

Night's Moonlight !
close your eyes
feel me besides. 


Wind sounds outside! 
no need  worrying
me saying, you i am missing. 


Walking in mist  
feel wind on you, 
that's me saying i love you. 


Feeling a tug!
my hand clasping
your hand it's holding. 


Pretty flower bouquet's decor
purpose serving,
at you smiling. 


Prayers and chant
your day describing,
I'll be hearing. 


Unhappy mood
feeling low,   
you I am missing.

renukakkar 8.10.2011

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