The Great Mansion - By Amit Herlekar

The Great Mansion

Its a majestic thing to all who see
The Mansion across the horizon
With rose gardens and tall trees
Stood tall on its stead - Unshaken

Passing by the moor, an old man often
Smiled gladly when his eyes caught
This magnificent structure - Abandoned
By time, which was once admired a lot

It was a palace all sang and danced, it Prayed
For everyone to Live and Enjoy Life with charm
Where grandmas baked and children played
It welcomed every living soul - With open arms

It was a home for Lovers of Romance
In the rose garden, under the starry night
Embracing each other in a complete trance
For all other eyes it was a delightful sight

Now he stood very close to it - Very upset
Admiring every detail crafted up by pouring sweat
Then his proud smile gradually began to fade
When the liveliness was lost - What fate!

He couldn't accept its failure in the struggle
With time, of being the dear thing - Forever
Where he saw little kids play and giggle
Is now filled with haunting silence allover

It was once a Castle of a Great King
And there were celebrations all the time
Everything is blown away by howling wind
For Emptiness to prevail like Eternal Sunshine

Its neither pleasing those New Eyes
Nor it is a structure of glory anymore
He wonders why it can't be otherwise
Why can't it stand a chance anymore?

It steals attention of anyone passing on the way
But it remains just as good as anything to watch
"It was a great mansion" - is what they say
And share its stories holding a glass of Scotch

He longs to live in the mansion - As Before
Thinking he could rediscover his inner self
But it looked old fashioned and he couldn't adore
As it is gravely beaten by time - Like himself

Left in ruins, will it die alone in oblivion?
Or survive as a legend in pages of History?
Why does anyone care where he is buried in
When all his noble deeds are deemed ordinary

Thus goes the song of roaring Rise and silent Fall
All the hard worked footprints slowly get erased
Time always wins to cause imminent Downfall
Paving way for the new breed of things to race.

- Written by: Amit Herlekar

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Holy Night - By Anna McCarthy Hoffman

Holy Night

Who are you
In the Christmas story
Were you ever young
And in trouble
Pregnant as a teenager
And unmarried
Are you someone
Taking responsibility for things
Not your own, burying secrets
and disapointments
Making the most of a life
Or a business owner offering
What little you could to others
With an emergency need
During extraordinary times
One of the globe trotting titans
Foreseeing trends, markets, seasons
Investment in hand
Wanting to be part of the next great thing
The worker on the night shift
Watching another day pass
A common man just working to live
One night finding yourself
In the presence of Angels

- Written by: Anna McCarthy Hoffman

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Lodinium - By Anna McCarthy Hoffman


History drives
Down the red roads,
Colored asphalt carpets
Not just for Bentleys
Jaguars, Rolls Royce
But rickshaws, Red buses
Mobs of weaving blue Bicycles
At weekends
Philosophy walks these
Stained sandstone slabs
Uneven and washed out
These sidewalk see-saws
Tottering toe-traps set to
Catch the young and drunk
By surprise
Civilization trips over these
Rounded, warn
Cobbled streets
Cracked teeth beneath her feet
With blackened gums
Chewing at her heels

- Written by: Anna McCarthy Hoffman

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