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Poem: Mother

August 16, 2017beautiful lines, column, poem, POETRY, quote, quotes and lines, Uncategorizedaffection, child, children, daughter, female, kids, kind, lady, life, lifetime, love, mom, mother, remembering, son, timeshravancharitymission

MOTHER

Years don’t distort,

Time doesn’t warp,

Lifetime doesn’t blot,

As mother’s priceless memory,

Always remains atop.

Even when I know you’re not there,

Yet there is always something,

That tells me,

You’re somewhere here and somewhere there,

For my life and for my care.

In the measure of time,

You carried me up to cloud nine,

Then cradled me with all the rhymes,

You fed me to grind,

And taught me to shine.

My maiden friend,

The first to comprehend,

My lifelong mentor,

And evergreen centre.

In the shackles of time

You were always mine,

But when shackles unshackled,

God took you away in no time.

And since you’ve gone

Life is bereft of umpteen charms,

But the soul connect is still alive,

That revives the vibes

And that’s how life thrives.

Of all you taught me,

Each virtue is still fresh,

I May have forgotten school,

But you’re still afresh.

As time passes,

More of it comes along,

Just like your loving memories,

That keeps coming on and on.

Ma you’ll never fade,

You’ll always shine like the jade,

As long as I live,

And even beyond my days.

By Kamlesh Tripathi

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GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

(Archived in 7 prestigious libraries of the US, including, Harvard University and Library of Congress. It can also be accessed in MIT through Worldcat.org. Besides, it is also available for reading in Libraries and archives of Canada and Cancer Aid and Research Foundation Mumbai)

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

(Co-published by Cankids–Kidscan, a pan India NGO and Shravan Charity Mission, that works for Child cancer in India. The book is endorsed by Ms Preetha Reddy, MD Apollo Hospitals Group. Book was launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2016)

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POEM: THE SUM TOTAL OF LIFE

June 17, 2017ARTICLE SPIRITUAL, beautiful lines, poem, POETRY, quote, snippet, spiritual, spiritual article, versesarrogance, ego, equation of existence, faith, goal post, humanity, karma, life, lifestyle, lifetime, mission vision, poem, poetry, religion, show off, simple ways, success, sum total, sum total of life, truth, values, virtuesshravancharitymission

The sum total of life was never easy to calculate,

And the equation of existence was never easy to evaluate,

Where, I had rubbed some, and some had rubbed me,

And from this tug of war I could never be free.

But I remember I was born with a mission,

That had a vision,

It also had a goalpost,

And it also had the foremost.

But then what went wrong?

That soon after I was born,

My mission changed and vision altered,

Goalpost shifted and I somersaulted.

Perhaps, in the windings of life,

Attractions were galore,

Where arrogance was available even in a road side store,

And where ego had become the dubious cynosure.

Slowly, all these had become the handy recipes for success,

Where, show off had become the order of the day,

Humbleness had become the emblem of the frail,

And politeness the solemn disgrace.

So, to stay the course,

I deviated from my umbilical holds,

To become that fashionable rogue,

Where, I too, cheated to the fore,

And intimidated others, galore.

One day I met God while walking on the road,

He asked,

Son! How are you?

I replied,

Who are you?

He said,

Well I’m God your creator,

I replied,

But you’re quite a traitor,

In utter disbelief,

He asked why?

I said because you belied,

About the journey of life,

By selling me the futile.

But how?

Asked God,

I said,

Where, it was arrogance you gave me some great mission,

Where, it was ego you gave me some stupid vision,

And where it was show off you gave me that wide goalpost.

But all that wasn’t required,

To rise higher,

So I changed my fire,

And with that my sire.

But son I had sent you there,

For everyone’s welfare,

But instead of welfare,

You became a malware,

And what will God do,

If it has sons like you?

That is your problem God,

If men can’t do what you want them to do,

Go create some other species,

That will help you chase,

Your mandate that is not easy.

Hold on my son,

Don’t throw such a referendum,

Life for you has just begun,

So, let me give you an ultimatum.

Mend your ways,

And return,

To those humble and noble sways,

For you have no idea,

Of the sum total of those stormy waves,

That will only strike you,

When you’re at the twilight of your days,

And that will be too late.

In pursuit of wild success man has imbibed arrogance, ego and show-off leaving behind those splendid virtues of a simple lifestyle. And it is only by practice of simple habits the sum total of your life will move towards the positive side.

