subscriptions thoughts turmoil

Mind storms

Watching a storm ,

In its great fury,

Caused a reform,

With a fine dreary.


The racing  apprehension

Blew in a  terrible rage,

Confining  the   tension

Within its range.


The  swirling violence,

Created a despair

Restoring the  silence,

To a quiet whisper.


The roaring hurricane,

Dealt a thunder

Resulting a foregone,

In a gloomy  shudder.


The angry typhoon,

Instilled a furore,

Convicting  the siren

To an endless   chore.



The mind like the storm,

Runs in  an insane form,

Relapsing on an uncertain qualm,

Unnerving the genial balm.


A disarming fear lurks,

An unkempt  cringe smirks,

Leaving a perilous  refrain

As a lasting  design,.













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Jazz Up

Break  the monotony ,

With a   fine symphony,

Ease the hardship,

With a cordial friendship,

Revive the spirit,

With a  jubilant merit.

Rejuvenate the soul,

With an   easy  roll.

Enliven the mood,

With a  gay brood.

Enhance the self ,

With a grand play off,

Recuperate the mind,

With a novel find,

Pour out your feelings,

With a strong inkling

Jazz up  my friend,

With a newest  trend.

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Let Me Come Out.

I  am a closed book,

As I stand hooked,

Away from the   buzz,

Into a thorny rush.


I went into a shell,

Aghast of the alarming bell,

Away from the tussle,

Into a close nestle.




I withdrew from the crowd,

Afraid of the proud,

Away from the  deceit,

Into a sullen retreat..





I  confined myself to a spot,

Apprehensive of  burning hot,

Away from the malice,

Into a  sombre solace.




I am  now an old hag,

Walking with a drag,

Waiting for the  boat.

Oh!Let me come out.

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A Cane On The Lane.

Going down the lane,

I saw a big cane,

Lying idly  on the middle,

Creating a perplexing riddle,

The passers crossed over,

With a slight tremor,

No one dared to take,

As  though it was fake,

Lest it would turn like,

A hideous omen alike,

Marking a risk too  much,

Dispensing a terrible fear  as such,

A man came  groping towards it,

With uneasy effort lifted it,

 Surprised  the spectator’s find,

 That he was blind.

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Few knots

 The little obstacles that come up,

Are nothing much to distemper,

 As the stoic attitude that  keep up

The equanimity   under proper

Controlling the eventual let  up,

With a manoeuvering    clipper

That lead to an easy  set up.

Booking a quality  somber,

Disentangling a knotty  prop up,

Heralding a convenient   empower.





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The Left Over.

There is a balance.

Which poses a challenge ,

How to  carry over?



There is a grievance,

Which creates a misery.

How to tide over?





There is a   deliverance,

Which  makes a difference,

How to cross over?



There is a reverence ,

Which expresses a preference ,

How to bow over?





There is a   boldness

Which shows an awareness

How to ride over?




There is a remembrance,

which  cries for a  recurrence.,

How to think over?




There is a permanence,

Which calls for  freshness,

How to  link over?




There is a tolerance,

Which kindles patience,

How to  brook over? 

There is a graciousness,

Which reinstate a significance,

How to leave over?



There is   callousness

Which forms a  wickedness ,

How to  shield  over?






There is a resonance,

Which waits for a reason.,

Is it the left over?


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Live Like A king

Live like a king,

With all in a ring,

Dwell in a house,

With  comforts in force,

Ride in a car,

With luxury afar,

Eat like a poor,

With limited sour,

Enjoy like a kid,

With most you can bid.

Die like a  noble man,

With  a  great  brand.

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That Can’t Be

I like to hop from the running bus,

Is it not a crazy fuss?

I wish to  jump from the fast train,

Is it not a  frantic feign?

I love  to sleep in the snow,

Is it not a strange throw?

I  want to  bathe in the sea,

Is it not a  pleasant  free  ?

I  propose to  fly  in the air?

Is it not a silly fair?

I mean to  be away from bustle,

Is it not a terrible tussle?

I want to be what I am,

No ,it is not a spam.


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Delivering A Majesty

It was a  fantastic clipping,

Which led me to a  flipping

 As the  writing was exquisitely elegant,

 Making the presentation   illuminatively  brilliant,

 Forcing  me  to  read it again.

 Then I detected a  strain,

That  seemed so familiar

Whose  writing appeared very similar,

To that of mine,

It was an inherent line,

That spoke of many inbuilt intricacies,

Who is the author?

I ponder.,

What an amazing technique?

I  critique.

The flow of language is full-throated,

The selection of words is highly quoted,

The ease of penning is enjoyably rooted,

The  substantial input is meticulously  ornated


The author is none other than,

My little man,

Whose passion was reading

Whose profession is writing,

I recollect  his  childhood  days

When  he indulged in plays

 But mostly  used to sleep

With books   interred deep,

 Focusing his eyes on the page,

Posing like a sage,

Devouring the   language and meaning

With facilitated screening,

Forgetful of drink  and food,

Unaware of the affairs of the brood,

I take an about turn

 By making a track back to  23 / August

The day of  his biological    entry,

I  felt  I  nurtured a different carry,

Not  too heavy literally,

But  held  a weight  literary ,

I proudly delivered ,

A Majesty   beautifully  liveried.



 Now, I armoured in spontaneity,

Hover over eternity,

To unfold  an abundance ,

Of wisdom and wealth in redundance,

As water pledges to hold us apart,

Creating a tough  depart,

My  blessings  slide over in the air,

To greet you on your  lovely fair










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The Lofty Ideal

Setting a goal in play,

Is a promise   ever,

Capturing a grade in fray,

Is an affluence   clever,

Crediting a record in pay,

Is an achievement wherever

Consulting an expert in say,

Is a proposition   forever,

Modelling a supremo in array,

Is a  difficult endeavour

Squeezing a light in ray,

Is an extract  never

Carrying a delicacy in tray,

Is a  wish   whatsoever,

Levelling a mount in spray,

Is a task  wherever,

Maturing  to a  merit  in  flay,

Is a  fame however,

Holding a torch in gay,

Is a pride whenever,

Mentoring a trigger in a day

Is a rapport   ever so ever

Empowering an ideal display,

Is a lofty replay  all so ever.