Limerick to Honor Limericks
Limerick is a poem--nay, story-telling--with lines of five,
First line introduces the topic with a great strive.
The first, second, and fifth lines in unison do rhyme,
While the third and fourth lines separately do rhyme.
It ends with a punchline following a midsection with a silly drive.
Passionate I am in suturing words to form rhythm,
And blend the beauty of anthology with a style of an algorithm.
Writing a limerick gives the feel of penning a long epistle to the sun,
and to bring out my buried thoughts with a style and fun.
So enamored I'm with limerick that it's now part of my biorhythm.
Write a limerick, and thou feel destressed,
Share it with others, and you feel so proud and blessed.
Some, so dismissive, describe limerick in pejorative,
To me, its pulsating rhythms and echoing rhymes seem so innovative!
Write limerick, read it several times, and feel yourself Impressed.
To limerick lovers, composing [it] is like walking on a rhythmic terrace,
Practice more, and more, and more, to get rid of one's inner menace.
While rhyming, making mistakes is one's bedeviling inner fear
that can be overcome through limericks that express life's love and tear.
Limerick lightens the mood in the high-stress time and offers solace.
June 30, 2024
Debate: Such a Farce
The entire presidential debate cadence is such a farce
That one fumbles, and inevitably is dinged with political scars.
Debate instead of promoting ideas has become political trauma,
With the media adding its spin to make it a highfalutin drama.
We are looking for problem solvers, not for invincible stars.
Campaign begins even before candidates have nominations to file,
Debate adds more pressure on them to have their bases to rile.
Debate has in recent years a battle-like feel,
That often works as a political overkill.
Debate is meaningless when voters ignore substance and focus on style.
Sonnet Explained through Limerick
Sonnet is the Shakespearean literary cream
To anoint the strong emotion as underlying theme.
Fourteen lines adorn its structural parameter,
With ebbs and flow beautified by iambic pentameter.
Sonnet is a poem with abab cdcd efef gg rhyming scheme.
What a Farce: Renowned Poet Unloads Brethren for Using Chat GPT
Some renowned poets love to dismiss others, who use Chat GPT tool
to build the poetry framework, as if they are some fool.
These so called renowned poets consider themselves innovative,
And think of determining a poem good or bad as only their prerogative.
These so called innovators think of themselves indispensable and cool.
Poetry belongs to people, all the people,
Not only a famous few who often make others' aspirations cripple.
Poetry through words and rhymes oozes emotional expression,
And leaves an unforgettable and long lasting impression.
Poetry is a balm to heal the heart and create an intellectual ripple.
You may be a rookie; but still, with help from Chat GPT, may write
A lovely poem that makes others' world bright,
Especially for people on the margin with discrimination they face,
by offering a unique, reliable safe space,
And lighting up their life with literary ray of light.
Poetry writing should be fun;
With help from Chat GPT, one may run
Through beautiful arrays of oneiric words
And compose what's a natural flow towards
Enriched world of words, often with hilarious pun.
July 20, 2024
Easy-Going Life
Life is fun, nay, super fun,
Pause your life to enjoy the beauty of nature, moon and sun.
It's life's tenderness and grace
That helps one overcome the hurdle they face
And conquer the obstacles into what they run.
Take life easy, easier than easy,
No need to be always on the run and busy,
No need for always to be tense;
Instead one should use common sense
To remain content and be a little funny.
Enjoy the life in whatsoever manner you desire,
As long as you are compassionate and sincere,
And extend your love and affection to others,
As if they are your own sisters and brothers,
That would lead joy to fill your soul and anguish to retire.
Being content is the mind's most glittering dress,
Illuminating the beauty of heart instead of darkness,
And exuding the ethereal joy that's so inexpressible
That it only needs a soothing touch to feel incredible,
And the ether of joy dawns upon us to bless.
Life's lighter moments are the ones to savor,
Immersing in them with deep breath we favor,
Enjoying them as long as they last,
With the burst of mist inhaled so fast
From life's lighter moments that we endeavor.
Life's easy traipse is a gift,
Avoid making unnecessary rush and drastic shift--
Unless it gives you satisfaction
And help you achieve your goals without perfection--
As easygoing gives the life a good, joyful lift.
