Tribhawan Kaul, 27 april 2012
Someone( call it soul, call it supreme power or call it inner consciousness) always keeps us warned and guide us throughout our lives....but do we listen and follow.. that is the million dollar question.
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IT tried to awaken, I kept sleeping
Jolted out of slumber, I kept brooding.
IT spoke, I became deaf
IT tried to reason, I admired self
IT asked me to pray, I became dumb
IT goaded me to act, I felt numb.
IT showed me a path, I created deviation
IT pointed my faults, I made my decision.
IT even caught my finger, pointing destination
Got totally lost in the labyrinth of emotions.
IT made me aware of omnipresent vice
Yet I managed to acquire , at a heavy price.
IT monITored my actions, issuing warnings
I simply ignored for worldly yearning.
Awakened ! Now what is the use
Couldn’t see the truth in time, behind every ruse.
Life is like that, what matters more
Seek IT honestly, IT opens the door.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 8 april 2012
Hope ,don’t betray me
clinging, I survive.
Hope ,don’t overpower me
Clutching, I overestimate
Hope, don’t be an illusion
Chasing, I get shattered.
Hope, don’t raise
expectations
Setbacks, I can’t endure.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 30 march 2012
A true love is
Neither lust nor greed nor
desire
It is divine building of emotions
Standing tall with
Foundation of trust
Bricks of feeling
Cement of sensitivity
Pillars of grace
A true love flourishes then
Bearing fruit
Ripens
It is evolution
And evolution evolves
Birth of a new creation.
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Kaul
Tribhawan Kaul, 28 march 2012
Foeticide,
infanticide, sex-determination tests and malnutrition to which the a girl child
is subjected to is not uncommon in India though the things are fast improving
now.
A female form
when comes out of womb
is questioned
on her existence.
thrown in the garbage bin
poisoned or abandoned
some, who are retained
to face the cruel world
to shatter the myth
that
we care for the girl child.
Brave survivors face
social injustice
educational stagnation
gender bias
apathy of kith and kin
maltreatment and malnutrition.
Considered a social liability
treated like a glorified maid
till she attains maturity
to be married off
sometimes
before reaching puberty.
Sometimes sold and resold
her miseries remain untold
thrown before social wolves and sharks
trying to snatch a living through the dark
for her own sake or for her family
or for the sake of her siblings
her plight is never ending.
If she fights, she fights alone
no one cares, she dies a lone.
When exposed it becomes a news
everyone competes to share her views
beating the bush, discussions galore
downplaying reality as TRPs* soar.
One who gives the man
his own identity
is always tormented by him
what an irony !
Shouldn’t we fight for her rights?
shouldn’t we make her present and future bright?
shouldn’t we give her joy and happiness
making her life worth living day and night?
GOD BLESS THE GIRL CHILD.
GOD SAVE THE GIRL CHILD.
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Television rating points.
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KAUL
Tribhawan Kaul, 25 march 2012
Law
takes its own course. Justice is blind. Media’s role is felt wanting.
Standing at a crossroad
looking for her would be
from another caste
he came wearing a hooded cape
shot her point blank
and escaped
stunned onlookers
left aghast.
The police searched motives
fought over jurisdiction
but arrived at conclusion,
“ the deed was lover’s envy
it was open and shut case
she was done to death due to
jealousy.”
So her lover was caught
Who denied the charge
media thundered,” why such haste ?”
And wrote stories not in good taste.
Political connections were sought
every Sohan, Mohan and Devi fought
though there was no coup
the police was put in soup
media smelt a scoop.
Investigations followed
local police to CID* and to CBI*
questions were raised in Assembly
creating din at center
hue and cry in the city
some suggested ‘RAW’*
what a pity ?
Political fallout was great
putting in turmoil every state
demos, rampage and destruction
hartal, rioting and arson
taking heavy toll
with no rhyme or reason.
Several were dead
numerous maimed
a few tried to surrender
but shot in encounter
and all this for
just for one murder !
WHAT A TAMASHA !
Ps :
Accidently
after six months of lull
a man caught
in a cheating case
owned responsibility
having killed her
BEACAUSE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY ! ! !
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*Secret service agencies of India
Strike
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Tribhawan Kaul, 13 march 2012
LOVE LOVE LOVE
Love is bonding between
sisters and brothers
Love is sharing by husbands
and wives
Love is caring of parents
& children
Love is emotional with
everyone else.
