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A spontaneous pouring out of events around us stirred up the exalted feeling that turned out the six-liners every so often with ingenuous outpouring of words with no premonition or delusion of any breed save purely as the spirited interaction of the human mind with the environment around us.
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Release dateSep 11, 2011
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    Around Us - Kalyan Deb

    Around Us

    Prelude

    A spontaneous pouring out of events around us stirred up the exalted feeling that turned out the six-liners every so often with ingenuous outpouring of words with no premonition or delusion of any breed save purely as the spirited interaction of the human mind with the environment around us.

    Chapter 1: Life around us

    Some have it all

    Beauty, health, wealth, life

    Envy of others

    Watched by jealous have-nots

    Some have it all

    Nursing secret misery

    Having all the woes in the world.

    Gift of tooth fairy

    A quavering earth crying for help

    Eight year old hides not her teeth

    But sends away wishing and praying

    Gift of tooth fairy

    To bring joy and relief

    Suffering melts, so innocent belief.

    Give not what you possess not

    Giving away so noble and supreme

    Pride and fame lure to steal

    Not knowing that fails the deal

    Give not what you possess not

    Can give truly what only is your own

    Mighty or trivial fetches the crown.

    You are so easy to talk with

    You live to talk and talk to live

    But find it hard to find one

    Whom you can say

    You are so easy to talk with

    So do not talk but only listen

    To heal others’ wounds so be he live.

    (But) aging goes on maturing

    Redolent of days that are past

    Memories that do not ever last

    Haunting fear of greying and fading

    (But) aging goes on maturing

    Like vatfuls of wine, genes of life

    Perpetuate even death after.

    My best days are past

    The aged weeps

    The young bawls

    The child screams

    My best days are past

    They all cry foul

    Today’s the best day of all.

    We despise so dispose of our dead

    We inhume our dead

    We incremate

    We feed our dead to the birds

    We despise so dispose of our dead

    We fear death not knowing

    Death makes life worth living.

    (Only) love illumes life

    Health shines

    Knowledge powers

    Wealth provides

    (Only) love illumes life

    And shows the path

    True to trace.

    Famous lives inspire us

    We hail them and follow their trail

    Believe they are larger than life

    We frame them as famous so

    Famous lives inspire us

    And we learn how only to earn fame

    Being on our own not under their shade.

    The dumb millions make their say

    They till the soil and toil their way

    To live beyond day by day

    Invious and faceless but voiceless nay

    The dumb millions make their say

    In unison insuperable are they

    Soever no might can stand in the way.

    A respectful ye earns the fruit of learning

    When you behold with esteem and

    Listen with deference and

    Read with the reverence due

    A respectful ye earns the fruit of learning

    Only so shewn the seeds are sown

    Springing the tree of learning to life.

    You get back what only you give

    Life is not what you tend to have

    Life is what you mend to live

    You wish to possess all you can but

    You get back what only you give

    You learn from life singly by living

    That cannot you undo stay away from doing.

    Life is a leveller and death equaliser

    When you go up you look down upon (others)

    When low you gaze at (them) with dismay

    Unaware you ride along the wavy way (to the end)

    Life is a leveller and death equaliser

    The lesson you never learn but surely face

    The ample and the abased with equable grace.

    Religion is all that but

    A devoted fidelity

    A belief in powers unseen

    Pursuing holy rites

    Religion is all that but

    Never a retreat with blind faith

    That eludes the path not illumes.

    Truth is only a myth

    Perceived by senses

    Believed in by faithfuls

    Proven beyond doubt thru’ learning

    Truth is only a myth

    As we renege to consent it to be true

    If not it spills over that’s resiant as untrue.

    The maiden voyage was slated by the wronged

    Apartheid yielded

    Equality endured

    Privileged unscented for ever

    The maiden voyage was slated by the wronged

    Only then the course pursued (and)

    Everyone avouched with no dissent.

    Until you hunt for the valued treasure

    Wisdom, patience, skill, perseverance

    Immense of all that but unheeded

    Gems strung splendidly but unglittering

    Until you hunt for the valued treasure

    Like a drop of pure water in the ocean

    Reprieve of the verity in the humble lexicon.

    Privilege once earned (is) never to part with

    Power of men over women

    Rich over poor, unjust over fair

    Stem out of natural evolution (and then)

    Privilege once earned (is) never to part with

    Wars were fought and revolutions staged

    Privilege altered places only to lord over again.

    Every success story has a beginning

    Like every journey begins with the first step

    Every voyage with the first wind on its sail

    Every wish the maiden effort to come true

    Every success story has a beginning

    Leading to its destined end

    Anew with a prime stroke to the fore.

