Haiku - Acohol

haiku - alcohol

The word of cheer,

reflection of love, in glass;

In veins keep you out.

(C) S. D. Tiwari

Cornucopia

I believe fermentation occurred due to

Cornucopia of  grains and fruits

In  particular domain, finding  

the alcohol’s discovery root

If abundance will be  alcohol too

the world will be a fascinating portrait

of hangovers and boozers romp

moments will ferment of over-celebrate

Excessiveness is not good always

like excessive rain or sun rays

either it will keep dried or flooded

so release the surplus cold blooded

Day paints splendid portrait

Yearning to paint the portrait,
Sun lends colours of his amass;
Releasing  first red and orange
Subsequently,  all his range.

Hanged portrait in the cosmos,
painted by day by borrowed colours;
In variety of  colours  and hues
but leaving the roof blue.

To protect from stains, everyday
black velvet cover is spread;
Lent colours, Lord takes back
in reverse sequence, leaving black.

Bit by bit I see beauty of the portrait,
dawn and dusk golden, nights black
Day spread in day, others million shades
showing each spot beauty and splendid

Golden bird in black - Sedoka

Golden bird is in

Jaws of the man eater lions

Gold is hidden in their den

Having painted black

Vanishing glitter of it

They are so strong, tough to fight

Innocent Children

Threat is kept behind

our goal is ahead

our society has done

a lot to see us glad

if she has power to fly

we have reason to smile

terrifying with shadow

any attempt is futile

we know to perform show

she is fully trained

she cannot come out of pond

and we’re fully secured

no ill thought, no worry, no fear

this is what a child

as you see our innocent faces

purest is our mind

Rainbow of rainbows 7X7

Life is a  rainbow

colours of rays of the deeds
on water of passing age  

Life is in stages of-

birth, infancy, childhood, adolescence,

youth, old and death;

Passes through phases-

sorrow, happiness, fear, depression

stress, stagnation, frustration;

We all have one God,

similar infancy, pain,  structure,

senses,  emotions and blood colour;

Most we struggle for-

food, drinks, shelter, health,

wealth, knowledge and rest;

Life is supported by-

sun, water, land, air,

plants, animals and fire;

But we live diversely in-

anger, greed, revenge, hate,

flaunt, love and thought;

And represented by-

age, sex, colour, region,

class, wealth and religion.

(C) S.D. Tiwari

Poetry or puzzle?

Still a great poetry?

intense and heavy words

free verse, no rhyme

load kept on  your skull

to grasp in your time

ambiguity and  glazing

leading to conundrum

misery of words done half

rest left to your wisdom

unmetered run of acstasy 

glossary exposed in prose

poetry commoves puzzle

vexation inside, no amuse

Gravitation of love

Apple falls by gravitation,

of its weight;

Love fall of liking by senses,

attraction of trait.

You can save animals

King of forest killed many animals

ate some, leftover other 

Some part rotted even after feast of

jackal wolf and vulture 

Animals requested for the mercy

offered to prey one by one

So that the king never face sort of

problem of starvation

Problem of leftover was born before

the cooking came

Preserve, secure, best usage of food

can considerably save

Unavoidable  leftover still can be used
for making garden's food.
Policy of saving from spoilage will be
for every one  good

Good management of leftover can
feed other hungry, many

That too saves lives of animals and

some of your money

(C) S. D. Tiwari

Sugar's birthday

Coming holiday is my birthday
Friends! I invite  you all  to celebrate.
Candy, squashes  and other friends,
lolly pop, ice cream and chocolate.
Do join on this auspicious occasion,
we will have this best celebration.

My boy friend, the cake  will arrive
dressed in the costumes of prince.
You know once he hugged me
I'm permanently sweetened, since.
You will have chance of free kiss
to my boy friend and also to me.

Please do keep the time because
I have to attend some serious patients,
They do not swallow the bitter pills
I have to be there for the sugar coats.

Special invitations to dear ants,
eat wishful, no need to roam for hunt.
Yes,  sweet potato, fruits and dates
not invited because they are diabetic.

Time is very important for me
as so much work I have to finish.
Many people's feast is incomplete
without my prepared sweet dish.
My dear children’s love chocolate
and ice cream too I have to create.

