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COLLEGE ADMISSIONS
The X’th standard student wept, he got only 95 per cent
The cut off for college admissions is 96%, everywhere he went
The parents were inconsolable, contemplating suicide
How can we face the neighbors, we have no place to hide
Their child got 96%, going to that same tuition class
Request for re-evaluation, the correction system is a farce
How can our child become a doctor or an engineer?
If he can’t get into a college to further his career?
We’ll have to buy a handcart, get him to deliver meals
Join the ‘dabbawalas’ union, that’s how his mother feels
Next year, I hear, the cut off will be around a 110%
Even people like ‘Einstein’ won’t get into college then
Make him a politician said his father scratching his belly,
Most of them are ‘8 std pass’, he'll do well in Delhi!
-Ernest .J. Flanagan
© -Ernest .J. Flanagan 2019
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ROAD TO NO-WHERE
Waterfalls all around
Makes my heart pound
To the rhythm of the waves of the sea
While mu memories jump in glee
A musical note in the air
A symphony here and there
Rustling leaves to the wind chime
Raindrops on my head they rhyme
No rules in the world to adhere
Untrodden paths explored sans fear
Eyes shut head on her shoulders resting
While the current of romance makes me without music sing
I wake up to see a wishing cloud
While I express my desire albeit too loud
I drive without distance in my mind
Don’t remember when I started, left my troubles far behind
- Yogesh karikurve
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Pilaho mujhe iss adha se pilaho
Pi janth bhi aaye nazar pithe pithe
Mila zakham aisa batana hai mushkil
Kate abh tho shayad umar pite pite
Kissi ne khushi chin li jab se meri
Gujarthe hai - shamo-shaher pite pite
Ye sara shaher math kuda lag raha hai
Hua mujhpe aisa asar pite pite
Uss jab se rakh sat woh pe loon semere
kate mere aton pahr pite pite
Agar maut bhi aaye thohai ye mumkin
Ajal ki bane hum safar pite pite
- Subhash K. Ajal
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Poets Corner
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OLD FOLKS AT HOME
Those of you who have old folks at home are blessed
Don’t think of them as a burden, this is a God given test
Appreciate the experience and wisdom that they bring
And the fact that they can advise you on almost anything
They are patient; they are peaceful, slow to anger and react
They have no guile or craftiness or cunning ways to act
They are not revengeful, boastful or devious in any way
They handle their own aches and pains with a smile each day
They are simple minded, not shrewd like you and me
The world they grew up in was not as complex as it can be
If we observe them with tolerance in their serenity
We will also gain some measure of their tranquility
-Ernest .J. Flanagan
© -Ernest .J. Flanagan 2019
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JUST KIDDING!
I was a kid someday
Felt so close to the moon
A ladder, a rope, a jump
Could reach there soon
Didn’t know how trees grew
But lusted for mulberries
Dirtied shirts and a few human chains later
Gobbled them up with ease
Fascinated with animals
And competing with dogs to bark
Admiring the colorful rainbows
Singing and tracing their arc
Reluctantly waking up early
Rushing to the morning school bell
Kicking a stone on the way
Getting up and running even I fell
Bags laden with heavy books
Yet never felt the pain
Injuries were cried over unhurt
And then treated with disdain
Homework was a big word
5 PM time to play
10PM back in bed
packing, praying for another good day
Was easy to love a woman
And lay my head on her breast
Forgetting the world around me
My troubles were at rest
For all the questions in life
God was to answer those
Now replaced by Google
We still need a net to browse
Friends were for playing
No trace of a mobile phone
The advent of the internet
Where is my childhood gone?
Was then in a hurry to grow up
Now I look back and pray
Waiting for the child in me
To jump in glee on CHILDREN’s DAY
-Yogesh karikurve
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THE ROCKING SADHUS
We went in search of them
They who lived bare
Survived on what they found
In places where no men dare
We went in search of them
We lived in tents so bare
Walked with blisters on feet
And rejoiced on things, earlier we would never dare
V graduated from rum to scotch
From boys we turned men
We spoke bot women, now bot daughters,
We r 40 now, we were 17 then
Running from hostels to classes proxied
Copying assignments, sipping tea
Whistling to windows, tracing GTs
Beating up profs n shouting in glee
Appearing for vivas or job interviews
Life was never easy but always fun
Then it was at the boss' beck n call
We enjoyed it seldom sitting, always on the run
We ran marathons,
We turned the tide
When troubles were knocking
We took them for a ride
Took a dip in the Kumbh
Happens once in a dozen years
We washed our sins
Allayed our fears
We went in search of them
But soon it dawned
We lived lives better
And inside us, THEM, we found!