Love is potion on the bed
Love is ocean and never dead
Love is in our hearts and in
brain
Love is in blood and in our
veins.
Love happens, can’t be
created
Love is compassion, can’t be
rated
Love is smile, makes us
laugh
Love is deluge, can’t be
hated.
Love is not showing your
assets
Love is different from
bloody lust
Love is not possessiveness
shown
Love is what you give the
best.
Love is not in your eyes
Love is not on your lips
Love is never demanding
Love which is true, never
dips.
Love makes you to sacrifice
Love makes you to survive
Love can’t be gauged by
language
Love makes a dead to revive.
Love knows no frontiers
Love knows no religion
Love has no caste
Love has no region.
Love is passion, love is
respect
Love is forgiveness, love is
peace
Love is power, love is faith
Love is prayer, love if true
never cease.
Love makes you feel wanted
Love makes you get mated
Love makes you feel seduced
Love never makes you
subdued.
Love is everlasting relationship
not infatuation
Love is everything
but punctuation.
Love is not give and take
Love is what you do for
other’s sake
Love makes you feel stronger
Love is God makes you live
longer.
Love is inferno, experience
its pangs
Love is jealous within the
gangs
Love is life, smooth but coy
Love is rain, indulge and
enjoy.
Love is grace, blessing our
progeny
Love is exhilarating, ending
our agony
Love makes us positive,
negating the negatives
Love is symphony bringing
the harmony.
The concept of love can never
be defined
It is so vast and too refined
Love is eternal and never dies
Love makes human sane and wise.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 29 february 2012
Mornings and evenings witness
commoners of differentshapes
caste, creed, colour & age
jog, walk, yoga or meditate
groups of female folks assert also
with warlike maneuvers
learning the tricks of karate & judo
and the joggers’ park
shines in the form of oasis
amidst the concrete desert.
Giving eyes a treat towering residents
wowing the architectural marvels around
but devoid of health concerns
keeping their windows open
simply to crane and watch
the images of dwarfedmoversbelow
pondering upon advice of health gurus
yet thinking it a total waste
being on high pedestal, boasting
‘ they arn’t missing anything ?’
Introspection brings them down
to feel and experience
the smell of freshness
the chirping and tweets
the sound of breeze
the rush of blood
the rustle of leaves
the peace of mind
the romance with nature ofdifferent kind
new awakening dawns.
Surrounded by faceless concrete high-rise
the lush green park rejoices
watching homo-sapiens
respecting its existence
for their own existence.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 27 february 2012
Operation scheduled for today postponed for the next day
Patients anxiety could not be weaned away
Experts came again to check their specialised part ofanotomy
Rating the patient fit for the surgery
All of a sudden OT activated to the brim
Tension mounted on paramedics and the nearest kin
In the OT patient was ushered without time to waste
Oxygen was administered with emergent haste, but
None could stop the soul to exit to rest in peace above.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 23 february 2012
The way I perceive the life
shrouded in the mystery
its up and down curves
none can guess but destiny.
Challenges, the hall mark of life
paint it with red or green
acceptance of failures gives direction
success gives a sheen.
Biggest philanthropist, the life is
providing opportunity at every stage
those who grabs it with bothhands
ink their name on every page.
Life graph is never smooth
and should not be so
death is defined by a smooth line
a beating heart must know.
Vagaries of life draws its graph
So never pity it and destroy
bonded, life can never be
crib not dears but enjoy.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 16 february 2012
She wakes upTrembling, frightened, pale
faced and humiliated
Day and night
When humans become inhumane
And shame has no place to hide.
Hunted before the crowds
Molested behind the bushes
Raped in the moving cars
Relatives, friends, goons,
terrorists or
By political czars.
Mentally mauled, physically
abused
Everyone looks on but never
rescued
Nightmarish moments never
out of sight
Living dead or deadly living
Soul and body always in
fright.
Tender age matters to none
Everything she dreams, is
undone
In a flash, everyone jumps
in
To encash
Her innocence, her trauma,
her conscience
For five minutes of fame
Putting even THE GOD in
shame.
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Note:-
The poem was selected for publication in book 'How to prevent rape & molestation' by Dr. Aroona Reejhsinghani.
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