Category: English Poems

Mask of Smile

 

His eyes invited me to have a glance
They looked in fact bit strange, I couldn’t resist
In fact a pair of graves with lots of dirt
It’s not his shiny face, not his normal glance !
 
As dressed a gentleman, a common look
Full suit, a pair of shiny skin and boots
And modern suitcase like any business man
Was shaved and neat, precisely groomed and brushed !
 
But it’s a faked himself, we see in him
Discrete and grave, a truth he has behind
He now hiding that by a smiling face
It is though hard to keep his face behind !
 
He’s acting as the best of men around
Not let his mates get all his truth behind
It is not just this man, but me and you !
It’s not just us, it’s every one around !

I am selfish

I watch these people who are on the go
Each person here is acting so engaged  
I can’t see their eyes, won’t see a thing around
Wearing dark sun glasses, their eyes are made blind  

They will not hear you, when scream for help 
All are now wired to have their own world of tunes  
Their hands will not comfort you any more   
They try to explore, how to catch the Sun tonight !!  

They will not see you, or lift their head around  
They dig in wide and open books that deep   
In case they have none of these kind around   
They may pretend to be asleep that deep

Now it is a trend to swipe, type and talk on the go
Nothing worries them that happen behind the
They don’t care even if they stopped the whole town !
They don’t really know what they are doing !

This man in front is fully wired, Suddenly paused,
Staring at his phone, Swearing really Loud
Swiped Up and Down few times in a hurry
Standing in the middle, on that Pedestrian Cross !

Parents of this day, silents their kids with devices
As they won’t cry, argue or even feel Hungr
Kids become self sufficient in technologies
They learn everything faster than their parents !

It is not modern to assist someone around you !!
These beasts and race are now being destroyed 
It appears like nothing of their concerns
It looks like there are someone else for that job ! 

Burnt Mustard Seeds

I was on my train to work, sitting on that window seat
Got up early in morning, didn’t finish my sleep
At one train station, woke up from my nap, out of surprise !
Not sure if I was in a kitchen, or still day dreaming !?

Realized that I was still in the train, going to my work !
Kitchen was not in my dreams, sitting opposite to me !!
That girl who was really beautiful, but smelled like fried eggs,
Burnt oil, cracked mustard seeds and curry paste !!

I loved my cooking all the time, I do experiments 
Fried eggs, cracked mustard seeds and turmeric
Added curry pastes and my chosen Meat or veggies
Enjoyed my meal with my friends and family

Even when I lived in a single room apartment, as single
I could keep the smell of my curries and pastes private
How could I live without my Curries and Fried Proteins ?
I knew my likes are always mine, I never smelled like Curry !

Everyone like the tastes and smells of curry on their table
Not on the train, sitting next to them, on a daily basis
Everyone like to wear some sort of perfumes to smell good
Not that smell of burnt oil, fried mustard seeds and curry !

Let us keep the smell of our curries at home, our own
Wear something else than we cooked with, Washed and Fresh
Make sure our curries and smells are our pride and our own 
Don’t share with those who could never liked them !!

Keep your Jackets and bags away from your Fry pan
Have a shower after cooking your curries ! Or you smell like Curry !
People around you will not tell you anything or that you stink !
But they will curse you all the way to their work, for sure !!

I bought my Lord a Meal !!

World was busy and almost settled down   
Time for dinner and the Lord was hungry 
He was dressed in a bright yellow jumper   
And a short under pants, that was too old   
He was bare footed, not a pair of thongs
He’s really old and had a pleasant face   
It was my Lord with grey hair and white beards 
He had a trolley bag, and his home in it
He was looking for some help around  
No one did care, too busy in their world

Lord was hungry, no one bought him a meal 
He started to search in the garbage bin
For some bits and pieces of food to eat !
Here comes the Cops, Peace keepers of the land   
Awful for them seeing him in the bin
They didn’t truly care what he was looking for
“Ours is a rich land, shame to eat from a bin !
Not a third world state to feed from that bin !”
But, He had no money to buy a meal
He was hungry, No one gave him a meal !
 
