American Tie

Bye Bye American Tie,

Drove your balance sheet to the ground ,while aiming high

And good old boys were taking risky bets, why

Saying this will be the day I will fly

This will be the day I fly

 

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It happened in a land far away,

American suits and ties went to play,

With exotic mortgages and collateral held sway.

The jesters they were, they passed securities

Bought and Sold ,each one in piece.

There was nobody to stop the band,

And music played ,and the players danced.

Then I got the news the day the music died.

I started singing –

 

Bye Bye American Tie,

Drove your balance sheet to the ground ,while aiming high

And good old boys were taking risky bets, why

Saying this will be the day I will fly

This will be the day I fly

 

My hands were clenched in fists of rage,

Bad news from front to last page,

I was going to lose my mortgage,

And no one could tell me why.

The day the music died.

Parody of a Sad Poem

This is the parody of a sad poem,

trying itself not to be a bad poem,

it tries to poke fun on creative licensed types,

their real and imaginary melancholy vibes.

 

         Though it begs to differ and be different,

         this poem is by no means indifferent,

         to poetic unjustice suffered and imposed

        which numerous pages in hard cover enclosed

 

it is neither too classical nor a bit modernistic,

the incumbent poet prefers not to be called artistic.

having outgrown his own drunk depressive ways,

it tries to clear a path through the poetic haze.

      why poetry lost ground sucessively 

to the short story and detective novel progressively,

and now it’s gotten much worse, 

people twitter about and claim it as verse.

 

who cares if you missed your daily prozac

,as long as you stay poetically on track

neither bore the reader nor fool yourself,

keep the poem simple , without a whistle  or a bell

 

and nature is not meant to be invoked

in stand alone poems and then revoked

poisoning the air with many  stale cigars

many mediocre authors take to poetic farce

again this is a parody

of poems and not of any contemprary authors

they write worse and sell more

this is not what really bothers

 

but the farce they inflect

can sometimes rebound and infect

an unsuspecting reader or two

having started reading needless feels blue

 

so i say to you unknown reader,

this pledge you should take

the next sad poem you see,

dismiss that as a fake

 

 

 

 

 

Poetry Books :Online Orderable Anywhere

Using Self Publishing On Demand Website , www.pothi.com (an Indian start up and pioneer in the on demand publishing space) ………………..here are both my poetry books.

You can order them online (including international shipping at

http://pothi.com/pothi/book/ajay-ohri-corporate-poetry

and http://pothi.com/pothi/book/ajay-ohri-case-i-dont-see-you-again

OT :Poetry

Using Self Publishing On Demand Website , www.pothi.com (an Indian start up and pioneer in the on demand publishing space)  ………………..here are both my poetry books.

You can order them online (including international shipping at

http://pothi.com/pothi/book/ajay-ohri-corporate-poetry

and http://pothi.com/pothi/book/ajay-ohri-case-i-dont-see-you-again

 

 

 

 

A Prayer to the Killed-Updated

A Prayer to the Killed
Kill the mullahs who rain terror
Kill the Jews who fire the missiles
Inspiring the mullahs to hit back
Kill the white men who arm them both
Kill the brown, the black, and the yellow men
Who are so busy killing,
They forget the art of living
Kill all the killers
Kill em all
BUT after you hunt down the hunters, my friend
Say a prayer for the innocent gone
The ones who didn”t know why they were dying
Who jumped a hundred floors
To avoid the burning of their skin.
Say a prayer for the people who were trying to save them
And couldn”t save themselves
A prayer for the people who struggled and died in the air
Rather than kill some more on the ground
Say a prayer for the dead, the dying and the coming dead
Kill the killers
But know what forced them to hate you so much
And pray for the killed
Whether they are yours or the enemy”s, my friend
Amen.

 

(written after September 11,2001. Unfortunately it is relevant again due to bomb blasts in India)

Poem-Why are we creative ?

root cause of creativity

is most often necessity

to improvise and move on ahead

often is a matter of butter and bread

sometimes its just an whimsical

impulse created out of sheer boredom

dissatisfaction with the prevailing status quo

may lead to bursts of creativity for me and you

Modern scientists say creativity is affected by the serotonin in  your brain

I think it’s simpler – a desire to break out of your mundane daily pain

Ode to an Ipod

Day before yesterday,

My younger borther gifted me an Ipod

for my 31 st birthday.

And now I am in love,

life a gift from heaven above,

with the smooth ipod,

in her little black dress.

ipod.GIF

The sound is good, the design is cool,

31 years it took me to realize I am a fool.

Why i didnot buy the I pod before ,

Why didnot I visit the i-tunes store.

And my friend Billy Joel sings,

his heart out on silvery ipod wings,

I rotate the dial a bit,

The songs are old, but they are still an hit.

Now I am maybe old, and getting older still,

but the Ipod classic gives my heart a thrill .

Whats your excuse mister, why dont you buy it too,

Give life some meaning , with more music in you.