    History evens things up in the end

    The rise and fall; and rise again

    Victor over the vanquished; reverses begin

    No matter what you do or the way you tend

    History evens things up in the end

    Out wipes you and your acts leaving no trail

    Immortal virtues over vices prevail.

    A child jockey (weeping) on a camel’s back

    Snatched away from his mother’s arm

    Lured away for a paltry sum

    Grinding poverty and abduction (made him)

    A child jockey (weeping) on a camel’s back

    Watching him for ages you wake up now (making laws) to ban

    Give him back his best years (he lost) if you so can.

    Two small bare palms and a hungry face

    Deft little fingers tie delicate knots

    Tiny hands hold the hammer, push, pull and knead

    Weary eyes stare in the dark sweat shops

    Two small bare palms and a hungry face

    Appear on fancy wares you display with grace

    The child labour, the icon of immodesty to the core.

    Darkness melted afore the triumph of light

    A festive mood in the crowded mart

    Marred by the harrowing shattering blast

    Slinking perils fordoing the Diwali night (but)

    Darkness melted afore the triumph of light

    With twinkling diyas; a glittering sight

    Ushering anew the advent of life.

    This is Africa (today)

    Primaeval men first walked on its soil

    Endowed by nature in abundance

    Invaded and despoiled over ages

    This is Africa (today)

    With its indomitable spirit rising afore

    Affirmed to reign over its own destiny.

    Awesome courage in a man’s world

    Cruel tribal custom patronising the sham

    Dishonouring savagely in the name of honour

    Woman victim seeks justice showing

    Awesome courage in a man’s world

    Insensible country folks stowing faces away

    The world trumpeting only inane rhetorics.

    No sinner without a future (but)

    Inches away from Impeachment

    Imposed for the playboy act

    Restoring the veil with vigour

    No sinner without a future (but)

    Shame that he goes on to honour

    The womanhood he so portrayed with horror.

    They kill us (birds) in millions

    We cause the flu, the bird flu

    As they say we do

    So to save them from us

    They kill us (birds) in millions

    We do not live for us but for them so

    We die for them as well too.

    The world is full of fantasy

    Events galore

    Hopes soar

    Dreams pursue

    The world is full of fantasy

    Sufferings are only real

    That precede all weal.

    Dissent with others and puritans would waste away

    Keep in religion at home

    Inside your own heart

    Bound only by your own belief

    Dissent with others and puritans would waste away

    Inequality causes and concatenates all trouble

    Religion only a commodious veil.

    To decide dress code of the millions

    Trace back over the years

    Pursue with hows and whys

    Make bare nature preceded religions

    To decide dress code of the millions

    From head to toe, over and under, and thru’ all seasons

    Do not put on and put up with those not defraying reasons.

    You make a paradox in disgrace

    You equate nation with your religion

    Denying others equal rights

    Crown your religion with tolerance

    You make a paradox in disgrace

    Fear not from others when

    You have faith in your own.

    Look for the attitude not the origin

    Eternal debate goes on between

    Private and Public ownerships

    Both showing mixed fortunes

    Look for the attitude not the origin

    Of the owners that provides

    The key to gain or loss.

    The only way to breathe again

    Free trade is a conjuror

    Conqueror of the weak and the fallen

    It provides no respite but

    The only way to breathe again

    Freedom is the spring of strength for you to muster

    And limitless means for you to go after.

    So you arrive at your goal with your ideal in sight

    Fight for the goal not the ideal

    Secure its aid only to set right

    The way to trace and counter all evil

    So you arrive at your goal with your ideal in sight

    Ideal awanting you never reach your goal

    Vainly striving for ideal makes you cry foul.

    Be a part of nature not apart from it

    In nature lies our origin

    With nature may we live and grow

    We forget and create our own outside it

    Be a part of nature not apart from it

    You may defy all laws still cannot nature

    Our wisdom and senses thru’ obeisance only mature.

    A garden pleases but frustrates

    Tidy, clean and manicured

    With lined up plants and colours

    With beauty ordained so restrained

    A garden pleases but frustrates

    With a rude pasture, silvan and rustic, wild and random

    With surprises at every step the thirst truly slakes.

    We crown with it our own burden of worry

    We love our friends dearly

    And be all ears to their weal

    But knowing even of a tiny misery

    We crown with it our own burden of worry

    And pleasantly carry on strangely

    Feeling ever happier and lighter.

    Life’s no fun without the extras

    We pay when there’s no other way

    We steal when you are looking away

    We deal when we feel we got our way

    Life’s no fun without the extras

    We love to get no matter which’s a give away

    Haves with have-nots meet at bay.

