Thursday, August 28, 2008

Point Of View Poetry....Why ? Sigh !

why...sigh...
we men and women
dont and wont
live and give
human , inhuman
survive and thrive
kneel and conceal
crib and fib
take and rake
snatch and scratch
riches and itches
hide , deride
is this
earth worth
hurt and dirt
wheeling and dealing
stealth and wealth..
why ? Sigh !!!
...........(more to follow)

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Point of view poetry....Philosophy is for the weak willed !


PHILOSOPHY IS FOR THE ‘WEAK-WILLED’








The lust for experimenting is a luxury
That only a weak-willed person can enjoy
as one who has a strong determination and a head
that is free from conflicts ,would only be indulging
In the necessities of compromise !

(If you are confused then you are possibly a thinker
as only a thinker is liable to get mixed up...)

Philosophy, much different from what is normally believed,
Is a product of emotions ; not of intellect !

To take an orange, peel it, and squeeze the juice
.....is no philosophy, it is a skill
Any strong-willed person can learn…

But to look at orange seeds as well, not just to throw them
....and being tempted to grow more oranges….
Is a childishness only a visionary can perform !!!

(also posted sometimes back in http://bhaskarbenjamin.wordpress.com)




Friday, July 25, 2008

Point of View Poetry.....who am I ?

WHO AM I ?
(from bhaskarbenjamin's poetry series)

O my god !
Am I Omar ?

An idea drove home
I may Be Homer !

I shake with fear ,
at the thought.... that I am William Shakespeare!

But are my words of any worth ?
Sometimes I think I am William Wordsworth !

In the game of life I cant win a cent
Often I think I am Van gogh Vincent !

I have often won Oscars... in my dreams that are wild
Who knows, I might have been Oscar wilde !

I paint with a passion, but they never pick me , an ass’ole

Many friends privately agree, I could be Pablo Picasso !

I am earnest, don’t hem or hedge my way
Is it possible that I am Ernest Hemingway !

I am an angel, my calculation is always macro
Admirers believe I am Michael Angelo !

I am a lord and master of estate that is barren
And a thought often occurs, that I may be Lord Byron !

In the ARTY circles, I carry a tag of a bore
But few friends think : I may have been Tagore !

How can this be ? How can this be true ?
That I am all these great men, yet simply bhaskar ...bhaskar who ?

But in me is the seed that will one day bud, Ha!
I shall flower, yes I shall flower, into A Gautam Budha !!!

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Humor Poetry.....Absolutely Absurd !

If....and why !!!

( from bhaskarbenjamin-in-verse..... http://bhaskarbenjamin.wordpress.com)


If the crow crows….
If the dog dogs…..
If the kid kids……
If the police polices…..
If the guard guards….
If the jest jests…..
Why cant simple human…. be simple human !?!

Friday, July 18, 2008

Humor Poetry....I am your President !

I am Your President

I am your president...said one baritone voice
I shall take you out of trouble... come on...make your choice !

Elect me...I am a nationalist...a rationalist and a true servant !
Motherland is my first love... and this love is ...well...constant!

If you wish to be safe... you want to be rich..... and you want to progress
...then I am your man......vote for me...dont just make any second guess !

Listening to this baritone...one jobless beggar said:
...."You and me are so alike....... but you beg for votes...instead"

"....I beg to eat....then go to my pipe ....and enter the land of dreams
but ...dear sir...... .... you beg..... just to achieve....
these impossible pipe dreams !"

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Nature Poetry.....Rains and Riches

Rains and Riches

You sure have missed something
if
you wait for the rain to stop...
and
you just want to see the rainbow

You sure have missed the romance
of
the falling rain !

This fantasy
and
the fable
that there is a pot of gold
at
the end of the rainbow....

if it excites you ...
then you sure have
missed something !

In it truest sense
rainbow should appear
before
the rain...
then
at its end
there would be:
not only a pot of gold
but
a shower of rubies
and
gems
and diamonds !

there are no better riches
than
singing the song
of rain !!!

Nature Poetry......Garden Games

GARDEN GAMES



This time I saw a bougainvillea bush
Swaying and swinging in the breeze
I saw more than the twigs and thorn
Pink-red flowers and dancing leaves

What I saw in the garden when
This time a bougainvillea swung and swayed
A fancy duel was being enacted
A naughty little game, being played !

