The Poet’s Ruse

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The Poet’s Ruse

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46 episodes

1 week ago

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The Poet’s Ruse

Clown Show

It's a shit show out there. Could this be Donald, Vladimir, Erdoğan, Milei, Orbán or Narendra? Your guess is as good as mine.

So here comes a man
Of whom I'm no fan
Oh here comes a man
With a convoluted plan

He claims he's the leader
He is just a hate breeder
He claims he'll get things done
He is going to make you run

So here comes a man
Of whom I'm no fan
Oh here comes a man
With a convoluted plan

He wants to change
He is simply out of range
He wants to steal
He ain’t gonna get that deal

So here comes a man
Of whom I'm no fan
Oh here comes a man
With a convoluted plan

He knows very little
He is here to belittle
He knows no friends
He is loathed to the ends

So here comes a man
Of whom I'm no fan
Oh here comes a man
With a convoluted plan

Written by: Mathew Belliraj

6 months ago

53 seconds

The Poet’s Ruse

You say, I say, Hearsay

You say, I say, hearsay You say, I'm your friend That's the trend I say, I'm your enemy Will you marry me? You say, no, never I say, okay Come, live with me, hey Lover, forever together You say, Umm... I'll think I say, life is a blink Better kiss me Before you miss me You say, I'm an ugly duck I say, I'm loveblind One of a kind I don't give a fuck You say, I may stray I say, go try, don't be shy My heart is your home is why You'll come back and stay You say, I'll let you know, You are so different, you know Let's go slow-mo I say, just enjoy the show You say, aye aye, sir I say, that's a typo, an error Call me by my name, Are you game? You say, block me, please I say, cut the tease You're intoxicated, jeez! With my touch, smell, and memories You say, stuck is a curse Go, explore the universe I say, I'm your prose, you're my verse For better or worse You say, I need time, buddy I say, how about a lifetime or two Wait is a three-letter word; you Deal? Are you okay, baby? You say, I'm fine Beneath, a pain endures I say, may all my happiness be yours And all your sorrow be mine You say, why so serious? I say, I'm just being curious Temme how... Don't you know me by now Enough said, Enough of this you and I Without asking why Can't we just be, Not you and I, but we You and I Olive and Popeye 'Til we die Never lie, Never say goodbye

7 months ago

2 minutes 34 seconds

The Poet’s Ruse

Life. Threads.

Life is never a straight line It’s a thread You weave as you go Tangles form Knots arise You keep knitting Nobody gets out Untangled Yet, life is beautiful #Threads #Twitter #Life

2 years ago

34 seconds

The Poet’s Ruse

Return to Office

WFH is what you want. WTH is what you get.

As masks go down

I see

Two-faced masters

Tell you,

Good dog

Go! Fetch the ball

Come here, sit,

Come on! Take a seat

It's your last and final call

Come, grab your treat

Once bruised, a neck

Almost healed,

Collar mark concealed

What the heck!

There's no leash, no more,

Not even remote

All day you scratch, piss,snore,

And play

Sometimes, you moonlight

In broad daylight

Barking dogs seldom bite,

In a dogfight

Having forgotten the trade, youtrick

You've gone stray,

In the bargain

You ain't listen,

Come what may

The masters now feelin' theprick

First, they threaten,

Then they bribe, then they pray

But, hey...

Batman returns

Superman returns

Jedi returns

Jesus returns

Postman returns

Laundryman returns

Kabuliwala returns

Sinbad returns

Nobody else returns.

