Knockout!!

Raging bull
Lurching lion
Fearless dragon
Ali's ferocious scion

Seeing him fight
was such a sight
Half a dozen from the left
Half a dozen from the right

Blow after blow
his opponents went slow
Then that famous blow
that full-stopped the show

Had received
multiple blows
but could not handle
that one blow

Had so many
on head, but
could not handle
one on heart

Always thought
he had a strong body
but never realized the
weakness of his heart

A heart
that got crushed
at a single
betrayal

The heart
that loved and
asked for no
explanations

The same heart
now has stripped
him of all his
powers

Leaving him
with an unseen wound
and enormous
memory showers

Life for him
was a roller-coaster ride
and now he is thinking of
different ways of suicide

About his fate
he is still in doubt
Out of
umpteen matches
why this
particular 'match'
was chosen for
his KNOCKOUT

--sudharm baxi

Come out and Act!!

If you are a
part of the herd
I assure you, you'll
never be heard
Come out
Speak about
Share concerns
Learn lessons
Ask questions
Life is short
Take your shot
Or else keep regretting
if i had done this
if i had done that
History doesn't care about
those who regret
Praise songs are written
for those who beget,
those who initiate,
those who proliferate,
Unleash the
chains of dogmas and the
shackles of notion
Jump into the pool of
positivity and thus clean-off
every bit of negation

DeceitOCTOR

Cleared exams

became a doctor

Took the oath of

being a protector

A job near to God,

with time became

more of a fraud

Indulged myself

in all the deceits, be it

a simple cesarean or my

other operational feats

These hands have

performed umpteen

unnecessary operations

On being paid enough

have killed lots of

God's pink* creations

Bleeding souls

that fear death

feed me with my

daily bread

Yes i feed upon

fear and not

compassion

For me, they are

mere products

on the assembly-line

troubled by God, and

sent to make

my wallet shine

Public service

Humanity, Love or

Altruism

All subdued when

seen through my

money prism

*pink - girl (implying female infanticide)

Another 3WW, the three words were Deceit, Indulge and Oath.

--sudharm baxi

Master Stocker!!

Magnanimous master
Intelligent iconoclast
Rejected rewards
Rewarded 'rejects'
Occidental offbeat
Realistic reasoner
Sanguine stockist


This acrostic is dedicated to Warren Buffet (b.1930), owner of the famous Berkshire Hathaway, the best stockist of all times, known for his magnanimity and insight; a constant learner and a high-achiever. In these black days of credit crunch, recession and whatnot, his companies are least affected. I chose this acrostic (the word 'MIRRORS') to express my love for the best broker on the face of this planet.

With time, he saw in the mirrors (spiritual may be), the originality of life and the minimality of money, and hence donated every penny of his hard and smartly earned money for the well-being of the downtrodden.

I know i have breached many rules of ACROSTICS, but for Warren Buffet, i guess they are pardonable.

--sudharm baxi

Acrostic 180409

Another Acrostic, consider it to be a slogan for a fictional social networking site called 'OPPORTUNITY'!!

Openness is good, but it
Promotes
Perversion and plagiarism, hence
Offer only
Restricted
Thoughts and
Upload only
Necessary
Information,
Thank
You!!

--sudharm baxi

Egoistic Me!!

Read this slowly to get the insights of an Egoist!!

I patch
just to tear

I befriend
only for fear

I agree
just to break

I freeze
just to crack

I sense
but never feel

I fall in love
but never faint

I sketch
and never paint

I think
but never dream

I link
but never attach

I mind trade
and never the dealings

I have emotions,
but no empathic feelings

Never a sharpener,
but always a good shredder

In this life, full of trade-offs,
I am certainly, a very smart trader!!

Tried to portray the increasing ego, with the metres, as the poem progresses.
--sudharm baxi (my creation but not me!!)

Is she still mine??

Buried all the differences
Wanted to start everything new..
Reached the party
when the people were so few..

The diamond necklace on that
stunning black dress..
Beautifying the beauty as if
a dove in a cloudy mess..

Mustering courage
with the hope of a new dawn..
Buttoning the suit
i was even willing to fawn..

But my eyes signaled
something else to my mind..
She was with someone who
certainly was not her kind..

Sam - the flirt,
is what he was famously called..
The dude with the
French beard and a shaven bald..

She looked happy and
she looked calm..
She looked content and
still carried her charm..

My colors faded
faster than i thought..
I blamed myself for
the lost jewel i sought..

I was still sipping the un-cherished agony
when she approached with a glass of wine..
Told me about her ploy to open my eyes, cleared
the clouds of lies with her lightening shine..

My heart beats paced, before
the heart could sublime..
Mind was still furious but the heart pounced
with joy stating - She is still mine..

--sudharm baxi
Thanks 3WW, the inspiration for this conventional poem, the three words were - Flirt, Ploy and Stunning.