WHAT TIME HAS COME, WHAT PEOPLE IT HAILS?

What time has come, what people it hails?

Moralities,religion and integrity are on sale;

Imagine the times in the past and its people-

Who sacrificed their lives for these scruples.


Watch families of today, where parents neglected;

Daughters are raped and one's sisters transacted!

What time has come, what people it hails?

Moralities,religion and integrity are on sale;


There is no rule and no law as money is the obsession!

Hence brothers kill brothers and seek solace in religion;

What time has come, what people it hails?

Moralities,religion and integrity are on sale;


Dumb and deaf form the Government, full of hooligans-

Where misrule abounds who cares for the cries of citizens?

What time has come, what people it hails?

Moralities,religion and integrity are on sale;


Talks of hunger alleviation are false promises of fake administration,

How can poverty be eradicated if we are not a disciplined nation?

What time has come, what people it hails?

Moralities,religion and integrity are on sale;


Corruption is in our veins, taking bribe is a matter of right-

So talk of moralities is useless when scandals fill our lives;

What time has come, what people it hails?

Moralities,religion and integrity are on sale;


How will this nation fight the rising clouds of terror?

No noise can awaken our leaders from deep slumber;

What time has come, what people it hails?

Moralities,religion and integrity are on sale;


What were those times when a lady with jewellery bedecked-

Embarked on a journey at night but without a scratch returned!

What time has come, what people it hails?

Moralities,religion and integrity are on sale;


"Rajee" how will those days ever return when our big leaders--

Talk like parrots but rarely ever they are the promise-keepers;

What time has come, what people it hails?

Moralities,religion and integrity are on sale;
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If I am silent, my dear, let me be so---------

If I am silent, my dear, let me be so;

Lest the hearts be in flames, if I spoke.

Please Note:-

Road side rantings shall not turn lies into truth-

As a tree without fruits never downwards droops;

Changing colours like a chamleon is your pastime-

But my greenary in all seasons is ever pristine!


Because:-


We talked behind doors, let talks remain so-

The place will rock if some secrets I disclose;

If I am silent, my dear, let me be so-

Lest the hearts be in flames, if I spoke.



You say anything, then, claim it is in jest-

I say a few words you term them as pest;

It is not my habbit to name persons as such,

Should you initiate it, I must repay the debt?


If I am silent, my dear, let me be so;

Lest the hearts be in flames, if I spoke.

I know I have no status in this place as yet,

But I willl anchor here to be embedded, I bet;


As cuckoo of the orchid, each branch I will flirt,

Other day I had fun; future, too,it will be mirth.

If I am silent, my dear, let me be so;

Lest the hearts be in flames, if I spoke.


The news of your arrival , "Rajee", is now, in the air-

Some dislike your style, but your gait to some endear;

Remain focussed, you shall sure reach your destination;

While you pass through many milestones and obstructions.


If I am silent, my dear, let me be so;

Lest the hearts be in flames, if I spoke.
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Halt there, O' dear life! please reduce your speed somewhat----

Halt there, O' dear life! please reduce your speed somewhat,
I have been constantly on the move, let me have some rest.


It were those childhood dreams, which I passionately chased;

Got so embroiled in them that fun of my youth I had missed.

Halt there, O' dear life! please reduce your speed somewhat,

I have been constantly on the move, let me have some rest.


Many a goals I had achieved but I was never to be contented,

As the race went on, sorrow and ecstasy were both presented.

Halt there, O' dear life! please reduce your speed somewhat,

have been constantly on the move, let me have some rest.


There were those times when 'life' moved slowly, so did I;

I don't know how it happened, but suddenly 'life' began to fly?

Halt there, O' dear life! please reduce your speed somewhat,

I have been constantly on the move, let me have some rest.


In this fast moving life, I came across land- mark destinations-

At times, my feet stumbled or it were simple miscalculations.

Halt there, O' dear life! please reduce your speed somewhat,

I have been constantly on the move, let me have some rest.


'Relatives- worries' or the 'pressure of my job' were never kind;

Also, the future of my children constantly troubled my mind?

Halt there, O' dear life! please reduce your speed somewhat,

I have been constantly on the move, let me have some rest.


I was so engrossed with the worries of the future, my dear!

I have no clue when my face aged and body had wear and tear.

Halt there, O' dear life! please reduce your speed somewhat,

I have been constantly on the move, let me have some rest.


I lament, I wasted my time always worrying for others,

Time to take rest now "Rajee", your tired feet dodder.

Halt, O' dear Life! Please reduce your speed somewhat;

I have been constantly on the move, let me have some rest.
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SPECTACLE OF TIMES!

My blood boiled on every issue for, hot-blooded I was in my prime,
Advancing age has mellowed me down and life has lost its shine.


Who shall I narrate my tale of woe, when emptiness keeps me company?
There was time when world bowed before me, now, who cares for me?


Alas! I wasred my happy moments of 'present times', worrying for 'tomorrow';
'Tomorrow' never came but life, at the mercy of others, is a bundle of sorrows.


There was time when people who had world at their feet, they felt shy of me;
And even those who claimed to be merchants of death, seeing me would flee.


Even the pages pf History do narrate to us an interesting episode!
Great ARJUNA and his GANDEEV were beaten by small time kids.

It is a spectacle of times "RAJEE", happy moments,once gone, never again arrive;
O,I've seen powerful men in their prime, crying in the closing years of life!
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MISMATCH!

Some times in life, strange persons one does find,

Whose obnoxious conduct reflects their small minds;

First five years of infancy make a child acquire traits-

Author of the book, I'm OK, you are OK, so does state.



Life beacons at them but they let the opportunity go by-,

As the environs they grow up might make them very sly;

Ego,hatred and jealousy then make them emit toxic fumes-

Which, often, turn a blossoming orchid into savage dunes.



Long long ago, a friend was enticed by a charming face,

Infatuation so over -powered that they got married in haste;

Alas! the differences in their up-bringing were soon shown-

As man was from joint family and bride from a broken home.



Cultural mismatch turned their homes into a battlefield,

Arrogance of the girl ensured no comromise be reached;

Suspicious and cynnical, she always dreamt him flirting,

Fed up with her daily barbs, the man kept slowly drifting.



But the lady became a nuisance even in their locality ,

When neighbours got enraged with her split personality;

Her hypocritical ways were unbearable for even her friends,

Because they all realised she was not what she pretends.



Soon it was apparent she loved the company of freaks;

Lunacy and perversion was beefed up by wanton deceit;

One day an old lunatic enticed her with verbal aerobatics,

She lost her wits and fell for scheming fox's virile antiques.



The neighbors were anguished at her unacceptable deeds,

While the wily old man exploited her for his own sexual needs;

Unmindful of own acts, she would accuse husband of adultry,

One day temperature rose very high and weather became sultry;



Selfish old man smelt his chance to exploit the vulnerable lady,

He told her husband that the unfaithful woman carried his baby.

This was enough to put to an end to the tale of love at first sight-

When emotions over-power one, not easy to judge what was right?



To live in a social system, one must follow its well-set norms;

I should become We, if one wants to avoid marital storms;

Self-righteousness ought to give way to adjustment and compromise---

And broken-home children must grasp virtues of joint family ties?

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