July 28, 2024
Olympic Games 2024
Olympic here you go along the Seine,
None could stop the enthusiasm, not even rain,
French extends out their wide open arms to tens of millions,
And dazzle them and rest of the world by spending in billions,
With the athletes showing their best of what they did train.
Opening event's controversy couldn't make the spirit marred,
Instead the opening was something of avant-garde,
French presents their cultural grandeur
With a melange of Parisian luster and countryside Verdure,
And showcase its cultural uniqueness with no holds barred.
With a scintillating three-week jamboree,
La Ville Lumiere emitted the smell of a joyous potpourri.
The Games captivated the throbs of multi-million hearts,
With its luster exuding the sweetness of apple tarts
To give every soul a quadrennial taste of universal collegiality.
What an unbelievable performance on the beam!
Dazzled us the U.S. Gymnastic team,
Simone, at the cynosure, with awesome flips
Proves her mettle without blips,
And shows once more why she is an American dream.
Team USA marvels on almost every discipline,
Especially in gymnastics, making their sweep so clean!
U.S. Ties with China on the tally of gold medals,
And sends a sense of invincibility from award pedestals,
With the glory of a dream team reflecting the winning sheen.
September 1, 2024
Joy of Autumn to Bengali Community
A festive season we joyously observe
Back in Bengal, and we love to preserve
It wherever in the world we settle,
With the same devotion and mettle,
Enriching the diaspora that we serve.
Autumn festival is part of Bengali life,
That brings joy and pauses political fight and fife.
Families share gifts and yummy food,
In an air of joy, love and good mood,
And champion a tradition that's so culturally rife!
We wait eagerly and yearlong
For what's very unique to "Bong",
With smell of air so contagiously wondrous
And ekphrasis so colorful and joyous,
Inspiring some of us to write a poem, or sing a song.
Autumn's message is the one of glittering,
With leaves getting curly and withering,
But nonetheless the season touches our hearts.
And the series of festivals in earnest it starts,
That eventually wraps up with winter's first jittering.
Having the cultural flavor so intricately embedded,
A rich Bengali festival makes all feel deeply blended
With its universal embrace and reason,
And transforms the autumn into a joyful season
through its glittering traits set simultaneously trended.
Autumn brings much needed degree of serenity,
And fosters the spirit of cultural bond and unity,
Binding people irrespective of their folly or fame,
And ensuring incessant burning of the cultural flame
That forever illuminates the Bengali community.
November 18, 2024
Lasting Damage on Our Soul
Bitter is the pain of this weird feeling,
With the moral agony that I'm now reeling.
Left with no words for selection,
I can't express my frustration over the election,
And let my raw emotion out for political healing.
Sad that we are going back,
Following a dark political track,
Confused and befuddled on our destiny,
Seems heading into peril, conflict and mutiny,
With deepening division and moral crack.
His rhetoric is divisive and polarizing,
His gesture is shameful and provoking,
Disgusting is his mannerism and behavior,
With an attitude of being indifferent and cavalier,
So his penchant for divisions that he loves stoking.
With fear psychosis having boosted his political run,
His second term will be of no fun.
The naked king's divisive strategy will take a toll
On our nation's conscience and collective soul,
And inflict a lasting damage with his smoking gun.
January 25, 2025
Love an Unhinged Spirit of A Laissez Faire Teen
Romance is the feeling that flows
Through veins and arteries with aromatic bubble blows,
Scrubbing the veneer of heart's membrane
With mirage and miracle of love's warmth and bane,
To stow the heart's inner orchard with fruits and roses in neat rows.
At times, love seems like a soothing emotive tickle,
When unrequited, it feels like scraping the heart with a sickle,
As if bloods dripping from arteries and veins,
Still making one feel joy out of love's brutal pains
And longing for the oozes of its drooping fruits to trickle.
To many, love is flustering and fleeting,
As if an invisible meteor with bright illumination greeting
The naked eyes only for moments before disappearing.
An unfulfilled heart suddenly begins rearing
To absorb the oxygen of love and start pulsating.
