Throw Concepts


Throw concepts on the wall

just fix them tall

 leave them there in all

 never bother to pursue them to call

 an attack would be sensible to fall

 otherwise it would be an addiction in small

 carry with it nothing in crawl

 a statement let out  in all

take it or leave it is your call

 that is   the choice of  a poet 

 who writes with sincerity  in quiet.

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That Be Her Today


 

Born in a family of great affluence

trained in fine arts from age four

 music, dance and instrumental

were part of life with the fundamental

schooled in the best convent 

graduated with honours and rank

an apple of the parent’s eye.

great was the life till she was twenty.

 

Came twenty with a bang 

marriage rushed in with a twang 

wedded into a family of frugality

a cheek on the go was the finality

turned she into a wife all in a sudden

bore she the yoke of burden

found she in an alien household

 style and niceties on hold.

 

Forgot she her tunes and rhythm

became she one among the crowd 

did she all the chores in diligence 

had no time to think of her old days 

tossed by the in-laws all the more

turned a ghost of herself in short 

lost she her qualities of grace 

aped she the crudities of the place.

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Time flew , forty years later 

discovers she her youthful attire 

that of song and poetry with ardour

goes she to her veena with a fervour 

 Lo ! her knees ache all the way 

stands she with tears  in her eyes 

starts to sing a song of her days

oh ! her voice cracks all the way.

 

That be her  today

longs she to get back to  the golden days 

tries hard with  disciplinary diligence

Oh ! finds herself in the place still

easy to turn and look back with a feel

 misty is the recollections  hard to retrieve 

life has taken the toll all too much 

sits down she  desperate with hands folded.

 

The Old Man


An old man out there

 lives in despair 

 a king so long 

 committed actions wrong.

 

A rigid man without respite

fell a prey to a spite

knowing or unknowing right 

 now wallows in ignominy bright.

 

Thrown he now out of his fiefdom

 has become so inactive and dumb

looks he a puppet with a drum

 comical character of his erstwhile kingdom.

 

Childless he is,  this  wealthy man

adopted  a son from his own clan

 who hatched out a  clever plan

that entrapped the old man.

 

KnowsComic_Book_Guy_at_the_hospital not how to come out 

 the old lion seems worn out 

Would he regain his strength?-a doubt

worry his kin all throughout

 

 

Two Green Trees


Saw through a window 

 two plantain trees over and above

nestled they close to each other 

looked like affectionate brothers

their leaves seemed to bid

 their greenery was one of mirth

the potency was one of great wealth

 not that of monetary in a sense 

but that  much of gregariousness

compiled with thought in diligence

the leaves store a lot of chlorophyll

long and broad at the same time 

enough to hold many a dish in fill

their flowers are most unusual

look they towards the  earth in a dual

have a unique colour of their own

a blend of red and pink in tone

hold they inside a store of values

medicinal to the most in a clue 

drive they the toxins from body

its stalk seem so tender 

yet  have great qualities to render

they too have a strain acclaimed 

 befit they to  the fame

nurture they the medicinal properties 

 fit enough to expel the kidney stones 

the bananas that come out  in stock 

turn golden-yellow in a block

savoury they are all the more 

delicious and sweet  they are 

eaten fresh or made into a milk-shake

become a curry when unripe  

whilst they are still green 

sauté with chilly and salt

fried deep or baked soft 

A gifted plant  or a tree whatever 

 you might call  with pleasure 

a sight lovely to look at 

with awe and gratia  true.

 

 

 

 

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A Nightmare


A fortnight it is since 
satisfied with a rinse 
confined to bed all through
 coughed with all might in true
temperature high throughout 
could do nothing in real
 lay there with eyes  on the tile 
a horrible fortnight in all
have scathed through the great fall.

If it recurs once again
know not how to deign
the suffering is one of hardest 
has kept me from all at the farthest
could be termed as a battle 
made me toss in bed with a prattle
talked  disoriented in delirium
lost the coveted equilibrium
a nightmare now gone. 

 
 almost dead.

The Rose Again


It is a rose again

 that promotes a gain

 it is not a feign

 but seen very plain

a beauty in form 

above all norms 

 no measurements in straight 

 random and bright 

colourful it is through

a lovely rose in hue 

 petals soft as  drops of dew 

 around the birds flyrose

the butterfly zooms 

 the rose  gives a room

with a lively bloom

dispels their gloom

that be the rose again

 promotes a vast gain.

 

 

 

 

 

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