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

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GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

TYPICAL TALE OF AN INDIAN SALESMAN

Story of an Indian salesman who is lowly qualified but fights his ways through uncertainities to reach the top. A good read for all salesmen. Now available in Amazon.com

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FINANCIAL PLANNING—THE MODERN DAY GOD

February 12, 2017article, article on career, causerie, column, quotes and lines, short article on business, Uncategorizedarticle, children's education, death, doctor, education, engineer, financial planning, health management, insurance, insurance policy, life, lifetime, mba, mediclaim, retirement, security, uncertainitiesshravancharitymission

By Kamlesh Tripathi

We all have heard this famous phrase—Kan kan mein Bhagwan and jako rakhe saiyan maar sake na koi. In the same breath, we should also reflect on, what Lord Krishna had to say in the famous epic Mahabharat—‘I will not do your ‘karma’ for you. You’ll have to that yourself.’ So in essence, all this forms the core ethos and purpose of our lives. No matter what religion you follow and which strata of society you come from. For, the God’s may vary, but the mission of life shall always remain the same. And in all of this—God helps, only those, who help themselves.

So, in the ultimate analysis we human beings can’t deny the terse reality that we all are born to serve the holy cause. That manifests, while we serve our family and even our society. But in the process we don’t get younger, on the contrary each day, we are only getting older. And, in the drift of life we often plan to give our children good education and values to make them skilled professionals. So that they can, not only compete nationally, but even globally. But that doesn’t come for free. Nor does it come with interspersed dimes here and there. Rather, it comes from some focused and astute FPI (Financial Planning & Insurance). Just, to cite and example. If we require a crore today, to make our child, a doctor. Twenty years hence the coveted amount will be three crores together with inflation, logistics, competition and new technology costs. So, while we often come across quite a few over ambitious parents, boasting aimlessly about the promising career of their children. They hardly do any FPI for it. And, then they say, we love our children. Isn’t that a sham?

In the same run up most of us think we are immortal. That I will never die. So we don’t ever visualize a situation. Where, we’ll leave home one day, never to return. But in that case, who will run my establishment, feed my children and beyond that who will educate them. The litmus test would be to ascertain, which relative of mine will pay for all this and for how long. And the buck doesn’t stop there. As the clock keeps ticking with each breath—remember we are only getting older. For as long as you can work, the moolah will pour in. But when you stop working, where will your nickel and dimes come from. So, what happens when you retire? These are some crude realities that the pigeon in you keeps avoiding and condoning while the cat of life keeps observing.

I was recently at a training programme conducted by Maxlife Insurance. Where, I got many such vital answers to the complexities of life. Remember, the pain of effort is much better than the pain of regret. So, plan your life well. Attend such programmes. And don’t just snub any FPI professional, when he calls on you to plan your wayward life. Better would be to take him as the arm of God.

By Kamlesh Tripathi

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GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

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POEM: BIRTHDAY GREETINGS-SHRAVAN

January 23, 2017ARTICLE SPIRITUAL, beautiful lines, ngo activity, poem, POETRY, snippet, spiritual, spiritual article, Uncategorizedapollo hospital, bad times, birthday, cancer, destiny, gloom behind the smile, god, good times, greetings, january, kindness, lifelong, lifetime, ngo, remembrance, SHRAVAN, shravan charity mission, wishesshravancharitymission

DEAR SHRAVAN

I saw you here and I saw you there.

Even when,

I know all very well,

You aren’t really there,

And every year on this day,

You do send me to despair.

When I reflect,

I still can recollect,

Those lovely moments,

When you were born,

And I had thought,

We’ll be together lifelong,

But that was not to be.

In your fight for life,

I remember with gripe,

Seasons had come and seasons had gone,

Where time was kind but destiny was strong,

Though time fought well, yet destiny won,

As it snatched you,

With its divine intents.

Now that you’re gone,

There isn’t too much of a song,

Except for the noble mission,

That you had brought along.

You often come in my dreams,

That brings me loads of serene,

Is when, I willfully dream,

To serve those sick umpteens.

It is said,

Life is a mystery,

Where destiny is another name of cruelty,

But God is kind,

And time is like a serpentine.

And when I bring it upon myself,

I realise,

Your short span was indeed the mystery,

Where destiny pulled off the cruelty,

And between mystery and cruelty was God’s beauty,

But where time still meanders like the serpentine’s ferocity.

In this windswept life,

One more year goes by,

But I’m happy to tell you,

I’ve kept your mission alive.

So rest in peace,

For you have achieved your destiny.

***

In warm remembrance of our son’s birthday. Who left us some years back.