Love is innocent, it's woven in joy and woes, it's pristine;
Love doesn't dissipate, it stays forever and umpteen.
One has to feel it, fall/rise in it, smell it, be stung by its pain,
To enjoy the ethereal senses when drenched by the love of rain
And unleash the joy of an unhinged spirit of a laissez faire teen.
February 27, 2025
For the Sake of Free World, Provide Ukraine a Protective Cocoon
2/28/2025 will go down in history
As the worst day of the world diplomacy.
Shouting and screaming fill the air of the Oval Office
And make leaders present look more like a novice,
Amidst high-decibel bickering among Trump, Vance and Zelenskyy.
It's clear whose game the free world's leader is playing.
Seeing for how an ally's blood he is baying
On behalf of a dictator and autocrat,
It's not hard to fathom that he would chum up to every plutocrat,
And ruin our reputation and lay our credibility decaying.
This dystopian leader often highlights the "America First" approach,
But often the casualty is the very American values that he would reproach.
His shrill and shrewd talks don't musk his hatred
For multilateralism, resulting our close allies feeling betrayed,
And leading us to an embarrassment too profound even to broach.
The institution itself suffers after elevation of a buffoon,
Who's trying to please an aggressor and a tyrant racoon
By kowtowing and extending an olive branch,
While subjugating Zelenskyy with invective tranche,
Instead of offering Ukraine a protective cocoon.
March 7, 2025
NOTE: I have penned this Limerick to express my disgust over how our ally, Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelenskyy, has been insulted and humiliated in the Oval Office in front of cameras. Zelenskyy has shot back too, creating a ruckus unbecoming of a diplomatic high standard and befitting protocols.
From Nemesis to Messengers of Tranquility
To show our affinity for peace and commitment,
Want to flip the often-used statement.
Henceforth it will say: from the sea to the river,
Two states will live peacefully forever.
To the hope for millions, what could be a better testament?
Flesh, blood and revenge are not the answer,
Peace can't dawn upon the Holy Land in a wrapper,
With blood spilling from the fire and brimstone.
It's the message of peace that needs to propagate the sermon,
A call for coexistence and tranquility to make off the violence taper.
The second Eid descends on Gaza amidst a teetering cease-fire,
For the few days of joyous mood that Gazans strive to aspire.
As a dream as faint as a vanishing star still brightens,
And the prospect of peace as fragile as glass still heightens,
The ray of hope twinkles from the Holy Land's peace spire.
Somewhere in the desert, hope to find a heavenly oasis,
Which suppresses the desire for the blood of nemesis,
And warriors will eventually see the conflict's futility,
Transforming them instead into messengers of tranquility,
Something the Holy Land utterly needs for sustainable peace.
NOTE: Disgusted by repeated violations of cease-fire and heart-wrenching scenes of mayhem, mistrust and miseries in the Holy Land, this Limerick tries to find an optimistic destiny for the people who are ensnared by the vicious cycle of bloodbath and violence. This Limerick is completed on April 5, 2025.
Game of Tariff
Tariffs or tax, they are literally the same,
Treating consumers like a duck that's lame.
They hurt the economy with a gut punch,
Cost now more to eat the same dinner or lunch.
Tariffs or tax: same effect irrespective of their name.
Nay, Tariff doesn't make nations prosperous,
It makes consumers leery and nervous.
Tariff is the 21st century's version of the global blackmail,
Creating a slippery economic trail
And pushing broader economy to a state that's simply perilous.
Tariff is His favorite game,
He plays it hard without any shame.
At the end, the economy will be left high and dry,
And consumers will have no other way, but to try
Managing their budget, with inflation no easy way to tame.
Tariff is the economy's huge drag,
Despite the ruler's narcissist brag.
It sets back our economic engine
And pushes the economy from a tall chevin.
Tariff gives the feel of a groom drenched in rain and clag.
Note: I was motivated to write this limerick by the misplaced notion of tariff's efficacy and its adverse impact on the broader economy. Our current ruling class takes the tariff amateurishly and cavalierly more like a game than an economic strategy. I completed this limerick on November 30, 2025.
