Month: May 2011

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The More You Desire- Crime


Hunger gets appeased after  par-taking food,

Thirst is satiated after a sipping a drink

That which  shows   bounteous grows and broods,

Is the unquenchable  desire that is beyond the brink.


 The itch of  wanting more and most at all times,

The lure for  accumulating wealth  hastily ,

 Calls for a craving that originates all crimes,

Shoving the  maniac to a disaster quickly.


Loads and tonnes of money are extremely  attractive,

Inciting  and invigorating with a  burning fervour

Rendering a   pronounced  dilapidation destructive,

With a staunch reinforcement of manoeuvre.


The thought of earning  through rightful means,

The mode of doing business with ethics,

Have long been beefed up wrongful scenes,

Levying a sensational breach of normal antics.


The monstrous appetite to  collect and hoard,

Is an epidemic that is terribly contagious,

Making  every other to resort to a tricky board,

Plunging them into a  disease  infectious .


The fortunate few  escape by  wily diverts ,

Pass on unscathed to a secure sphere,

Lo! the majority  are caught  by the vigilant  alerts,

Sink into a coveted imprisonment   dear.






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Events Around.


It is, but, natural for a river to flow,

It is, but,routine for the sun to shine,

it is, but , occasional for the wind to blow,

It is , but , regular for the movements to line,

But , it is, the sequence that  make us mellow.


A month of activity and bustle kept us in tow,

The Osama bin laden shoot was a surprise,

The gold and silver  prices fell in a row,

The Indian elections  points out to a new apprise,

The Strauss Kahn adultery created a show,

Pushing us to an amazing and tantalising jeopardise.


The events one after another give a  stupendous jolt,

The shoot out  invokes a hatred and vengeance,

The decline in commodities prices  pegs a bolt,

The  Indians have  exhibited enormous power  by prudence,

The  slander  of IMF chief has brought in a blasphemous quote,

The happenings around the world   instill  a worldly jurisprudence. 





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Numbed We Are


Reactions and recovery are signs of  alertness ,

 Expressing  vividly annoyance and indignation,

Soliciting  largely  approval and  certification,

A quick  comprehension  acquires  a better  the resolution,

This is the code of conduct  which keep us in  harness. 


Igniting the minds to the gruesome ugliness,

Marks  the trend of the  revolutionary  associations  

That bring to light the  in despicable transgressions,

Which  otherwise manage to escape the specific attention,

Inciting a formulated planned move of brashness.


Alas! How many  do act  against the atrocities?

Oh!  it is not my cup of tea! is the common jargon

Keeping   miles away from the deceitful dragon,

Most  restrain themselves from even uttering a slogan,

That emphatically hoots for a deliberate restriction  of callosities.


Remaining unattached to the devilish augmentation around ,

The selfish conceit  sucks the throb to espy with concern,

The significance of withdrawal depicts the lost discern,

The curtailing attitude reinforces the  sheepish adjourn,

Resting on a  paralytic numbness  greatly found.


Getting out of trouble is  a ruse, an easy way to adopt,

Then what for we live as habitants with flesh and blood?

Noticing the ruptures and breakthroughs  which flood,

Witnessing the hunger and poverty  which knocks us like a thud,

Living like an invalid literally in a wheelchair  lavishly  topped.







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Through The Keyhole


It  was  a thorough  checking that took place,

It was a minute detailed  survey  conducted

 It  was a skilful surgery performed,

It was a lovely painting portrayed.


All the incongruities were laid bare, 

Every opinion was tabulated,

The  minute anomaly was removed,

Each small impression  became lively.


The scenario over a large canvas  is massive,

It attains a proportion   beyond all ratio,

The bewildering depiction stares and stares ,

Getting one into an uncomfortable throw.


The small presentation is a delicious magnificence,

Rendering an articulate  and fine attune,

The soft feathery touch lightens up the mind,

Accepting that small is beautiful.


Thoroughness overtakes vastness, I feel,

 Deep insight jumps over  broad outlook , I assume,

 Good turn  holds much more than  a philanthropic  deal,

A key hole is a window to the world than a wide door.





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I Am Truly Myself.


The sky was blue and crystal clear,

The day was bright and sunny,

There was a great momentum and cheer,

Suddenly there was a change funny,

Dark clouds sauntered  idly like a bear,

The  hot sun sank  as a dummy,

Drops of water fell likely on the rear,

Subdued noises emanated from the sky’s tummy,

Blinding lightning dazzled with a tear,

 A loud  ear-splitting sound  tore the ear phony.

Off went the electricity without a glare,

Drops of water fell likely on the rear,

Subdued noises emanated from the sky’s tummy,

Blinding lightning dazzled with a tear,

 A loud  ear-splitting sound  tore the ear phony.

Off went the electricity without a glare,

 The computer lost its capacity in a  fussy,

The television stopped its activity in a tear,

All  the kitchen gadgets  halted  forsaking the gravy,

Leaving me alone to fend with my self-defensive care,

My hands skilfully aided me in my duty,

My eyes deftly led me through without a stare,

My legs strongly took me to places in reality

 Whatever may be the eventual casualty

I will be myself , truly myself ,without a flare.