By Kamlesh Tripathi

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Our publications

GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

TYPICAL TALE OF AN INDIAN SALESMAN

Story of an Indian salesman who is lowly qualified but fights his ways through uncertainities to reach the top. A good read for all salesmen. Now available in Amazon.com

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POEM: THE RAT-RACE

January 17, 2017beautiful lines, column, poem, POETRY, quote, quotes and lines, SATTIRE, Uncategorizedcareer, competition, corporate, creator, daily life, dreams, faith, hectic life, karma, lifelong, lifestyle, lifetime, neck to neck, office, poem, poetry, promotion, race, rat-race, sweet dreams, wisdomshravancharitymission

THE RAT- RACE

In the heat of life,

There was never a summer,

But when the heat was over,

Only the winter got closer.

In my hectic life,

I was always uptight,

About things that mattered,

And also about things that didn’t matter.

In the days of heat,

Life was like a marathon race,

Where some pseudo brainwaves,

Had termed it as a rat race.

One initially thought,

It’s a onetime race,

But sadly, it turned out to be,

A lifetime of a race.

Where, the rats were surprised,

That it was some enterprise,

Where man stole the race,

And made it into a rat race,

And that too, without their gaze.

It all started well,

Like the string of jingle bells,

But soon the jingle was over,

And you were left as a rover.

There was so much to do,

And so much to improve,

Where I had my own dreams,

To brew and stew,

Until one day I realised,

I had a career to pursue.

Between the race and career,

Man had no breather,

Soon he became a teaser,

And with that a big schemer.

That resulted in endless pursuits,

And pointless disputes,

Bereft of generosity,

And full of ferocity,

Where humans were estranged,

And demons were ordained.

From exhaustive to repetitive lifestyle,

To loads of competition,

Until one day I realised,

Sanity was about to get paralysed.

As the stance of life was changing,

Where heat was evaporating,

Where winter was upstaging,

Grace was receding,

And where time was forsaking.

Is when I asked the creator,

What happens now?

When heat becomes cold,

Summer becomes winter,

Hectic become skeptic,

And I become rustic.

Nothing said the creator,

As good sense of life is always greater,

Then the rat race,

That happens to be a crater,

And in disguise a hater.

So come out of it,

To live in the winter,

That also has a summer,

That also has a shelter.

For rat race is just a phase,

And phase should not be a craze,

And the ultimate is encased,

In the wisdom of faith.

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

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Our publications

GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

TYPICAL TALE OF AN INDIAN SALESMAN

Story of an Indian salesman who is lowly qualified but fights his ways through uncertainities to reach the top. A good read for all salesmen. Now available in Amazon.com

(CAN BE BOUGHT FROM ON LINE BOOK STORES OR WRITE TO US FOR COPIES)

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POEM: CLUTTER IN MY MIND

November 16, 2016beautiful lines, casual causerie, poem, POETRY, Uncategorizedacrobats of life, attitude, brain, clutter, devil's workshop, ego, empty mind, empty mind is a devil's workshop, god, heaven, hell, journey of life, life, lifetime, me, mind, poem, poetry, sin, spiritual, youshravancharitymission

CLUTTER IN MY MIND

When my mind ceases to work,

It drives me berserk,

When I’m reminded of the curse,

Where clutter is at its worst.

If empty mind is a devil’s workshop,

Cluttered mind is a spooky den,

Where emptiness is a result of nothingness,

But clutter an offshoot of plentiness.

When I began doing things,

I came out of my emptiness,

But by doing too many things,

I only cluttered my wits,

But whether it is emptiness or the clutter,

Void or the litter,

Song or the clamour,

Both in excess,

Smother the rigours.

And in this baffling world of mine,

One wonders at times,

From where to begin,

And where to end,

The acrobats of life.

At times when the mind fails to act,

And slumps into emptiness,

Succumbs to everythingness,

Deviates from equilibrium,

In the poetry of existence.

I realise the hollowness,

Of both,

Nothingness and everythingness,

In this world of lavishness.

One day when I opened my eyes,

To read my mind,

I could only see zigzag and criss-crosses of empty lines,

That only revealed the reasons,

For the clutter in my mind.

So delete the clutter,

Throw away the litter,

Remove the flutter,

To avoid the gutter.

For life is to live,

Life is to give,

Life is to steer,

And life is to gear.

So beware of the clutter,

That rides over your grey matter,

For life is all about,

Living away from the clutter.