Yogesh Karikurve
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SAVING WATER
Years from now there won’t be water to wash your face
Every last drop saved for drinking, might be the case
Bathing once in six months as they do in extreme cold lands
I envision extreme situations so everyone understands
We have to change our habits, change our wasteful ways
If we want our fresh water to last for the rest of our days
No more letting the tap run, while you brush your teeth
Don’t let your overhead tanks overflow on to the street
You’ll remember how you wasted water and you will cry
Because in future, every drop of water, you will have to buy
The rivers flow with toxic waste, the lakes will all run dry
No longer will the govt pump our regular water supply
Hard times are ahead, so, from now on we must prepare
Only if we save water, will we have water to share
-Ernest .J. Flanagan
© -Ernest .J. Flanagan 2019
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BLIND LOVE
Wind was cold, I could feel the heat. Heart was dead, but never missed a beat.
Love they say happens at first sight. But to call this love is right. But not quite right.
Looking for an answer when there is no question. Why can’t one just love the high of the emotion.
Holding hands and letting the soul free. A monkey jumping from a bush to a tree.
If marriages r made in heaven who breaks them? If lovers r forever who makes them?
If scientists only defined gravity, can I define love?
Wish I cud express it perfectly, but someone pls tell me how.
Flashing of an eyelid, stuttering of words. Dreaming of places n flying like birds.
Hope Indra doesn’t ask me nor kamsa forces me to tell. I will say I never loved a woman like heaven, but I
sure loved her like hell
- Yogesh karikurve
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Poets Corner is place where Songwriters can post their songs with the hope that their words can connect with Composers
and be the place where Words meet a Tune, for some of the big hits in the future.
I REFUSE
I refuse to shout “Jai Shree Ram”, so will I be killed?
Will all the Hindu extremists be particularly thrilled?
Where is the freedom of religion our govt must ensure?
Not everyone wants to shout “Jai Shree Ram”, I’m sure!
Must we all be martyrs, and die for our respective Gods?
Are these ‘Bhakts’ real Hindus, or murderers and frauds?
Where is the peace and tolerance that all religions preach?
Where is the goal of secularism, governments should reach?
When did our beloved India divide itself on religious lines?
How can politicians decide how India prays or dines?
Are we heading straight for civil war? Will minorities revolt?
Do they expect all minorities to emigrate elsewhere and bolt?
Sad that more Indian people have begun to pick a side
Even those who are educated are not brave enough to decide
We are born here and we’ll die here, no matter what they say
We’re as Indian as any of them, and we’re here to stay!!!
-Ernest .J. Flanagan
© -Ernest .J. Flanagan 2019
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THE AGELESS STRUGGLE
Of all the battles fought
And wars waged for ages
Mankind’s immortal struggle
To win, never manages
This is the struggle
Of the head and heart
The former a genius
Latter inspiration of art
When heart is overpowering
It keeps thinking at day
But what a feeling it is
To be thus swept away!!!
During all the struggles
That head can’t comprehend
The heart gives you hope
“Don’t give up. fight to the end”
Many a time do we
Seek someone with our heart
But the head plays spoilsport
And keeps the twain apart
Or a long-term relation
That time hath taken its toll
We still drag the corpse
- Yogesh Karikurve
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TALKING EYE TO EYE
When my eyes meet your eyes
They love to greet each other
With lashes fluttering
And wanting to feel each other
When my eyes meet your eyes
They always check for a glint
That gives a hint
That all’s well with you
When my eyes meet your eyes
Sometimes they are just opened
To see a welcoming glance
And a bit romance
When my eyes meet your eyes
After something goes wrong
Fluttering for forgiveness
Heart beating a song
When my eyes meet your eyes
And we finished the fight
Looking for the familiar love
No matter how
When my eyes met your eyes
For the first time ever
Knew we are made for each other
Not to be distanced forever :)
- Yogesh karikurve
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THE CITIZEN REPORTER
The citizen reporter is always on the spot
With his smart phone camera he can capture a lot
The citizen reporter has the heart of an activist
His weapon is his smart phone held firmly in his fist
Garbage not removed or a drain that won’t close
Together with the TOI, keep the BMC on their toes
No longer can civic authorities be lethargic in their ways
TOI reports and pictures have already planned their days
A live video may be shot when a crime is taking place
The ‘perp’ gets arrested ‘cause the video shows his face
It’s getting more difficult for criminals by the day
Someone somewhere has a camera pointed their way
A bus stop that’s encroached upon or a public area blocked
Force the civic authorities into action before they are mocked
Thank you citizen reporter for contributing in your own way
Life in our city is certainly improving day by day.
