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Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee
See what a fine pair they make
‘U do an MBA’, says Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee
‘While I the PhD route take’
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Beautiful love stories in gilded frames
Inside the pages were torn, and dog-eared
For too often have multitudes read them and revered them.
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there lies the human body- all futile, all worthless, all flesh
the season of lovemaking is over- now look at the unshapely wax
these are the legs that had adorned your waist in blatant embrace
now look- they pretend to lie so limp as if devoured by polio
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Everyone asks why I love you
Why love a person who can never love or understand
Don’t they see your silent offering for me?
The copper plate filled with all your heart
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5.

That night they lay, arm in arm,
heavy with the weight of words sparred
Looking into the black night around….
The inertia of illusion had passed.
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Oh, freedom, to be free
It always brings a song out of me
To be out running on the roads of my dream
Smug in bed
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I have been fighting, fighting in vain
For an ounce of self-respect, a yard of sanity
But these are an elusive pair of twins, they are Siamese perhaps
I keep telling myself that my mental hygiene is my own
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They danced with joy, a pair of silver anklets they were
Studded with tiny bright stones
Looking beautiful on the fair softness of the girl's legs
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During unaccounted moments
When I let my mind wander to wherever it wishes to go
Your ghost with a pretty face
Comes knocking at the door.
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Someday, one day, I will travel half the world for you
Will you..
Do you believe my incredible promise?
Should I wait to make the journey one day for real
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A mad princess fell in love with a delightful pauper
They made quite a match-
The princess was gleefully mad
All the signs of madness the pauper mistook for love
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Me and Myself
Never for a while alone
Always in a game,
In quest of love, in quest of stimulation
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In the half lit corridor I beheld his face
Like a lily bloom that youth did unlace
In stealthy steps he walked the night
Or was he in a hurried elfin flight.
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How quickly words flew out when you were there,
Love, jealousy, anger, hurt- how eloquently they filled up my lexis!
Now that you are gone
They are all gone too….
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I can never wear my yellow skirt again
Twirling around my ankles
I can never tie my hair up again
Or draw out sidelocks like bangles.
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I see you lie in loose knot
With nothing but the sacred thread,
that removes any trace of vulgarity
From your stark brown nakedness.
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Death approaches in ways no one can tell
To me it came as the peal of a wedding bell

How surely it approached, I saw it coming
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I left behind my paint, my brush, my pen and my paper
‘Because they don’t take you far’, they said
Paints and books are good enough, if kept in the library, they said
So I kept mine aside, believe me it wasn’t easy
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Tweedle Dum And Tweedle Dee- One Mba The Other Phd

Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee
See what a fine pair they make
‘U do an MBA’, says Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee
‘While I the PhD route take’
Now Tweedle Dee is an MBA, with all his fundas wrong;
Tweedle Dum frowns; he’s analyzing the enlightened throng.


Tweedle Dee earns in dollars evergreen I say
While Tweedle Dum dances his fingers, ‘I never want money- nay! ’
As months flow by Tweedle Dee gets married and flies abroad
Seeing this Mr Dum chucks his thesis and takes the corporate road

And all his fundas of research Tweedle Dum brings to office
Taken aback, his colleagues shout, ‘keep that away, no please’
Poor Mr Dum, like rasmalai in rum, was at a loss to understand
Why his research, full of insight, on the corporate table looked bland


Now Tweedle Dee, when he hears of Dum’s plight,
runs to him to help; gets him a job, buys him a tie
Takes his one ton thesis and puts it out of sight.

Tweedle Dum now pulls his hair and fiddles with his tie,
looks at the fundu management honchos and says, ‘pity, fie’
No matter however much he fied, he got nimbly about his job
The last Tweedle Dee had heard of Dum, he had joined the B- school mob.

P.S. This rambling poem has been inspired by a friend of mine who’s a PhD scholar and has joined the corporate world, because to put it in his words, ‘The power structures are moving towards privatization’. I wish him, and all others who take time to adjust their sensibilities in this insensible world, the best of luck.

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