TRASH TALKS. (A poem shaming the litterbugs that are making this country the monster dump its turning out to be.It aims to Guilt trip The Great Indian Litterbug into picking up the pieces they have left behind.Written for -The Great Indian (Times of India)

It's not your job is it ?to see Cleansweep Modi's campaign through,

You see right through the dump;for what's the point without a camera crew ?

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'Incredible India' you post online ,your own street a "breathstopping" sight ,

You walk past with your nose high ,how's it your problem no one treats sewage right ?

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"Global warming" presentations you'd made as a kid,straight A never been so easy to get,

With an "A" against your name now,haven't you warmed up to your globe yet?

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Three hours too much to ask ,"3R"s only learnt to name ,

Weren't  the circular arrows in the diagram teaching you whom to blame ?

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The walls still holding up after you got them cornered ,

The spitting image of your nation must surely leave you honoured .

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Why shouldn't you piss off right there ?Ofcourse u-r-innate ,

To-let go seems like a good idea no?if u-r-ine trouble mate.

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The village folk take a monster dump,you take a dig at their big revelation,

For obviously this is what we want to leave behind to our next generation.

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Clean foreign lands you visit,your heart swells with pride ,

Atleast go green with envy seeing the greener grass on the other side.

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Doesn't someone magically take away the food remains ?that's one advertising flaw,

Too early you think ?when the water's all down it'll be the last straw.

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It isn't in your "nature" to revert to "pick up" lines ,

With closed eyes we'll believe this once ,you just didn't see the signs.

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All that's littered could be gold we're telling you it's true ,

Let's find its rightful place;the garbage can, can you ?

UNIT-Y A debate between the different scientific units.

Sir-Cuit please tell us,the units pleaded,who's the best of us all,
As the fight entered newer dimensions,a committee was formed to take a call.

KELVIN overshadowed by Celcius,for he didn't have a degree,
An absolute zero they called him,his international standards they failed to see.

DECIBEL was a sound fellow in limits,they still lived in fear,
For when he got too loud they lent him a deaf ear.

WATT's the man they said ,he's the one to make ,
But the responsibilities that came with him were too much to take.

JOULE's a sprightly fellow,But they didn't know where he'd come from,
How can we destroy them later they wondered,if he ever changed his form.

AMPERE was electrifying;But selfish,she was all about the "I",
In the flow if she forgot ground rules,in shock they'd all cry.

NEWTON was a push around;he'd never let them be idle that rascal,
When given his one space,he'd start behaving like Pascal

Love of direct proportions ,VOLT loved AMPERE with Persistence,
When he tried to get over her,they were met with RESISTANCE.

A reflection of his brother ,MHO could conduct himself well,
Can HERTZ deal with the highs and lows,only time will tell.

FARAD could be in charge for he had shown some capacity,
HENRY opposed current changes ,but had a magnetic personality.

Sir-Cuit :Your values lie before you,so much you've come to symbolise,
              Isn't unity made of "UNIT",above this hate you should rise.

Sky Full Of Stars - A poem constructed from Coldplay song titles.

She gazes at the stars, CHRISTMAS LIGHTS adorn the sky,
SPARKS of the twinkle,or was it her teary eye ?

LOST among millions,her wish on a shooting star,
WHAT IF it never reached?Had she dreamed that far?

THE HARDEST PART she asks her stars,where does my heart lay?
Give me A MESSAGE;Am I a part of a fixed constellation?Am I to lead the way ?

What would you do Oh stars if you were IN MY PLACE?
UP IN FLAMES do i burn like you to create my own space?
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HURTS LIKE HEAVEN stars say,the wars you wage,the hearts you wreck,
What are lines on the ATLAS?For all of you are the same speck.

No time to lay back and look to us,so governed by the CLOCKS,
How long has it been we ask since we last had "THE TALK"s?

EVERY TEARDROP IS A WATERFALL,as you leave your inhibitions aside,
MAGIC of our light is such,it reflects what's hidden inside.

TROUBLE is my dear,around you you think the world revolves,
FIX YOU;For we know the worst shall pass and the best evolves.

A WHISPER on your lips , you ask where your heart lies,
Count us as your blessings ;therein lies your PARADISE.

As MIDNIGHT long passes we will leave you in a blink,
Why don't you write what we told you in paper and INK?
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And it was all YELLOW as rose THE SLEEPING SUN ,
DAYLIGHT falls on her eyelids,but the dream not forgotten.

A friend said - "Meh.Chairs?What can one write on chairs?" The chairs might have taken a little offence that humans don't find them worth writing about.Here's what they are saying to us.(Written as a fun challenge in 45 mins )

For thrones there were such,that wars were fought,
Ruler's seats tainted,today so easily bought.

The bar stools got high,had a little too neat,
But why were they expected to stand on their own feet?

The techie's chair was spinning ,he wanted to go places,
and the college ones paid for,for filling blank spaces.

Patients tested for diabetes,the occasional heart attack,
And we chairs get the blame for being laid back.

The movie ones turned pricey,you gave them fancy covers,
And when the show's up in front,you made us 'handle' lovers.

The flighty and fancy,you put them into planes,
And gave our new generation 'berths' to the humble trains!

Commode's under a lot of pressure,he's taking shit in his stride,
And you mock him still,when he swallowed up his pride.

To ponder upon the universe , you made the rocking chair,
and put the creaky ones in horror movies to give yourself nightmares!

You looked down upon us,like we were mere tools,
Laid your butts upon us,even called us 'stools'.

Cut us some slack,you'll warm up to your seat,
Well you're gonna need us,till you can stand on your own two feet.