By Kamlesh Tripathi

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Our publications

GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

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POEM: RIGHT OR WRONG

August 3, 2016ARTICLE SPIRITUAL, casual causerie, causerie, column, poem, POETRY, snippet, spiritual, spiritual article, Uncategorizedanger, calm, cool, death, ego, journey, life, lifetime, message of life, mindset, poem, poetry, rage, rhythm, right, spiritual, wrongshravancharitymission

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I was right and he was wrong,

And that brought about the storm,

No! she was wrong and I was right,

And that brought about the enduring strife.

In the race of life,

I always made my wrong look like right,

And, his right look wrong.

But all that required,

A lot of treacherous brainstorm.

For no one could realize,

In the rhythm of life,

Right and wrong,

Were only the two sides of the golden coin.

And what mattered in the cruise of life,

Was, the proud possession of the coin,

And, not the two deadly sides,

In the spiral of right and wrong.

And as my life meandered along,

There came a day when I turned blind,

Is when I lost the coin,

And what was left with me,

Were only the two sides without the coin,

My right and his wrong.

I then realized,

In the speed and greed of life,

When my wrongs outweighed my rights,

God took away whatever I liked.

And when I began entering my twilight,

I painstakingly realised,

Neither was right and neither was wrong,

As it was only a lethal battle of ego, rage and the storm.

Then sadly one day,

The ego eclipsed,

Storm vanished,

Rage retired,

As my partner expired.

And that made me realise,

He too was right,

And I too was wrong,

And that had brought about the blazing storm,

But by then it was too late for a new dawn.

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Man is born with zero balance of ego but during the journey of life he accumulates ego like no one’s business. That happens to be the main reason for most clashes that doesn’t even spare loving couples.

by Kamlesh Tripathi

Our NGO works for poor children suffering from life threatening diseases. If you wish to contribute for the cause. The bank details are below:

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Poem: Joy

May 8, 2016beautiful lines, column, poem, POETRY, quote, spiritual, Uncategorizedachievement, dream, happiness, joy, joy of life, karma, life, lifetime, poem, poetry, possessions, spiritual, ststus, voyage of lifeshravancharitymission

JOY

In search of joy I wandered,

Only to be squandered,

In pursuit of joy I plundered,

But while doing so I blundered.

Like an alluring dream,

Joy enticed me forever,

Into actions of demean, that played havoc,

With my simple serene.

In the voyage of life,

I thought important was the end,

And not the means to the end,

So I adopted various means,

Only to achieve the coveted end,

Until one day I realized,

End is only fruitful,

If it is through the right means.

And while running after joy,

I could only find the venom of waste,

That had left me high and dry,

To the rigors of depraved taste.

For joy was not any achievement,

Nor a prized possession,

And definitely not a status symbol,

And certainly not a glorious complexion,

But only a healthy mental condition.

For joy was simple,

Joy was visible,

Joy was small,

Joy was tiny and not tall,

Yet it took me a lifetime,

To understand the meaning of joy,

And in that manner it was quite an overall.

I ambled and scrambled,

Wherever I landed,

In search of joy,

When ultimately I realized.

Joy resided in my timid smile and bold laughter,

In my sound sleep and little dreams,

Under my pillow and on the roof and even under my feet,

And above all in my radiant eyes, and state of mind,

Which all this while I couldn’t identify.

By Kamlesh Tripathi

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Our publications

GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

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SHORT STORY: FORGIVENESS-TO REIGN OVER JEALOUSY

August 23, 2015storyforgive, forgiveness, gita, jealousy, karma, lifetime, maharishi, mankind, moksha, nirvana, ramayana, rishi, short story, spiritual, story, valmiki, values, vashist, virtues, vishvamitrashravancharitymission

By Kamlesh Tripathi

King Vishvamitra along with his army had left for Aakhet. And on the way while he was crossing the dense forest he came somewhat close to Maharishi Vashist’s ashram, and thought of paying him a visit. Maharishi Vashist was too pleased to receive him and offered him heartfelt courtesies and hospitality. But there was something that was now bothering Vishvamitra. He could not understand how an ever-meditating Maharishi Vashist from the confines of his small ashram and cottage feed a sumptuous meal to his entire army.

And when he came to know that this was possible because of his holy cow Nandini, he asked for the cow from Maharishi Vashist. But Maharishi Vashist refused to part with his holy cow at any cost. This annoyed Vishvamitra who then by using force tried to take away the cow from Vashist. But Nandini at the instance of Vashist mooed loudly to produce some tough warriors who then drove out Vishvamitra and his army from the surroundings of the ashram.

