Month: September 2010

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The School


Rolling  back the days,

Back into the old  class

Rejoicing the  mischievous   plays

Gives a  ceremonious  flash.

 

 

Down I go  to the class room

Visualising the  kids enter

With a curious  gloom,

Waiting for a quick  exit.

 

 

Sauntering into the playground,

I see  a merry-go-round,

Which held us altogether

In an intimate tether.

 

 

Standing on the portals,

Glancing through the totals,

Renders a  feeling pleasant,

Registers a thought decent.

 

 

My heart goes to you,

Since my thoughts are from you

I am bound to you  my dear,

For what I am   in the near.

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MY Home


My home  is a structure concrete,

Full of vibrations discreet,

Bubbling with lively sprite,

Lying in an exclusive  bright.

It looks like a dumb building

But holds within it  dainty feeling,

Each door gives out a clue,

Each window opens out to the blue.

It appears as a sullen house,

But has  a majestic  pose,

As each brick sings a  refrain,

While each stone chants a  bargain.

It seems a little old,

But emanates a spirit bold,

As each plant waves merrily,

While each tree dances happily.

Quietness is its essence,

Grand is its magnificence,

Inimitable is its form,

Enchanting is its charm.

My home ,sweet home,

I cherish you all the same,

I wish  all the more.

To be with you further more.

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Far Beyond


Looking up towards the sky,

We see a shining spy,

Glistening like a fry,

Squeezing the eyes in a pry,

 We get a glimpse of a try,

Which may be an elusive lie,

But very much a tangible wry,

Through a scorched  thicket dry

Over a credential sigh,

Acquiring  with a hope alive,

The treasured olive

Which is far beyond,

Very much beyond ,

The normal rejoin.

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Into The Beyond


The peep into the beyond,

 Is  a  distinct seeking,

Which is really cracking,

Which is truly unnerving,

But mostly ruminating.

  

A sail into the far off, 

Is a search daring  ,

That is mainly rocking,

That is merely entwining,

But wholly  navigating.

 

 

A flight over the high sky,

 Is a  venture  exciting,

Which is firmly  tiring.

Which is closely eluding,

But reliably introspective.

 

 So  a peep into the beyond,

 Also a sail into the  far off,

More so a  flight over the high sky,

 Ever so  an invincible  try,

Always is an enigmatic round off.

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Anything Beyond?


All times  Man made weapons,

The bow and arrow of yore,

The spear and shield of the medieval,

The  tanks and bombs of the modern,

Forge on an enmity,

Mostly for power,

More so for greed,

Little for competition,

Casting  a  bloodshed,

Creating untold  misery,

Making  unsound frenzy,

Causing death,

The panic  thus unleashed,

Lets one cry,

Lets one sob,

Lets one  query,

What is all this for?

Creativity should be applauded.

With definite encumbrance,

Should it focus on welfare,

Well and good,

If it is   towards destruction,

Never and  not at all.

As there are  many things beyond,

Power, wealth and competition.

There are other quiet things,

Not much thought of,

But most honourable,

They are Love and tranquillity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Quandary


 

The  assigned task  is done

The result is   still not known,

The fret undergone,

Preserves a  sluggish tone.

 

 Have emptied the whole energy,

 Have put the entire effort,

 Have slogged  to attain a synergy,

 So expect  a  full fledged  support

 

 

What  would be the  development.

How will it  be rendered?

Will it be a fulfillment?

Is it not  a perplexing perception?

 

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What Else?


 Forced  into hands up,

Struggled  with  eyes down,

Sobbing in  a shut up,

 A total  toss-up

What  more to succumb?

  

Seen treachery all around,

Heard lies all along,

Felt sad all through,

A horror all over,

What  not to die?

 

Hope to get away,

Wish to  ebb away,

As soon as a ray,

In a quick sway,

What else is on the way?

 

 

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What Less?


Living with a penny,

Holding  a spirit uncanny,

Resuming a thought  funny,

What less  can  we brook?

 

 

Apprehending a sleeve up,

Allowing a wicked usurp,

Giving way to a pop up,

 What less  can you experience?

 

Enduring an unbearable pain,

Resolving to an unlimited strain,

Reading  a horror in train,

What less can we do?

 

 

Lesser you shrink,

The more you blink,

Oh!it is a  perilous brink,

What less to think?

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What more?


An   explosive  level has reached,

A waiting  period has ceased,

A  pronounced  difference has creeped,

A  gradual withdrawal has settled,

What more  is expected?

 

 There is a deprivation,

Which results in a frustration,

There is an annihilation,

Which ends  in  a desperation.

What more  is in store? 

 

 

Nothing more can there be,

Nothing less can there be.

Anything more is  a disaster much,

Anything less is a rigour  too  much.

What  more to bear?

 

 

More or less ,not a question,

Light or heavy , is not the issue ,

Vile  and  Vengeance  are important

Nay, turn away from them .

 Yes. What more can be said?

 

 

 

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Good In The Bad.


Rain poured  in torrence,

 As the thunder blasted in resonance,

Creating  a pandemonium,

Dissipating a memorandum,

Of chaos and confusion,

Yet there  evolved a referendum,

Leading to an exhilaration,

Of plenitude and surplus,

In the water starved  nation,

Anticipating a  propitious excess,

 By receiving a down pour bounteous,

Filled  the reservoirs copious,

Allowed   a placid accumulation obvious,

 Thus ensuing a grand celebration imperious.

 

The bad displayed  by the rain

Did refurbish the terrain,

Much to the joy,

Of the lovely toy,

All are but creations

You and I,

From  all generations,

Of the great Almighty!

We know not,

Where do we come from?

How did such heavy rain form?

What brings   happiness?

What is in store ?

 

But  we must learn to see ,

Good in the  bad.