Away From The Usual

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A little while from now

 I would not hear  in all

 the quarrels of my maids

 the blames   with a spitefulness

 the shouts of my cook for nothing

his stealthy withdrawals  seen and unseen

 the worldly advice of my driver to all around

preaches he with a force never practises

 the  divine communique of my watchman

 who links every event to the Lord

 says he that God made them all

 the screech of the vehicles

 plying up and down  the road

 know not where they go

and for what they go

turning next door, I hear

 the blindfold recitation of children

 with the teachers  at the top of their voice

teach alphabets  in a tone monotonous

while numbers one, two and three etc

come in a sequential flow

the hawkers cry calling out

 banana, banana, orange oranges

 till their voice turns hoarse

 going to go away from this place  of sound

 away from the hustle and bustle

 far away for a fortnight on to the wilderness

have to go without the usual  used surround

 I am going to miss them all obviously

 a yearning almost for a time from now

 Oh! am I going to miss you for long?

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The Theorem Of Fame.

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Fame would come in any ways

be you a writer of plays

else be you a cartoonist

you a politician with sway

or  be you a cartoonist all gay

also, a wise man growing grey

the renown comes your way

when you go about with a dedication

when you  perform with a motivation

when you attempt with a resolution

none can stop you from attaining fame

be it not an  effect tame

be it one  without blame

that would put others to shame

and make you rise in fame and name.hall of fame

A Tiring Day

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it is a  very tiring day

almost at home the full  day

yet felt very tired  in a way

the day is different  anyway

with a lot of things  in view

many more waiting in the queue

some more to be placed in lieu

others have to be looked for the due

those are the things in few

that makes me tired

and now I am fixed  with glue.After_a_tiring_day_by_xXDiceXx

Two Leaders Meet.

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The leaders meet

cordially greet

embrace each other

call themselves as brothers

compliment one another

pose together

comes then the question

very much required for the destine

how many hours do you sleep?

pops  out  the reply  with a beep

three hours a day says one

five hours says the other one

follows  then an empty laughter

Should  you call it a banter?

as these obama-modi1talks do not cause a matter.

The Magnificence Of Tulasi

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Tulasi leaves are considered  holy

the small little leaves  they are

grow  on a  plant  not big

spread   a grace

send  an aroma pleasant

they, in my part of  the  land

are worshipped  with piety

by women  with  ardent devotion

tended with care in a pot

having elaborate designs

resemble a stupa like structure

every morn  the women water the plant

keep sindhoor and draw kolams

enhancing the divine charm

they perform an aarathi  with dedication

go around the stupa thrice  with eyes closed

prostrate before the Tulasi tulasi plant

a belief that has  been bequeathed by elders

followed by generation after generation

well, the basil gives prosperity to her devotees

that  be the magnificence of the plant

The Strange Poem

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The writing is strange

the style is stranger

the words are archaic

the structure strangest.

The poem struck me.

I  read it again

then again and again

sounded very genuine.

The style as such was different

not very coherent

but  seemed to be a melody

rhapsodical and

The words are simple

could be  understood easily

they are there with an ease

very cordial and pleasant.

The strangeness I find

both in words and style

add up to the charm

quaint and enlivening.

The poem elicits a grandeur

modelled on a structure

ordinary yet extraordinary

great and celestial.

Strange goes with divine

as it hovers round the unknown

a halo perhaps unseen

strange-attractor-crop an awareness of a bliss.

Alive And Dead,

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A disturbance is there

Is it of the mind?

that could be any kind

as we  truly find

the mind makes a hell

and rings the bell

it  makes a heaven

and places it in a haven

the psychic and physic

both work in a trick

if there is a failure  in one

it fails the other one

mostly the mind is the culprit

as it destroys the body into bits

throws it  as a waste  down the drain

the body acts in a feign

becomes an entity  that lives through

that walks and talks  very much true

befits the epithetalive and dead. alive and dead

Expression Of Gratitude

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paddy-harvesting-4It is a long, long weekend

with the festival on the verge

harvesting is in full swing

paddy, millet and maize converge

heaped in separate wings

hay is stacked in piles

the farmers run about in a worry

the traders rush in a hurry

with the weighing scale and cash

the transactions are done in exact

the sacks full of grains are loaded in a flash

their journey across the fields start instant

as the human traffic dies down

birds descend and saunter around with anxiety

pick the remains that lie on the field now brown

the farmers recline and relax with contentment

the celebration takes off with an  enchantment

dance around and sing merrily with immense zest

fire crackers and beat the drums with overwhelming joy

an expression of gratitude for the good revenue

without a forget end up with an anthem to Nature the giver of all.

External And Internal

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They are thoughtful

not very grateful

talk wonderful

behave  beautiful

it is a show  external

not so in the internal

where lies  the eternal

a mind so awful

with a tinge of  rueful

and a trait of doleful

could it be bashful?

could it be  joyful?

know what is in full

as they are all handful

either they would be  graceful

or external and internal might be  disgraceful.