Wind armed with invisible tricks
And an all-pervading open-armed embrace
Pinned down the healthy bush
Which, not worried, went down with grace

And mighty wind, greatly pleased with this
Released its hold of the armless hug
The bush, equal to the challenge, bowed
Back as if with a gentle shrug

And then to tease the erstwhile conqueror
Leaves of the bush made a flirting dance
Then wind came back with a stronger force
Now it seemed, the bush didn’t stand a chance

This alternating win and loss
This leafy flirt and faceless toss
Went on for an hour and quarter
And unknowingly made me smarter

This time someone made me see
A rare , new kind of beauty !!

Friday, July 11, 2008

Great Indian Recipes....!!! The Academic Fudge

"THE ACADEMIC FUDGE"

Take a lad who is bright
with an average or over IQ
peel off his creative urges
put him in a scholarly stew

then boil this green ingredient
for full term of secondary years
...now dip him in the UNIV.
to cool off his remaining fears !

now...take out this fully
schooled lump of a man
and marinate in the PHD
to unlearn whatever he can !

you now have a ready teacher
who tastes like an academic sure
and if your processing was thorough
you can bet he is 99% pure !!!

then take this rich scholar
make him teach a few classes
these would be a wooden cask for sure....
he'll mature...as do molasses !

when fermentation is over
when he has taught for fifteen years
... you now have a greying species
who by books and papers swears !

now this middle aged preparation
is ripe to become a professor
and if the 'yeast' has succeeded
he'll be the VC's successor !

One note of caution .....!
is a must for this recipe :
never leave it in the open air
....keep it covered by some 'degree' !

Thursday, July 10, 2008

POET'S SPECIAL...Can Writers Bring Change ?

Can Writers bring Change ?

All the great poets
writers and literary men
have laughed at this circus
...charged with their mighty pen

...the 'wild beasts' ...shameless
have never bowed their head
...when the 'arrows' were unbearable...
....have 'bound' them...instead !

All the grat thinkers
enemies of the 'beasts'
have been kept in some library
and jokingly called 'high priests'

The swords...the arrows...and
other armoury of these men
have been used as some toys
in the 'literary' play pen !

...and when the new hunters
come and write against the rules
...at first are ridiculed...
but if accepted...join the 'fools'

they too are bound in volumes
...kept on fashionable bookshelves
what they have said ...is of no value
but we quote them... amuse ourselves !

The unwritten fate of a writer
the unwritten law supreme
...is to be taught in the curriculum
...not to fulfil his dream !!!!!

Great poets...writers...thinkers ...and the like
will come...and go...forever
...they cant change a thing...
but shall fill library shelves...however !

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

SAD POETRY....ALL SEASONS BRING SORROW !!!

ALL SEASONS BRING SORROW


I waited all summer, to eat the sweet fruit
And when rains came, they washed the very root

The fruit of summer, the nectar of sweat
Was bitter sweet, dry, and hard to get

Now the autumn has arrived, and we have new leaves
But the mood is like winters, is this what one achieves

I wonder what would happen when winter actually arrives
Trees would be lush green, but no blossom in our lives

When the spring breaks again and love is in the air
Trees would shed leaves, no spring this ; but despair !

Is this how I shall live the seasons of life
The summer of longing and rains full of strife

The autumn of hope
hanging by the winter’s rope

and spring that will hide behind the balding trees
a time of new happenings, but I shall find fallen leaves !

NOTE : ......poet normally refuses to take responsibility for these sentiments........although he cannot deny that these are his own !!!










POINT OF VIEW POETRY...A VISIT TO PLANET EARTH

"A VISIT TO PLANET EARTH"


During my trans-galactic flight
I made a brief halt on earth
These two hours in transit...
were precious...of massive worth !

The earth ...they have divided
in million ethnic zones
my space craft had to be parked
on two adjacent ones !

All men are equal
which includes women...they say
and to show they have no apartheid
each thing was colored in grey !!!

It is hard to decide
who are more in number
soldiers...arms dealers ...or
global peace plumbers...

I had a long cherished dream
to see the planet's art
...but what I found out ...was this:
art is flirted in the dealers mart !

One of the strangest things on earth
is a place they call as school
while the place is meant fo learning
you learn out of...as a rule !

But what I will remenber
most of my visit there:
'the art of double speak'
which....in the whole galaxy..I saw no where !

Saturday, July 5, 2008

POINT OF VIEW POETRY.........NO PUSHING !

NO PUSHING !

Only thing I dont like about a boat ride
is that we push the water backwards....
....again and again....to get ahead !

Come...let us go for such a ride...in the river
where there is no pushing !

Come....let us ride on the waves of water !!!