Bakery men! and confectioners!
I know I am your sweetest lady.
But I won't be available for you,
please keep totally off that day;
and one more thing I would say,
for me the best wishes, you convey.

(C) S.D. Tiwari

By S. D. Tiwari, © 2011, All rights reserved.

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Bear of circus

You are out of your rink
coming to see my game,
But no arrangements made
some of my entertainment.

You loose your freedom
for only eight hours a day,
My freedom of living wild
lost for ever for this show.

You are tied with rules
and I am tied with cart,
Your fear is cut of salary
fear of food cut on my part.

So we obeying rules of
our respective masters,
and revolving in our cart
and chairs having casters.

You come for amusement,
buy tickets for  my game,
I’m amused seeing your
faces, dresses and  craze.

I have listened about your
tough training of military,
Let them join my training,
they will forget soldiery.

Winter enters, vally cheers

Is cottage shifted to north pole?

but where are bears polar?

No it is in Antarctica,

but penguins look no where!

A ha! Valley looks milky terrain,

Day is  silky   and serene.

Gone night witnessed,

Snow fall eating all the green.

Looking far of from here

cottages look like igloo,

Shrubs scattered in valley,

confusing the penguin look.

Creatures struggle for food,

making attempts  find warmth.

People refusing going out

for risky driving on snowy path. 

Heart occurs festive, filled with

cheer and sporty wishes

Temptations driving to yen

of hot drinks, hugs and kisses

Beauty  arousing all around

eliminating artistic flaws;

Valley is being prepared

to welcome Santa Claus.

(C) S. D. Tiwari

We are books of his library

We are books of his library

Oh God! we are the books, scripted by  thee

By the words of moments, which we live.

Thy have endless stories, impossible to narrate

in one chapter or book, so billions thee create.

day and nights are pages, which have no end

the depicted moments on it, none  can amend.

each book is our life, written on day and night

only Thee can read these, whether dark or bright.

creating new and distinct books from the ages,

events narrated moment by moment  on pages.

characters inscribed  with diversity of traits:

greed,  rage, race, craze, courage, love and hate.

librarian Yamraj, has excellent system of record,

keeps perfect account, periodically replaces all.

he removes un-preferred books too from stock

keeping thy pretty library, updated and mode.

No one in universe  can read, any book as whole.

written on soft pages but read machine with Thou.

other than thy, every machine has low memory,

incapable to read, books of your created library.

each book is a tale, living thy created character,  

inserted villain’s roll too, in many chapters.

At the end killing all villains and everything,

Thou exist only hero, establishing thorough win.

(C) S.D. Tiwari

Happy in hopes

Who live happy in hopes,
leaving things God to do;
soon become hopeless.

Who work for his duty;
his satisfaction of work
gives him happiness.

Invisible Love and Breeze

Neither seen love yet nor the breeze,
Know their existence by touch and feel.
One is longing and other is the bliss,
Cannot afford either of them to miss.

Life cannot long without breeze,
and without love life will freeze.

By S.D. Tiwari, © 2011, All rights reserved.

Success

We have empty and vast sky:
There birds can freely fly,
Unlimited room for dream racing,
Vast and empty sky is a blessing.

Emptiness  gives freedom
Of space you like can occupy,
Vastness gives freedom
Of way you want, can fly.

Success is to get on the place,
There having temptation
But where is joy of success,
If there is no competetion.

Take your  wings
And strenthen them to fly,
To be a champion is
to touch the newest height.
(C) S.D.Tiwari

We are drops of his ocean

God crafted the ocean
as big as the universe,
We are rained here
again as vapour, to revert.

We are droplets of
that large ocean,
Which has endless depth
and endless region;

Which has endless past
and endless future
But we the drops
soon become the vapour.

Many of the droplets
will be lost in sea strand
Many will be lost on the way
or  soaked in the sand.

As vapour we will be tiniest part
of the Almighty’s big cloud,
To the same ocean again
as a new drop sent down.

Cycle goes on every season,
again and again,
Many times taken and sent
as untimely rain.

By S.D. Tiwari, © 2011, All rights reserved.

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A mirror within

To see  regress of sin
Make your heart mirror;
To see in darkness of heart
Make your brain mirror.

She looks her love in him
He see his love in her;
To see both of them together
They need a mirror.

