Manipulative

When a politician stands up,

For the people and the nation;

When terrorists slaughter,

In the name of God;

When you do a noble deed,

But your name isn’t there;

When you die and people cry,

In pity for dead;

Isn’t like an airplane landing

in a rail road.

All too manipulative,

Just as kittens barking and sun

setting in the east.

You see, human mind is the

cause to creation.

And human mind is the 

cause to debacle of all.

We survive realizing it,

but without questioning it.

We, in a world too

manipulative.

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Too Late

Take care. Goodbye,’

I said to you.

Decades ago, once,

In the august noon.

Yet here we sit,

Hand in hand.

Why so,

Under this lovely moon?

I asked you to keep upon,

The word to leave me alone.

Never to meet you again,

With love flowing in my veins.

And I tell you tonight and every night,

What a lover may speak,

To a lover,

All about myself, my life.

The time you left me,

Time of despair that may be.

Every single second passed,

Like light years full of memories.

And now I see,

Why I wait for so long!

As for a goodbye,

It was too late, for you to be gone.

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What is Life?

So what is life after all?

Just a dance upon the grave!

Love is bound to come,

And so is hate.

Mercy, pity, sympathy,

For those not in equilibrium.

Admiration, lust, desire,

For those we need close to us.

Guilt and shame,

Comes to the coward.

War and peace,

Comes to the brave.

It all then ends up,

Under the name of death.

And what is life after all?

Just a dance upon the grave!

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Mirror

While my eyes wandered one winter afternoon,

Around the ‘cross-road dark miserable saloon,

I caught sight of that visage,

Wearing a devastated, forlorn blaze.

I stalked at him for long,

To know what has been so wrong.

And for a time we looked at each other’s moron face,

But none of us made slightest of the haste.

After a day passed or two,

I gave him a smile to move.

The face became restrained from gloomy.

I felt better and left the saloon none to roomy.

On the footpath, about the infirm man I thought.

Whom I made happy, whose was the morose face I saw?

Why that face stared at me in such a terrible horror?

What caged his ecstasy behind that small dark mirror?

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Iron Blood

Soldiers are made up of

no star dust.

The brave fluid flooding in

their veins is, 

red iron blood.

The powerful ferrous fights

every pain and grief.

While red sparks wisdom

and ken in it.

Why do you cry, mop and weep?

Is your blood blue, white or

fawn, is it?

Your hearts can’t fight pain or

bear shame for your deeds.

But a pure blood is warrior for life.

His red blood keeps him alive in

our memories.

He attains peace in the end, always.

A reward for his iron blood, indeed.

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Under the Lampshade

Under the lampshade,

I retrace those letters,

Written once to the hearts of men,

Who stood brave, at the battle gate.

Under the street light,

I repost those letters,

To my long dead forefathers,

As a parable of courage.

Under the moonlit sky,

I return back,

Crooning praises in a lay,

Of staunch commitments in war days.

Under the cross,

I send my regards,

And shed a tear for the martyrs,

Immortal in our hearts.  

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Hereafter

No more of those promenades,

Near the sea.

No more of those windy shades,

Under the tree.

No more of the hazel evenings,

I shared with you.

No more I can see the grass,

Covered with dew.

Where in the small life so soon,

My eyes have been?

No more I can see those beautiful,

Complacent scenes.

Upon me lies a heavy wooden slab.

Am I under my own grave?

Then speaks a voice,

From another compartment somewhere,

“The mean souls left us here!

Our eyes were just used to explore the world.

As fools, we thought –

‘It is the majestic life God did offer!’

And the mean soul left us,

Hence like a vagabond.

To start its voyage once more,

With new eyes of a new born.”

Copyrights by Mandovi Jadoun.