They took him to where they feed those poor   
They in fact wanted to give him a meal 
It was me, the lucky staff at that place !!  
My Lord came to me for a meal that night !! 
Escorted by the Peace keepers of the land   
I was helpless as No meals were left in the kitchen 
I can’t send my Lord back to the bin that night
It would be too bad to send him back in hunger   
I offered him my meal, I planned to buy   
From the shop at my dinner break that night !  

Gave cash to those Cops to buy him a meal 
“No, Thanks Mate, we can’t touch your money   
It’s outlawed, but you can buy him a meal”
I ordered a meal for the Lord, a decent one
“Not that expensive, some thing cheap will do”  
Cops insisted to save me some money   
“It is my pleasure to buy Him a meal”, I said
We can never take your money, they continued
But we can always give you some money  
For what you have spent for this homeless man.  

I told them with a smile : Thanks for that mind
Why didn’t you gave him a meal, with that cash,
If you can give me money ? No answer !!
They asked me, what time I would finish my shift,
To buy me a drink as a thanks giving !!
Don’t buy me anything, buy for someone,  
Next time when you see them searching in those bins !
Thanks for giving me a chance to feed this man !!

Here comes the meal and a drink for my Lord   
Handed to my Lord’s shivering hands,
He walked away with a smile on His face  
It was very bright through his white, long beards 
Lord walked away to sit down and to have his meal
He was hungry and I gave him a meal that night !!
Thank you Lord for having me to feed you 
For many around me, who missed that chance !!

Hey beautiful Lady !!

Hey beautiful Lady, it’s really scary to look at your face
With layers of colours, coats of different shades,
Modified eyebrows, extended eyelashes, painted eyelids, 
Pierced nostrils, eyebrows, lips and ears

Do you ever wash your face and hands ?
Do you ever wash your hair and body ? 
How can you wash off these expensive Makeup, Right !?
Sorry, I didn’t think of those economy involved !

I really feel pity on your partner (in current terms of political correctness)
who can’t even kiss you without being painted on !
Who get scarred by those sharp metal piercings on your body.
Who has to put up with those chemicals and pastes on your face and body on a daily basis !!

Please go, have a shower, apply some nice moisturising creams on your face and body,
Maintain your natural beauty, naturally; not by the over use of those chemicals. 
Try to be young looking, in any age, naturally !!
Hey Beautiful Lady, can show your face in public without any makeup ?? I really wonder !!

Do not smoke me off, Dear !

I was trapped one day among these smokers
In the heart of this advanced capital City 
Every person is so health conscious here
Everyone is all right, educated and smart 

All are working at these high offices  
But are not at all bothered of others 
Who does not smoke, but are helpless among them 
I am just one of them who doesn’t smoke here   

We are now being killed by this people    
Kill themselves and us by inhaling smoke
Those evil fumes come out of the cigarettes
Blow it then out to the rest of the world    

They’re tied themselves at the tip of their smokes
This end is straight on my face and my nose ! 
Governments ban public smoking, who cares !
“We have got all rights to smoke here and die” !!

“It is my right to smoke, my right to die 
If you charge me, I’m more than happy
That you acknowledge my will, my death wish,   
If you fine me, I don’t care, I am fine” he says

Smoking is not that cheap, costs a fortune
I heard them say in the past in secret  
One cigarette can feed a family
Not in our land, in those ‘third world countries’

Pack of smoke costs about forty dollars in 2019
Of which they can feed a household of four
For more than a week in those poor countries 
It is not easy to calculate so, who cares !!

I’m not here to say stop, send those money !
Stay healthy as you live in this terrain   
I don’t now care what you do to yourself   
But do care when you smoke to kill me off !!