Friday, July 4, 2008

POETRY IN EDUCATION...IN.VERSE.ECONOMICS

IN.VERSE.ECONOMICS



Whatever you study in different economic courses
is about the management …or messing up of resources

Resources are scarce….this is a fact…that is sad
and if we don’t optimise….it is bad….it is bad !!!

So whatever you read in any blessed book of Economics
is to teach you these fundas…these very useful tricks

Demand curve is a straight line….you might laugh
but all you’ve got to learn…is to plot it on a graph

as when the demand goes up …prices shall rise
you buy more if things get cheaper….only if you are wise

marginal utility….a term that is so great…..
first chocolate tastes good…not so…if you have eight

Micro economics is about finding equilibriums
and Macro economics is about totals…about sums…

Micro-economists have assumed you are rational
and Macro economics is about incomes…that are national

So don’t fret…down frown…economics is fun
with a given limited resource, you can make butter or a gun

but sometimes life is strange …we do things that are eerie
and these are the times…real tests for these theories

each year someone gets a Nobel for economics
and a year might come when we have found all the tricks

Humans are needy…and greedy…they want more
and this is the reason… Eco theory … can never bore !!!


Sunday, June 29, 2008

POINT OF VIEW POETRY....FREEDOM

"FREEDOM"


It’s a myth that anyone can be totally free
Even the birds are not !

I can say this without any doubt or hesitation
As I have spent days and days
In a deserted city park, totally free to the onlookers...

Lazing around , doing nothing...
But little did those onlookers realize that
I was sentenced to this freedom
I was sentenced as I could not conform !

And during this ‘total freedom’ I was carrying
A non-stop computer on my poor shoulders

I seldom saw the birds playing and scooting
On the rippled lake of that municipal park
But when I saw them, once in a while...

I noticed that these birds too had been sentenced
To their freedom; they too had a pattern
They too had their fears, they too had their norms !

Occasionally I saw a lone non-conforming maverick bird
But he too did not seem totally free !!!


Thursday, June 26, 2008

DIFFERENT POETRY.... REBEL QUATRAIN ?

REBEL QUATRAIN :

The age of reason
And the sage of season
The fury of fools
And ruffians of rules

Intense intellect
Normally selects
Red herring for a clue ;
But feelings are true

One eats to survive
And cheats to just thrive
This cheating and eating
Then the heart stops beating !

We call him a master
Who runs a bit faster
On the circumference of logic
Our judgement is tragic !

Oh! Ode to the codes
Traffic lights on life’s roads
Where a free spirit is blocked
As schools hate to be shocked !

The karmic code
For some is the lode
Not to find --- but to lose
With a heaven-sent excuse !

The silent majority
Or the vocal authority
Isn’t proof enough of right
Solid mass is seldom bright !

If majority can’t be wrong
With this thought you go along
Then you too add to the mass
For more to follow you, alas !

NATURE POETRY....PAINTING OF AN AUGUST SKY




The sky was clear, pale blue, after some showers,
A stray white cloud floated in a corner, a rainbow appeared
And I decided to paint( this glorious sight) !

While I was getting started with my brushes and paint,
The sky , suddenly changed !

The entire blue canvas was now covered with yellow-white clouds,

thickly coated with paint, it seemed.

I had painted these clouds for only a few moments when

these clouds again changed into a thin layer of grey-brown paint !

I mixed fresh colours and was thinning the paint when
Someone quickly put orange yellow streaks on to the now almost invisible clouds !

I took a short breather, thought I will paint the trees first
And let the sky dry out it’s paint !

But while I was mixing green and dark green,
The sky turned red and the trees too, had been repainted !

For hour and a half, I made gallant efforts to paint the open sky
But an invisible painter was painting and repainting…
Putting fresh colour and new strokes…..

…And all I had in the end were
some yellow,
some brown, some red-green
and some wet blue patches
on my painting sheet !


Monday, June 23, 2008

TRAVEL POETRY....Be a Traveller

BE A TRAVELLER


Be a traveller and explore
each day…each way…
there is a lot in store !

Don’t be just a tourist
don’t try to hit and run
Nature’s splendor is abundant
do not package all the fun !

How is a traveller different
from a tourist…I will explain :

A tourist goes on a vacation
but a traveller walks in rain !

One cant carry everything back..
not even in a camera roll
leave behind something…instead
even a smile…then you’ve done your role !

This world is far too beautiful
Don’t try to see…in a hurry !
Become a seeker of experiences..
become a traveller…who has no worry !!!