Vishvamitra then attacked Maharishi Vashist with his Divyastra (supernatural weapons) but in front of Vashist’s Brahmdand (weapons conferred by Lord Brahma) his Divyastra failed. This made Vishvamitra, who was Kshatriya by caste realise that the might of Kshatriya can do no harm to a Brahmin. Vishvamitra therefore decided to seek Brahminism through intense tapsiya (meditation)

And after many years of intense and harsh tapasiya he was able to grab the attention of Lord Brahma, who was now happy with his efforts and therefore gave him darshan (auspicious sight) but only to say—‘in case Maharishi Vashist recognises you as a Brahm-rishi you will become a Brahmin.’

It was both difficult and insulting for Vishvamitra to pray to Vashist as he considered him as his rival. And Vashist always addressed him as Rajrishi whenever he met him, and this further irritated Vishvamitra. And by now he had become a great enemy of Vashist. Vishwamitra then motivated a rakshas (demon) to kill all the hundred sons of Vashist, and was always on the lookout for an opportunity to disgrace and insult Vashist.

Since Vishvamitra was failing in all his attempts to demean Maharishi Vashist, he decided to wield the craftsmanship of Lord Brahma himself. And this was something crazy as he decided to create a new shristi (Universe) and become its Brahma. And with his tapobal (meditating power) he started creating a new world. New cereals, new flora and fauna, new animals—and he kept on creating and creating, as if testing Lord Brahma’s patience. And in the end Lord Brahma came and stopped him. And assured that whatever he had already created will remain and co-exist exist with the existing.

And this further frustrated Vishvamitra. For he realised nothing was succeeding for him and so he decided to eliminate Maharishi Vashist. And therefore: after arming himself with weapons, in the night he quietly sneaked into Vashist’s ashram. Actually he wanted to kill Vashist on the sly and without his knowing. It was a moonlit night. And outside his cottage Maharishi Vashist was sitting on his vedi (seat) along with his wife. Where, Vishvamitra was waiting for an opportune moment in the hiding, close by and behind a tree, to attack him.

And enamoured by the ambience Vashista’s wife Arundhati said—‘ what a beautiful moonlit night.’

Vashist replied—‘today’s moonlight is as bright and pure as the recent tapasya of Vishvamitra which is spreading in all directions.’

Vishvamitra upon hearing this went numb. He cursed himself for what he was planning to do—‘person whom you’ve come to kill and of whom you are so jealous; see the stature of that person. He is a Mahapurush, because, he is even praising Vishvamitra, the killer of his hundred sons, when in isolation with his wife.’

Vishvamitra dismantled all his shastras that he had worn on him. And after that he ran towards Maharishi Vashist and lay prostrate in front of him asking for forgiveness. The chronic jealousy in him was over in minutes. Simple forgiveness had conquered Vishvamitra. By dropping his weapons and forsaking his jealousy Vishvamitra had become a Brahmanav. Maharishi Vashist got off his vedi and with both his hands lifted Vishvamitra and while pulling him up he was saying—‘please get up Brahmrishi.’

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POETRY: NOBLE INTENTIONS

August 19, 2015beautiful lines, causerie, poem, POETRY, spiritualbehaviour, crafty, ego, fulcrum, glamour, intentions, kind, life, life term, lifetime, noble, poem, poetry, slimy, sweet, tongue, tongue-tied, uprightshravancharitymission

NOBLE INTENTIONS

In the wardrobe of my life,

I was always dressed to the nines,

Where my intentions were noble,

I was tongue-tied,

And my behaviour always upright.

But where amid the jungles,

Reside those robust egos of all kinds,

And where what matters,

Is not the noble intentions,

Of the tongue-tied,

But the crafty-slimy-sweet interpretations,

Of the tongue that lies.

And while I moan and bemoan,

In the sad rhythm of life,

I also foxtrot,

On the dance floor with the wise.

Noble intentions are long-term,

Where slimy and sweet tongue are short-term.

And upright behaviour is the fulcrum

On the anvil of a lifetime.

But good behaviour and noble intentions,

Appear as ancient,

For what matters today,

Is a crafty tongue and its interpretations.

For if you want to rise,

Hold high,

The gossips and tricks of life,

And let noble intentions and upright behaviour,

Languish behind.

For in the world of today,

There is no respite,

From the chicanery of life,

To the dangers in disguise.

And while the crafty and slimy tongue,

Clamour in glamour,

Noble intentions, tied-tongue and upright behaviour,

Reap the long term honour.

By Kamlesh Tripathi

https://kamleshsujata.wordpress.com

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