    The making of a Saint

    Love, dedication, service

    Suffering and sacrifice

    Virtues in abundance

    The making of a Saint

    Calls for a miracle too

    A morsel of a scruple imbibed.

    Every storey has a twist

    Every story tells of a twine

    Unseen until unveiled

    Life’s a story of storeys where

    Every storey has a twist

    Above and aneath alike

    Unfurled uttered unfeigned.

    There’s no place like your home

    You go places, live and grow

    Seek solace, make pals and sow

    Your dream, and stroam; only to find

    There’s no place like your home

    That you may truly embrace

    Espying the pleasance you crave.

    There’s no home like your own

    You love to call it a home

    Strinkling with hope and

    Blending with desire; only to find

    There’s no home like your own

    That leads you away

    Beckoning at the end of the spoor.

    Help from others did help you to rise

    You deny help but counsel instead

    Proudly citing you’re only self made

    Looking behind you’d find to your surprise

    Help from others did help you to rise

    Deny not what you’d go on to need

    Be blessed bestowing what others to you did.

    You look only the way you think

    Not old but wise

    Big but not fat

    Not ugly but elegant

    You look only the way you think

    And so make others believe

    And behold at you with grace.

    In his black hat with a freak nose behind the veil

    A wonder boy blessed with the gift

    Of dancing and singing to everyone’s delight

    Fancied for life; turning to fantasy

    In his black hat with a freak nose behind the veil

    Indicted but rescued into oblivion

    Ever in the myriad world of suspicion.

    A lady with grace and wit

    Buy one and get one free with it

    But it is hard to find

    When you are looking for

    A lady with grace and wit

    Be wise and seek either

    Try both and lose all together.

    We all need support

    One for all and all for one

    Be a family, community or firm

    To be and live beyond

    We all need support

    In peace and war

    In trade or want.

    At the end you crave for intellect

    Strangely at the beginning you neglect (it)

    In quest of beauty and wealth

    In both men and women

    At the end you crave for intellect

    For the want of it

    You remain ever awanting.

    Good players but seldom cricketers are they

    Tampering with the ball, scraping the turf

    And appealing when far from due

    Commerce fordoing fair play

    Good players but seldom cricketers are they

    Taking the shine off the ball and the game too

    Baring hollow ugly desire to win.

    Peace imbibes fear

    Peace is more sinister than war

    Not reassuring but demanding

    Temporal being temerous

    Peace imbibes fear

    Of slinking into war

    Pretentious as ever.

    Our aspiring budding youngs

    Our sporting talents and all time greats

    Sprang out of poor slums

    Suffused with sumptuous provisions

    Our aspiring budding youngs

    Must not slight the motif

    That took their sporting heroes to the cliff.

    New habits of life and recreation

    Amazing results and progress

    Developments in every domain

    Grew out of the needs and

    New habits of life and recreation

    Desire to acquire unbounded

    Meeting only with a dolorous end.

    Let us do it again

    We both have greyed

    She said with a smile

    He saw the spark and didn’t miss the twinkle

    Let us do it again

    He said approaching (and)

    Together made the beginning.

    Bowing to the perils of life

    No woman walks down the wayward path

    On her own; but when

    Instincts desert her

    Bowing to the perils of life

    She so longed to live

    Espousing only as an escapade.

    A model poses for all but her own

    Walking down the catwalk

    Wearing a look and the attire

    So alien and away from life

    A model poses for all but her own

    Trading her unwary soul

    With the precious merchandise.

    When at customer satisfaction quality aims

    The race for quality has no finish line

    No feat is achieved if no goal is in sight

    The anomaly tends to happily end

    When at customer satisfaction quality aims

    Limiting now at a mark within might

    Carrying the race beyond setting a new height.

    Only if amalgamation proved peaceful

    Migration ever followed a reason

    Natural, ismal or of coercion

    Benefacting the host nation to the full

    Only if amalgamation proved peaceful

    Never bring chaos by rebellion

    Be reminiscent you too same way begun.

    Motivation is what gets you started

    A fervent desire, a dire need

    Opportunity aplenty or wanting

    You still are far from doing it

    Motivation is what gets you started

    Matters not how you gain your appetite

    Only when you have it you dine.

    To leave it unwashed till further use

    My coffee mug used to get mixed up in the workplace

    Even my special one was used by others

    Until I devised the devil’s way

    To leave it unwashed till further use

    By me only as no one else would take the trouble

    To wash it before using again.

    Habit is what keeps you going

    You do when without (doing) you die

    You leave when without (staying) you live

    Let-alone you stay away from doing

    Habit is what keeps you going

    So you learn and rote and in a hard way

    Form the custom, which’s the only way.