Sunday, June 22, 2008

HUMOR POETRY...MISS NOMER

MISS NOMER

Our home-spun Homer
Is having quite an odyssey
Since he married miss Nomer !

He was quite a roamer
(Now is chained to his house)
Can be truly called a ‘homer’

Nomer, as is her habit
Is mostly off the mark
But is always right on target
(With a nail and a hammer)
When it comes to poor Homer !

Homer needs a respite, freedom from this Nomer
But he is so utterly confused, there is no way to leave her

He longs to be a loner, but is simply a goner
And wedlock as a word, for him is no misnomer !!!

Saturday, June 21, 2008

POETRY IN EDUCATION...in-verse-edu

IN.VERSE.EDU



A thing about education one has to always remember
It is not to learn in Jan….and forget by December !

Education is not…should not…be linked with grades
it is time to be real…call spades as spades !

Learning as a process … may not end in ones life time
but what we are told is to cram up things in our prime

and then later on…reap the benefits of these degrees
ah! what a shame ! we succumb… but everyone
secretly disagrees ;

we all when we grow up recognise the faulty logic
of wasting our best years in merely learning the trick

of getting good grades….of mastering the rote
and not really learning…anything of note !

Then we all end up…shallow yet prosperous
and aha ! life becomes an ordeal for each one of us

What , if instead , we spend our young years
in knowing and growing… overcoming our hidden fears

what if , instead , we look at the schools
as great places to explore…not creatures of rules

what if , instead, we take joy in finding out
and shun these wretched feelings of fear and of doubt

What if , instead , we don’t study just for examination
we shall not only excel….yet live a life full of elation !!!

Friday, June 20, 2008

DIFFERENT POETRY....crossword clues !

......if you TRY to follow POE.......it is POETRY
............and if you MOPE 'badly' ....you often make a POEM
.......and if your attitude is in verse with the world....... you are IN VERSE !
........and if you are a POET you are a mad TOP 'EGG HEAD'....!!!
....... and if you are a 'bad' rhymer .... then you are a mad MERRY with a HOT 'HEAD'....

if you cant figure this out....or even if you do......come back to me

cluingly yours.....

love.......bhaskarbenjamin

NATURE POETRY....LEAVES



"LEAVES"


Leaves every time leave an indelible impression
On my mind


My heart goes out to these heart shaped leaves

And I often yearn to touch the green stars in the near sky…


Some leaves are like dangling rubies…
…While others are like some artist’s careless brush strokes….

All leaves possess the recipe of making sunlight more beautiful

…and all leaves know the precise angle at which
they should dance… to filter the ethereal gold…

And when the leaves dry up….they come down…
In a rhythmic fall…and then…
...they spread a carpet of yellow…and amber…and brown….and red….

And if you walk on this carpet of magic…

Your heart shall simply fly !!!

Leaves every time leave an indelible impression on my mind !

HUMOR POETRY....MISS TAKE

MISS TAKE

His only mistake was to marry miss Take
While he was a believer in giving and living
Take had only one passion : to take and to take !

One day in September, from her slumber did she wake
And announced she was hurting, she had a tooth ache
He suggested a dentist but Take asked for a chocolate cake !

Come on, let us pray, for this poor soul, for heaven’s sake !
Who married this Take ; his malady he cannot shake !

(Take too is not happy, cold shoulders she can’t take
But he listens to her stories, only for peace’s sake )

Now Take wants to become a mother
But he cannot afford this mistake :

Once was quite a heart ache
He does not want a retake !!!

POINT OF VIEW POETRY...THE RICHEST MAN

THE RICHEST MAN


It was a sunny morning.
While I was in my garden,
I saw some things in a new light :

I was lying flat on my stomach
Looking at the unkempt grass
Suddenly I noticed that my garden had little diamonds
And rubies, scattered all around !

Being the sceptic that I am, and I am
Not the only one like that !
I dismissed the sight as some
‘mere droplets of dew shining in the sunlight’!

It was true; they were actually dew drops !!

But as my head moved a little
These rubies shone differently !

I was amused so I started to rotate my head, slowly..
And I swear I saw these ‘droplets’ shine and sparkle

...In a riot of colours : silver, green, yellow, blue gold,
Purple and red…

During these fascinating few moments,
I happened to also notice the golden ring
That adorned my middle-aged finger .

This ring, too, shone but I can swear again !
… Not as bright as the little treasure of droplets on my blessed grass !

In this morning light I realised :
I was the richest man on earth !!!