By S.D. Tiwari, © 2011, All rights reserved.

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Joined Lord’s Programming Team

Steve Jobs and Dennis Ritchie, the two

One is metal of the coin, other is value;

One is scientist and the other is an artist;

One creates stream, other vessel to contain it.

Steve birthed IPOD, Dennis C plus and Unix,

Think of Adobe and Mozilla if there was no C.

When nothing was there, they had the vision,

Brought  computer world from infancy to grown.

Steve’s IPOD changed the life, so Ritchie’s C plus,

If Ritchie is a processor , Steve is the display.

One made, other propelled making word magical;

One thought, other brought, to business cubicle.

The Lord saw, in heaven deterioration of quality

And envied with the earth’s progressive ability;

Finding  vacuum  in his own programming team,

To hunt the talents, on earth started to lean.

Takes away Steve to his own unit on fifth October

And issues a transfer order to Dennis a week later.

                                 (C) S.D. Tiwari

Saint is juicer

Saint and juicer
take out the essence
and leave the remains.

Attraction is law of attraction

Her eyes attract my sight
to look beautiful frozen lake,
Her hands attract my hands
To hold and  shake.

Her legs attracts legs
To travel and twirl  together,
Her lips attract lips
To laugh and kiss together.

Her cheek attracts cheek
And chest, the chest
Heart attracts heart
To love and give the best.

Her senses attract whole of me
I drive to her and thrive,
Her beauty, brilliance too
Give charm to my life.
 
Law of attraction in sex,
Electric and magnet
Is universaly accepted
That the opposites attract.

But also like attracts like
In status, love and emotion,
Spirit, team, power, thought,
Richness, look and education.

Attraction flows where these go
To give or gain strength, union,
Intelligence, thought, Pleasure,
Energy, relief or satisfaction.

(C) S. D. Tiwari

Three fingers to me

Be critic

but while criticising also consider,

when you point anyone, one finger

yourself is facing three others.

S.D. Tiwari

Satisfaction

Lamp I have  is enough,
Undesirable to run after stars;
Have full pleasure and pride
In what and who you are.

Love is more beautiful

Came to find peace for my mind in this evening,
Seeing cool and calm water, the horizon silvering,
Sun is going to sleep, birds on the way to nest;
Seeking to capture some more, before going to rest,

Watching where sky and earth meet, away many miles,
Now sight synchronised on you, coming with smile;
I am amazed, my eyes are glazed, getting you sudden
O my heart! you are here, what a wonder  happened!

Whole beauty and peace for which I came here,
Unexpectedly got you, do come closer; O my dear!
You know how I stayed, this much time, you missing;
We cannot be off from here, unless wishful kissing!

(C) S.D. Tiwari

Eat this poetry

I eat her style,
I eat her smile,
I eat her walk,
I eat her talk.

My eyes hook
To eat her look,
We be on couch
To eat her touch.

I eat her fashion,
I eat her passion,
I eat her feelings,
The moments reeling.

Gobble the words,
Swallow proverbs,
Pour the spices
Of depth, conciseness,

Creativity, metaphor,
Rhythm and meter,
Cook deep in heart,
Stir in brain with intellect.

To serve, poetry is ready.
If you want to eat, eat
Whatever have eaten
On document I depict.

(C) S. D. Tiwari

Beauty-a state of mind

Till see the ugly portion
beautiful, is everything.
Beauty is state of mind,
beauty is what’s pleasing -

The conception, perception
and attraction,
Intelligence, elegance
and emotions,

Beautiful things can be made
even of the ugly garbage
By its symmetric arrangement
and systematic usage.

We hate the mud but
like the sculptures made of it
You may dislike her way of talk
and like her smiling lips.

You may like someone
or something on shelf ;
may be disliked at same time
by else one their itself.

(C)   S.D. Tiwari

Kiss like this

Kiss like snow to mountain,

leave after melting.

Kiss like ink to paper,

leave impression of printing.

Kiss like brick to brick

to make a new building.

Kiss like neck-lash to neck

to garnish the beauty. 

Kiss like nut to bolt,

don’t detach of a jolt.

Kiss like engine to coach,

unto aim together approach.

Kiss like breeze to waves

letting dance and sway.

Kiss like rays to glass

into the heart  you pass.

(C) S, D. Tiwari