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Super cool school

Isn’t it easy to smile, than frown?
To fight back, than give up and drown

Isn’t it easy to love, than hate?
To create life, than leave it to fate

Isn’t it easy to build schools, than army bases?
To live in harmony, than wipe out entire races

Isn’t it easy to exercise, than be obese?
To eat carrots, than pizza and cheese

Isn’t it easy to read a book, than talk ill?
To stay away, than take part in rumor mill

Isn’t it easy to spread laughter, than terror?
To live and let live in peace, than horror

Isn’t it easy to be easy, than tough?
To hug and kiss, than behave rough

Why then, do we insist on being difficult?
Can’t we stand tall and proud, than sulk?

Honk; YELL; Honk;
Everyone in hurry
But, what for?

The whole world trembles at my sword,
Kings and armies wait on my word.
I possess every skill known to man,
No-one can defeat me, try if they can.

O sage, you are not even half my size,
yet they say, you are strong and wise.
What have you done that I haven’t?
What can you do that I couldn’t?

O king of kings, you have great power,
History will remember you, for ever.
Your valor has caused so much blood spill,
But, even for a moment, can you sit still?

Can you hear the sound of silence?
Or feel the grass grow?
Can you always be happy, like a child?
Even when left alone, in the wild.

You’ve conquered everything thats outside,
But can you win self, thats inside?
Your aim, my king, is not to better me,
Its to win self, and be the best you can be.

Tried to capture some moments, in the normal day to day life, in the form of Haiku.

In the bus (1)

I smell their breath
and they, mine;
Jampacked.

In the bus (2)

He yells; She yells;
They all yell;
Chaos.

Nothing personal, just business

24 hour hospital
Please fall sick,
we need business.

Chennai city corp

Dig them; then close them;
Aaah, finished?
Line one, again.

Kid on the road

I wave to her,
she waves back.
sweet innocence.

Struggling to write

Will I ever write,
as naturally
as I breathe?

When I came, I came with nothing,
When I go, I‘ll go with nothing.
Yet while here, why do I desire everything?
Without ever wanting to give anything.

When I came, I came with noone,
When I go, I‘ll go with noone.
Yet why do I love some, and hate someone?
When I can embrace everyone.

I don’t know where I came from,
I don’t know when I‘ll go back.
All I have is the present moment,
Why not gift it, while I‘m still here?

When I was four, I painted the wall dirty
spoiling, my dad’s big party.
said he, “you do nothing right”
“now, get out of my sight”

When he was four, my son painted the wall dirty
spoiling, my carefully planned party.
“continue, son”, said I, “though it sucks”
“your modern art will sell for big bucks”.