“Life is Boring Mate”

City was on fire, yes, the real fire 
It started from a small town around
Everyone on their toes to put the fire off 
Too hard to manage, it was really hard 
We have lost some lives and live stocks 
Houses, cars, farms and so on 
Four men were killed, we have lost ten houses 
Everything on fire, no where to go to cool down 
Fire is spreading like a storm, that quick 
In a hot weather like this, it is really hot 
Everyone blame the climate change
Everyone blame the governments 
We are good in dumping anything on someone’s head 
Did anyone ask your children, how this happened ?
Did anyone ask yourselves, why this happened ? 

There comes a news from the media
Everyone said it was fake, No dear, it was not !!
It was the truth behind that fire !!
This boy in his teens, set this fire on 
Did anyone know the reason? 
It was surprising for me and you and to anyone !
He was bored ! Yes, He didn’t have any thing to do !
He had no good friends with him 
He had some in the past, but no more for  some reason 
He wanted to get some thing to do 
He set the fire on, as he could be busy 
To put off the fire with lot of people around 
Life was boring for him, he found a solution !
Let us keep our children busy and engaged !!
For our community to be safe around us !!

“I Came on a Boat”

He was quite drained, hungry and frustrated 
He left his loved ones back home, too far 
On a boat, came to this land of golden chances 
It’s not fully wrong, it’s not true either
Risking life on those tides, lots of lost ones 
It’s a gambling with life to live or die
Get lost or die in the midst of nowhere 
Drifting on a pack of wood nailed as one 
And called it a boat, to the heavenly world,
Somewhere milk and honey flows, sand of gold !! 

May not reach their dream world, heard those stories 
Sunk to the depth or were eaten alive
With no choice to live in their own home land 
As they may lose their limbs or even lives 
They may be tortured for no human cause 
It’s the man who rules the earth, with his own laws 
Just to show the rest that he is in control 
It is now the hatred that rules our world 
Lies become truth when every person repeats
Satan becomes God when everyone adore him

Let us try to know and help as we can 
No matter where ever they come from far 
Do not so matter what their colours are 
Try to follow, learn what language they speak 
Everyone has their limps, flesh and blood the same 
Moulded by our Potter from that same clay 
Only that soil varies as the land does
Everything is normal, part of our lives
We speak the similar way as all do
We all speak what our hearts ask us to speak

“This is How I Eat”

I watched them in our park, a dad with his two little girls 
He was eating a banana, No, teaching them how to eat !!
‘Look children, this is how we eat’, he said to those little ones
Take the skin off and keep the banana on the table 

Throw the skin in the bin, then bite and bite till the end 
Not like the monkeys eat, holding on and peeling bit by bit !
Some men also eat like those monkeys !
Come on Dad, it is too much for those young ones !!

Monkeys are right, No germs will go on your banana 
From the table, where the wild birds feed. 
Monkeys are right, No dirt will go in to your mouth 
From the hands hold your keys, coins and bags 

Man should learn from those monkeys 
How to eat, how to love and how to look after their mates 
We think we are always right, but try to learn from others !
There is always many things to learn from around !!

Its My Dog, My All

She had that dog with her all the time, 
Along with her possessions in that box 
Let me call her Lucy and her dog, Bruce 
They are on their own for the past three years   
Lost her husband four years ago, he is not dead   
He is lost to her, but not to the world   
One day, she found a puppy on the street
He was pale, stranded, bruised and too hungry  

Lucy shared him her meal, gave him a home   
Called him Bruce and he is her own from that day  
They travel, eat, drink and sleep together  
Even though they have no home of their own   
Sleeps on the streets, in this city of the rich 
I heard them say all the time, with pride  
We are the richest country in the world !
Then why these people sleep on our streets?  

She had all her possessions in that box,
Moving all over, where ever she goes
She is on her pension, just to feed them 
She can’t have a place of her own, to sleep   
It is too expensive to have a home here 
She can’t afford it, and she sleeps on our streets  

Her man cheated her, took her possessions   
She was thrown out of her home and his life   
She is fine now, no stress, no bills to pay  
They have a community to share here,  
On the street, they have their homes among us 
I am scared to call them Homeless, too scared !