[It takes two to Tango & Tongo Ultimately becoming one for bingo! A beautiful dance taking poetic form Where grace & style are the norm.
Tango was born in working city halls, by passionate dancers, Carlos Gardel in alive cities of Buenos Aires, Montevideo in South American city of Argentina.
Tango can accelerate your well-being bringing elixir of life to a new high of excitement, health, joy, happiness, for you to experience again and again.
Dance steps are hectic, fast, furious leaving the onlookers in a rush of emotions, romantic passions, faster heart-beats in all sexy movements of their bodies.
Tango is a single dance form where two dancers move to horn, Man and Woman, merging, fusing, melting into a Tonga-driven single horse-carriage!]
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
I was inspired to write this poem after seeing an India film called {"Naya Duar"} meaning new way.Behind this concept is a love story between our India legend star, Dilip Kumar and his love interest vivacing beautiful Vyjantimala.After vising the temple, the hero asks vyjantimala what did she ask God? and the herione blurts into a song::::: {Maang ke saat tumara, meine mang liya sansar} meaning, if I have you, I will have the world.This conversation happened in a single horse driven carriage, where two became one.
One morning, at 2.a.m. woke up suddenly, Low in spirit, less eager to live, Ah!, there is terrible painful heart, Inside I felt, but need to be strong, Seems increasing greatly, more piercing.
Shoba, you so afar, shadow of death chasing, To snatch you away, without trace, trail, Was it fate or God, when are you in my arms? How my heart was delighted full of you.
Ethereal care, time, love showered on me, That maketh me happy, upped my confidence, Healed my wounds, when injured, Saw you standing strong through rough seas.
Never I knew when our propeller took off Navigating as a pilot of angry skies, Through fierce air turbulence, Later I realize what I was searching for, That’s you!
Saw in you, a blend of innocence, elegance, Loving heart, supporting smile, kind eyes, Oh!, you are so special to me, Will I lose you ever? ……….or live today?
Never you tempted, nor you promised, Still I dream of that {pretty day}, Now………. I want to live, looks real, Like never before……..with spirit unchallenged.
Will you there to say ………. “yes, I do” Time will only tell, And I will wait!
__The End__
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Posted: Oct 2016
About this poem:
This poem was written in memory of my wife, who passed away on 16th January, 2007. Actually, the poem came to me while she was still alive and I asked myself a question___ What if she was not with me? All the experiences described in the poem are all real life instances.....like me waking up in the middle of the night and emotions I began to feel at that moment.
_______ ["Nature Calling"]_________ [Overflowing skies with multitude of clouds floating endlessly against the blue with cool gentle wind, caressing our noses/cheeks /eyes. Colorful flowers like a rainbow dot the landscape of happy earth inviting the visitors for merging, melting.
Wet grass caused by morning dew brings thrill to your delicate feet as these take a long walk on green. Singing leaves, aided by droplets of rain falling/filtering from above creating soft music to your ears. Dancing fountains are a delight to watch from a distance With dazzling lights of colored bulbs.
Nodding trees are talking to you like your long lost friend and waiting for your re-connect.
Contended smiles with friendly handshakes are meeting in joyful gardens of laughter clubs for peace, solitude, happiness or otherworldliness! Nature is calling…………. Yes man, go, go & go.
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
Once while I as wlking in a garden, this poem struck me.I observed Nature at its best and this inspired me to write this poem.
[Change is the change of identity on facebook, where you are only on cookbook!
Change is the difference of doing business in East than West where crony capitalism is best!
Change is the currency of notes, bills, coins, where human capital also joins!
Change is the attitude of people towards sexuality where love can be a causality!
Change is a human nature for man & woman in relationship where each struggles for partnership!
Change is the transformation of parties in hues of politics where power of money is game of ethics!
Change is the merging a town of two border states where upmanship was at stake!
Change is the struggle for freedom from orthodoxy where man is buried in methodology!
Change is a change of rule from one nation to another where greed and power gather!
Change is a shift in climate from hot or cold where Mother Nature acts bold!
Change is a plan for IPL team for surprise win where everyone will grin!
Change is a twist of story in fiction novel where readers would marvel!
Change is in the thinking of person from poverty to affluence where discomfort & comfort confluence!
Change is a change from one change to another change where only change is game of change!]
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
I keep thinking how this world is moving and I see that nothing is static. What fashion is to-day, the next day it vanishes; every day there is something new.This concept kept me thinking and I wrote this poem for a "change"
[Of what use is this Number One when One is a lonely number without any friends, associates, family?