Written by: Rupesh Mandal

Hashtags: #Corporate #WFH #ReturntoWork #RemoteWorking #Covid

2 years ago

1 minute 18 seconds

The Poet’s Ruse

The Receptionist

Over the counter Waiting For my turn A tickle Tops my nose On a slow burn My eyes meet Hers, up-close My finger Swipes my nose Catching her Mirror me On the same beat Mimicking me… You are, are you? Did I enter the secret Door code; a cue? Temme… hey! A sheepish smile Was her only say I get my gate pass It was time, alas To go Oh, damn! How lame All I could ask, Was her name… #missedopportunity #human #connection

2 years ago

51 seconds

The Poet’s Ruse

AI ft. Eminem

Hey, hello... hi While sipping chai A thought seeps in, my-my AI's the new samurai The new high A, and I The parade behind stirs a cry Ew! OUch! Why leave us dry Before bidding bye-bye Let me tell you with a sigh These words are mine, aye-aye Not written by AI. /*The rise of AI has left behind a hue and cry, amongst humans and vowels alike.*/ Credits: Written by Rupesh Mandal. Performed by AI voice of Eminem on Uberduck. Rap Beats by 'Behind Barz'. 👊🤘 Hashtags: #AI #ArtificialIntelligence #AIArt #AIMusic

2 years ago

35 seconds

The Poet’s Ruse

Children of Imagination

Happy Children's Day. Every day.

There is a childIn all of us.The true us.We needTo get in touch with.Reimagine.A new world.Together.Reimagine opportunities.Reimagine possibilities.Reimagine true change.Reimagine childlike.Written by: Rupesh Mandal

3 years ago

33 seconds

The Poet’s Ruse

The Fool

Some people like to think they are entitled without having done nothing their entire lives. This is someone I know. A fool.

3 years ago

1 minute

The Poet’s Ruse

The Children Are Gone

A lament of the times. #India.

3 years ago

39 seconds

The Poet’s Ruse

BoJo

Dedicated to BoJo. Prime minister of Great Britain. Last seen on a bulldozer in India.

3 years ago

56 seconds

The Poet’s Ruse

Hear

India is in the throes of fascism. Violent, state-sponsored thuggery and hate; the order of the day. Free speech and dissent are brutally curtailed. The poets are chained. The people voiceless. The great nation bereft of a happy hum.

3 years ago

45 seconds

The Poet’s Ruse

2020

A deep desire to start afresh, gain understanding, focus on self improvement, be caring, helpful, selfless and tolerant and, give something back to the world.

5 years ago

1 minute 6 seconds

The Poet’s Ruse

No, I won't

NPAs keep piling up but Indian Govt. is obsessed with NPR and NRC. If implemented, we'd be asked to put papers to prove citizenship. Instead, I put my pen to paper.

5 years ago

49 seconds

The Poet’s Ruse

An Encounter With Truth

An encounter left the nation divided. Truth walks on no man's land. I rest my case.

when justice is

delayed, revenge

is a dish

served cold

revenge is conceived

giving birth to

miscarriage of

justice

a good cop is

a bad cop, sometimes,

and sometimes

a judge, jury and

executioner

with long arm of the law,

above the law, you

take the law into your own hands

and pull the trigger

to get even,

to get away with

murder, maybe

tit for tat

an eye for an eye,

a tooth for a tooth,

turn a blind eye

it's an open and

shut case

the nation

wants to know;

hell no!

no offence,

you don't want

justice,

you want

justice in a movie

justice is never

revenge, and revenge is

justice not done

Written by: Rupesh Mandal

5 years ago

1 minute 7 seconds

The Poet’s Ruse

Lost and Found

Hope is the last thing ever lost. Profound.

a beautiful

chaos

a pretty

mess

much like

love

and life

lipstick

mark

on her

teacup

brews

a permanent

mark

on my heart

the beauty

spot

on her deer

neck

makes

a blind

spot

accident-prone

glitters

in those big

eyes

mirror

the fire

in the

belly

a strong

mind sharp

enough

to give paper

cuts

gives up

only

to her big

heart

her

smiling

bye-byes

make me

sigh

for another

gone girl

that sweet

scent

of you

still lingers

around

lost and

found

Written by: Rupesh Mandal

5 years ago

1 minute 6 seconds

The Poet’s Ruse

Childhood Wanted

An ode to embracing your inner child.