-Ernest .J. Flanagan
© -Ernest .J. Flanagan 2019
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MINE AT NINE
On a breezy evening with romance in the air
My face turned and felt the breeze in her hair
We swayed to music and some good wine
Wishing and hoping she is mine
Her touch made my heart beat aloud
The moon was in full glow and azure was the cloud
She prayed to god ‘Please let it rain at this hour’
And the skies opened up for a welcome shower
She cuddled in my arms and I could feel my hopes soar
As if I had never been a teenager before
She opened her eyes and gazed
As in the sands we lazed
Precious moments are short-lived yet treasured lifelong
It lasted the whole evening yet it was short like a song
Our only witness- I prayed to the moon
With a hope in my heart that I will meet her soon
Now every time in the evening when the clock strikes NINE
I feel her in my arms…I feel that she is MINE!
- Yogesh karikurve
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and be the place where Words meet a Tune, for some of the big hits in the future.
THE ENVIRONMENTAL SONG
A is for the animals that will soon become extinct
B is the balance of nature we must preserve I think
C is for carbon footprint that we leave behind
D is for the damage caused by all mankind
E is for our eco system delicate and frail
F is for our forests that in protecting we fail
G is for global warming, the ice is melting fast
H is for our habitat, how long will it last?
I is for insecticides we spray on all we grow
J is for jungles with no wild animals any more
K is for kangaroo courts ineffective we can see
L is for legal recourse to punish the guilty
M is the mobilization of every woman and man
N is to nurture the planet and care as best we can
O is for oil slicks that spread upon the sea
P is for pollutants from which we’ll never be free
Q is a quantum leap in environmental protection
R is for rain water harvesting a necessary projection
S is for solar energy that we must collect and store
T is to tap and save it, not use fossil fuels any more
U is the urgent attention the environment needs today
V is vested interests politicians use their powers to sway
W is our watchdog, good work ‘Green Peace’ and others do
X is xenophobia, a distrust of political promises too
Y is you and me that must do our bit
Z is a zealous effort to save this planet
-Ernest .J. Flanagan
© -Ernest .J. Flanagan 2019
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A person you can trust
A person not too concerned about his/her future
A person that lives and lets live
A person who’s found the secret to happiness
A person who’s content with not being rich
A person who wants to make others happy
A person that’s often taken advantage off
A person who can mix easily with royalty or poverty
A person with a likeable personality
A person with a fragile ego
A person who can love deeply
A person who lives only for the appreciation
A person who dies inside when he/she cannot perform
A free thinker
A non violent person
A creative artist
A person who forgives easily
A person slow to anger
A person with many friends
A person who often overdoes his highs
A person whom God loves more
………..my musician friends can add the rest
I can’t think of everything !!
-Ernest .J. Flanagan
Those of you who have been around from the 1960's through the 1990's will remember the vibrant live music scene in almost every starred hotel in India. Those were the days when you walked into a nightclub like 'Rendezvous' at The Taj Mahal hotel and 'Supper Club' at the Oberoi Sheraton in Mumbai to see curtains going up on a band that was the prime focus of these outlets. Every seat in these restaurants allowed an unobstructed view of the band that performed every night on resident contracts. Today all this has disappeared thanks to some ridiculously high entertainment taxes on live music. Today, non off these hotels have complete bands playing save for a few that feature small duos or solo singers. The Lodhi in New Delhi, recently listed among the world's best hotels, decided to step in and rewind to the good old days. They got Goa's premier jazz quartet 'Jazz Junction' to move to Delhi on a resident contract and the decision has paid off in terms of footfalls generated by the band. Jazz Junction featuring singer Daniella Rodrigues, pianist Tony Dias,
bassist Colin D'Cruz and drummer Angelo Colasco began playing at The Lodhi in June 2018. Four months into the contract the band generated a sizeable following, with quite a few high profile guests choosing to celebrate their special occasion at the Elan bar where the band performs. Against all odds the rewind option proved to be a huge success and hopefully other properties around the country takes the cue to trigger a whole new revival of live music.