    Every one is a winner

    Champion of the dictum

    That the winner takes all

    Lets loose the hell to be not the loser

    Every one is a winner

    Is decried as pusillanimous until

    You descry the winner winning for all.

    Life ordained to be without living

    A marriage with a prenup

    Like trying daily the cup-a-soup

    Anon to be risible and banal

    Life ordained to be without living

    Being fearful of dying

    Invites demise soon after.

    I wouldn’t have begun if it was not there

    I got going as it was made at hand

    I gave up even it was still there

    But after suffering only due to what

    I wouldn’t have begun if it was not there

    So it makes sense to wipe out by law

    Of consensus what is sensed to be evil.

    With the living that grieved

    Mourning followed the death

    Funeral at its heels

    I watched and shared the sorrows

    With the living that grieved

    And departed to live beyond

    Destined to return to the grave.

    At your death bed extolling (you)

    You live a full life

    Fulfilling every of your wish

    And of others who surround (you)

    At your death bed extolling (you)

    (And) slighting off the one who couldn’t

    But who you only follow fonly (at the end).

    A way of life for its followers

    Hinduvta is a culture as ancient as mankind

    With origin obscured, hailed as a religion

    Only with others in comparison

    A way of life for its followers

    Believing in every other belief

    That followed embracing its virgin edict.

    And traveled far and away only to fall apart

    Christianity, Islam and Judaism

    All sprang out from the same source

    Harmoniously; only at different ages

    And traveled far and away only to fall apart

    Seeking supremacy by men who preached

    What the religion never proclaimed.

    Embracing any while you (are born and) live away

    Trace back and you would find

    Language, culture and religion

    Are bound to the places of their origin

    Embracing any while you (are born and) live away

    Makes you an alien in your own place of stay

    Even when you are in your homeland.

    Presently abandon peaceful means

    Human culture and religion

    That grew out of violence and

    Pursued the path of invasion

    Presently abandon peaceful means

    Over the pretext of salvation and

    Defying endeavor to undo stagnation.

    Unless it dawns on you

    Road rage is a menace

    A nuisance for victims and culprits as well

    Law and pursual failing to act

    Unless it dawns on you

    That you cease to be a victim

    Only when you refuse to be a culprit.

    But seldom a woman, couldn’t spare the time

    You have been a daughter and a wife

    No, wives, counting the times

    And a mother too, many a time

    But seldom a woman; couldn’t spare the time

    Born and made to play the role

    A body with the departed soul.

    Dreaming to lord over all other

    You’re born as a son and a brother

    And grew up to be a husband and a father

    Aiming to be a hero and a conqueror

    Dreaming to lord over all other

    The lure of becoming the master

    Fails you to serve as a man.

    Father of the first believer was a non-believer too

    You nod to say you adore your father

    And nod again saying he did your grandfather

    Tracing in your vein the strain inerasable

    Father of the first believer was a non-believer too

    Even in his other belief, he was one of you

    He is still the one, among others around you.

    By people (amid people) who showed up as WMDs

    Every one was wrong when

    No one (in Iraq) could find WMD

    Then (when) mass killings went on for weeks and months

    By people (amid people) who showed up as WMDs

    Every one was proved wrong again

    About the wisdom, need and desire to have it (at all) begun.

    The virtues are awanting

    The need to attribute your religion

    With peace, harmony and tolerance

    Bares the fact disturbing

    The virtues are awanting

    Like you hail facts as true facts

    Only to hide them from the truth.

    Alike when you couldn’t (but only wished to do)

    Do not grieve over what you didn’t do

    It’s as good as if you did it (in the past)

    Feeling you derive (from what you did do)

    Alike when you couldn’t (but only wished to do)

    Be the pain you suffer or your gain from pleasure

    For not doing or in doing it, is no more forever.   

    Making (mockery of) a marriage only when you must

    Marriage was sacred (to you) in the past

    Allowing (the other spouse) to abuse you to the last

    Fearful you began to live together first

    Making (mockery of) a marriage only when you must

    Hoping (vainly) truly you found the recipe but

    Staying together you only live far apart.

    Let not go your man hungry ever

    It’s only a simple truth behind

    Our long and happy married life

    A mother saying to her daughter pubescent

    Let not go your man hungry ever

    And you’ll be sure he shall leave you never

    Till death doeth you two part.

    Creating the peace of only the graveyard

    Crying for peace in the name of religion

    Having no regard for the human mind

    The way Nazis, Bolsheviks, Talibans did

    Creating the peace of only the

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