I want to smile

all the while

I want to cry

squeeze orange peels

in my eye

I want to run,

go after a kite

under the sun

I want to jump

see the earth rotate, only to

come back to the same place

with a flump

I want to know

why do fireflies

in the night glow

I want to ask

how hot remains hot

and cold, cold

in a flask

I want to shout

from the rooftops

with my lungs out

I want to fight

like cats and dogs

Then reunite

I want to forgive

when you don't return

the comic books

that I give

I want to share

the last bubblegum

and the tattoo sticker, in-pair

I want to kick

stones on the way back

from school

a football trick

I want to sing

ding-ting, ding-ting, ting-ding

I want to dance

before the mirror

with my shadow

given half a chance

I want to hate

the first and last day

at school,

crossing the gate

I want to love

everything I do,

hand in glove

I want to promise

tomorrow means tomorrow,

mother-promise

I want to wish

upon a shooting star, ish!

I want to hope

even when you say

nope

I want to believe

Santa would come on

Christmas Eve

I just want to be a kid

as long as I can

last but not the least

make a bid

Written by: Rupesh Mandal

5 years ago

2 minutes 21 seconds

The Poet’s Ruse

Bookworm

All I wanted was to be in her good books. Today, she is a lost bookmark in my life.

sometimes i wish

i were the book you're reading

holding my face

you turn the pages of my heart

wish i were the words

see myself in your eyes

when you run your fingers

through my hair

you whisper, read

and i try to hear my name

your sigh

breathes life in me

words

that make you smile

make you cry

let you wonder

and ask why

without you

i’m naked

just black block letters

sometimes i wish

i were the book you're reading

and it’s a never-ending one

Written by: Rupesh Mandal

5 years ago

1 minute 6 seconds

The Poet’s Ruse

Permanent Guest

All we seek is permanence in impermanence.

5 years ago

40 seconds

The Poet’s Ruse

Musical Chair

Take a chair. Listen. Now, stand up and offer a two-minute silence for our democracy. Indian Politics is nothing less than a Musical Chair.

Chair chair

Musical chair

Enough of solitaire

Now vote for this funfair

Chair chair

Musical chair

Play solo, or with an old pair

State a sorry affair

Chair chair

Musical chair

Bring your own armchair

Even a wheelchair

Chair chair

Musical chair

Everyone's a player

Spectators ain’t unaware

Chair chair

Musical chair

Be a tortoise or a hare

You know how you fare

Chair chair

Musical chair

Push, elbow, or pull hair

Everything is fair

Chair chair

Musical chair

Lie or dare

When the truth is a snare

Chair chair

Musical chair

Stand up in assembly, not to care

Sitting back is your flair

Chair chair

Musical chair

Round and round, there there,

Go back to one-square

Chair chair

Musical chair

To win at any fare

Play on a wing and prayer

Chair chair

Musical chair

Play in hope or despair

When things are beyond repair

Chair chair

Musical chair

Every here and there

The music goes off the air

Chair chair

Musical chair

Sit on the lion’s share

Or hang by a hair

Chair chair

Musical chair

What gives you grey hair

Is a judgement, impair

Chair chair

Musical chair

Who wants to be a millionaire

Not an out of syllabus questionnaire

Chair chair

Musical chair

It’s just a game, you declare

To clear the air

Written by: Rupesh Mandal

5 years ago

2 minutes 3 seconds

The Poet’s Ruse

Brainwash #MeToo

In the wake of the Me Too movement, giving a voice to women against consumerism, advertising objectifying women, eve-teasing, sexual harassment, workplace harassment, gender pay gap, gender inequality, domestic violence, cultural suppression of female sexuality, power dynamics in the bedroom, and ending with new product ideas for humanity.

Body wash

Will it scrub those

Dirty looks

And lustful stares

Hand wash

Will it purge

That dominant handshake,

Extended squeeze

Face wash

Will it reveal

The cuts and bruises

Hidden beneath the makeup

Mouthwash

Will it raise her voice

Amongst the mute

Spectators

Intimate wash

Ah! Will it make him

Go down on her

For a change

Hair wash

Will it hold

Her head high to

Face the world

How about a regret

Shampoo, a soul

Cleanser, and

Aftersin lotion

How about an

Equality conditioner,

Compassion cream,

And a goodwill Moisturiser

Written by: Rupesh Mandal

5 years ago

1 minute 16 seconds