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Synopsis for a Novel

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I read a book once,

one with a happy ending

the denouement didn’t suit my mood

I have to admit;

the good guy won out in the end

and got the gal,

justice was served,

the bad guys got their just desserts;

the sun presumably rose again

the following morning after the story ended,

over that small town in the middle of nowhere USA;

It’s always a small town,

the crooked politician, corrupt cop,

local businessman with too many secrets to conceal.

and some innocent gets in their way

by chance or accident,

fate really doesn’t mind which,

and then up pops the reluctant hero;

the saviour of the day,

honour, virtue and fair play;

and he is pretty much always

reluctant, hesitant, self-effacing

pushed to the limit

before he invariably acts,

displaying the customary tropes of being

a tad graphic, a touch sadistic and having a

a flair for the unexpected as he dispatches

each of the bad hombres in turn;

And so he wins in the end,

gets the gal and the kudos,

and most important of all,

the chance to do it all again

in the sequel.

A Poet’s Petition !

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Whole being is sprouted

with foliage of unwritten verses.

In eloquence vibration of the recitation is heard.

Impregnated passion of the poet pursue

for a benign aesthetic poetic indulgence. 

A poet is forlorn and weighed down by insatiable urge

when unfinished poems trembling on the finger tips.

A poet is euphoric and randomly writes

Silhouette of classics as if doped

to conquer hearts by indelible imprints.

 

On full moon nights often he inhales the mist of moon

He listens to the whispers of stars and universe.

As a drunkard he gulps the ecstasy of ocean

and sleep serenely on the canopy of sky in aloof.

In spite of a hidden heralded purpose flame

his instinctive longing which is more than

just to saturate mere literary thirst.

The embedded vow of a poet refuses to succumb

Until, he signs his petition with his soulful blood.

For his blessed pen is a tool to voice and to escalate

the quandary of humanity by resigning

the reigning discrimination and injustice.

For he is capable of assimilating the vintage of virtues.

He is bestowed with sensitivity to gasp what his senses grasp

so never miss the unseen woes that drips as pearls of tears.

His ink never dries out of worshiping humanity and justice,

nor he is satisfied of admiring beauty, love, joy and peace.

For he is not only a poet but a destined warrior who fights 

the tyranny of terrorism and razor casteism and racism with pen.

The soul of a poet is stirred whenever a woman’s respect is robbed

so his poetic prowess tries for a paradigm shift to regain her pride.

 

Before he wraps in his holy wrath                                          

Before any hand tears his loyal petition                                                        

He assures to write and write until the judgement day comes.

It is a poet’s petition he meditated upon every moment.

 

© Maaya Dev 2015 March

 

Nore:- March 21st being International Poet’s Day, I wish to dedicate this poem to all poets !

 

 

Axiomatic – 2

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I often don’t bother to

look up the meaning of words ,

words that already know me

words that know exactly

how they’ll get used ;

They all know their places ,

where each and everyone of them

is expected to be without being asked ;

The kind of words I use

are reliable ,efficient and

add that certain something to

otherwise dull pedestrian corteges

of paragraphs and verses ;

I often don’t bother to

look up the meaning of words ,

they seldom give me cause to doubt

their abilities and I give

them no cause to doubt mine

Axiomatic

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I sometimes look up

the meaning of words ,

words that I already know

words that are well acquainted with me ,

my use of them has

a purpose a plan and outcome ;

I’d rather not waste them

nor I feel do they gain

much satisfaction knowing that

my making use of them

might be somehow construed

as frivolous or trivial ;

I sometimes look up

the meaning of words ,

not out of any doubt as

to recalling their precise meaning or use ,

but rather to reassure myself

of how well stocked my arsenal is .