Of what use is this Black & White when there is reality in grey a reality touching heart, mind, body, soul?
Of what use is this worldly togetherness when the poetry of life is aloneness an aloneness, that is pure joy, bliss, meditation?
of what use is the scientist promising hope when a poet shows you a way out of hopelessness that can open your mind to total awareness?
Of what use are these world of colors when a painter expertly mixes B & W with grey creating amazing canvas of divine beauty & art?
Of what use is this confession before a priest when sinner can redeem his life reading bible where our Lord God has put his signature?
Of what use are these wars fought among nations When a lyricist pens few peaceful lines of reconciliation for a permanent durable peace amongst humanity?
Of what use is this live-in relationships when joys of parenthood are calling us for traditional rituals, ceremonies, parties, marriages?
Of what use are these winnings of a roulette when there is sure winner in every merry-go-round for an honest, sustained effort in labor, sweat?
Of what use are these best selling writers when a single Shakespeare has sold the world in meaningful poems, astounding plays, fascinating lyrics?]
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
I wrote this poem on seeing with what hopelessness peole are living their life.Whether they are rich or poor, everyone is not at peace. Why is it so? This kept me thinking to pen the poem.
There was a poetry competition held in the USA by USA's famous poet, Jack Huber and I was invited to participate.I wrote this poem on a topic "Mountain" and I was awarded a book of poems by Jack Huber as the best poem in the competition.
[A morning cup of drink wakes up a man from his slumber
What an invigorating drink Mother Nature gives to a plumber For leaking taps, tops, toilets & pipes, Which he immediately sets right in front of your eyes at site.
A concoction that washes away blues of children going to school so that subjects remain glued in their tiny heads.
A brew that brings many unknown faces to allay fears, doubts, anxieties vanish like a ghost without trace and cultivate everlasting friendships.
A mixture that brings quarrelling couples Man and woman fighting over silly things for upmanship
A brew that can end a dispute between Ram and Rahim in a no-win situation. waging war for the last decades,
A brew that can solve difficult chess puzzles between two old friendly foes.
A brew that can never become a storm in a tea-cup!] --The End— copyright@ ManoharBhatia. All rights are reserved.
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
This unusual poem was written, when I was having my morning cup of tea in my house.
[A morning cup of drink wakes up a man from his slumber
What an invigorating drink Mother Nature gives to a plumber For leaking taps, tops, toilets & pipes, Which he immediately sets right in front of your eyes at site.
A concoction that washes away blues of children going to school so that subjects remain glued in their tiny heads.
A brew that brings many unknown faces to allay fears, doubts, anxieties vanish like a ghost without trace and cultivate everlasting friendships.
A mixture that brings quarrelling couples Man and woman fighting over silly things for upmanship
A brew that can end a dispute between Ram and Rahim in a no-win situation. waging war for the last decades,
A brew that can solve difficult chess puzzles between two old friendly foes.
A brew that can never become a storm in a tea-cup!] --The End— copyright@ ManoharBhatia. All rights are reserved.
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
This unusual poem was written, when I was having my morning cup of tea in my house.
[A Bridge on the Mumbai sea, is like a form of an alley connecting two towns Bandra & Worli!
This raised structure is a quick exit for cars melting into a traffic called a czar!
A Bridge to end the suffering of a motorist, And begin a journey of hope, attitude, happiness to turn him into a humorist!
A Bridge that went through many trials, tribulations, oppositions, where politicians, concerned environmentalists, destitute fisher folks, all colluded for its vested interests!
This beautiful Bridge designed like a musical instrument, where its cable ropes, fixed like strings of a violin looks for a compliment!
Watch the cars passing under it, acting like fingers, pulling the strings to play a buzzing musical like a singer!
Now, the rush is unmanageable, Thousands of cars one behind the other steadily creep, So, little babies in the laps of their mothers go to sleep!
A Bridge where poor downtrodden and super-rich, ride bumper to bumper in antique and 20th.century cars, enjoying a journey of Heaven with whistling wind hitting the occupants header to header!
Oh! How silly of us to fight by calling this Bridge many names, Because, the Bridge is also human, it gets 'hurt' by the weight of criticism, showing wear and tear by these games!
Let's keep this ICON in a healthy state, so that more maintenance, abundant coats of paint, regular check of overhead cables, Can keep the toll authorities always in a wealthy state!
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
This poem depicts about our first engineering marvel of building a bridge across the sea. This is India's first fly over bridge in Mumbai and credit goes to all the engineers, technicians, planners who made it possible.
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