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How A Day Should Be?


How A Day Should Be?.

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How A Day Should Be?


The day is unusually cool with slight drizzle,

Leaving us in a  state of mirth and cheer,

So long the scorching heat made us muzzle,

Pushing us to  undue perspiration and fiery fire.


The pleasant morn   was salubrious  and breezy,

The trees  tossed their leaves in  new-found joy,

The flowers in the plants fluttered  crazy,

The  enlivened city behaved like  a tom – boy.


The streets became alive with hurried moves,

The shops wore a grand festive look,

The schools opened  their doors for sportive  proves,

A little fall in farenheit   listed a veritable shook.


The energy sucked out from habitation,

Sullied the eloquence of the town,

Sending them to a reeling desolation,

Promoting a freckled famished frown.


This day many  schedules got oriented,

With proven care and personal supervision,

The other days cast a feverish unbearable spell,

Subjecting imminent duties to an untold procrastination.


See, what a change the temperate weather brings,

Relieving the pains of excessive  tension  of intolerable heat,

Look, what a progress  would ensue out of spontaneous sings,

Relaxing the fretting mind of pressing deliberate beat.

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Traumatic it is.


A predicament keeps on hustling me  for years together,

Certain times it is as oppressive as myocardial infraction rather,

Other times it is felt, but less bothersome altogether,

Will I be able to fulfill it in my active years my thoughts gather?


Am I obsessed with that particular responsibility for  long?

My wandering mind saunters  aimlessly  mostly along,

The path and the avenue I tread , I feel are wrong.

Let me tell you ,my heart  sings  a melancholic song.


Never had I been cowed down by such retributions,

Ordeals and hardships are part of my life attributions,

I pushed them out with  deft designs and  foolproof execution,

Let me tell  you, my heart sinks into a dissolution.


Hundreds of   plausible insights did cross in,

None of them coordinated with my standard to a thin,

I tried hard to go along with the tide adopting a daring spin,

Let me tell you, I was drowned midway  in the chaotic din.


My plight has to be camouflaged   with a  tidy brilliance,

The despair in me tries to express itself in my countenance,

I struggle hard to suppress the emotions to befitting  credence,

Let me tell you, my  pretensions  lend me a required balance.

With a beaming smile I go about my  way of life,

With a full heart  I carry on  with my strife,

With a hope  that I would  overcome this  grief, 

Let me tell you, how traumatic it is , costing your half-life.




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Where Does Power Lie?


 Does it lies with the wealthy and rich ?

Is it  one in one with political big wigs?

 Does it  empowers the bureaucratic  pitch ?

 Nay  it makes people rig and dig.,


The top notches and top brass wield  authority,

Assuming they are a pack of indispensable,

They  decry and degrade everyone in their territory,

Writing off the average man as  contemptible

.

They luxuriously  roll and roll in wealth,

They deceitfully mint and print money,

They bask in the sun to enhance their health,

They speak and behave  like bitter-sweet honey.


The Man in the town moves ahead  without fuss,

Minding his business with concentration   truly,

Unknowingly knowing that his  money slips into the leader’s purse,

Unobtrusively observing the wrongs and scams diligently.


Five years fly  quietly  and quickly in a wink,

The leaders  descend  the ladder  for the first time,

Rushing to meet the Man in  the street link,

 Oh ! Oh!The election  is fast approaching calls the gentle rhyme.


 With  folded hands and with peevish looks  in  shifts 

The   heads of different parties go up and down,

Appeasing  Our Man  by advancing innumerable   gifts,

 Ascribing  gadgets and attires  to his own.


 Chuckling the electorate accepts all nonchalantly,

Nods with gusto and smiles with  mischievous pride,

Looking down on the supremo with condescension deliberately,

 While  they  promise   falsely to  favour the great octogenarian’s side.


The eighty-six  year old is a confirmed invalid,

Confined to the wheel chair  lying partially  ,

Compounded by his wives , children  both valid and invalid,

The ensemble  of the family are soaked in scams absolutely.


The polling went briskly a month ago,

His opponent  , a lady , in par with him almost,

Poses a stiff contest  in a competitive  go-go.

The people have no choice rather than these two at the utmost.


The old chief still shrewd and alert , manoeuvres  all trends

  Vigilantly watches the decline in the voters confidence,

Yet ,expects a victory , a sweeping majority  at all bends,

Well, hope is not only for us but also for him ,as it  lights up his defence.


The hand that has not rocked the cradle so  long 

Has got the mandate to rule the state,

She  gestures  her symbol of two leaves  as a  note  of joyous   song

Proclaiming herself as one unbeatable  of late.


The highly explosive Tamils bright and educated,

Bring the frail Karunanidhi and robust Jeyalalitha to rule

Vest them with undue power  decade  after decade .

Throwing the prosperity of the State to  a  desolate cool.



Now , do you know ,where does power lie?

Not as earlier told  with the rich in the tower,

But in ordinary citizens  ,who  factually buy,

The vestibules  and corridors  of power.

 






 


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It may be Tom ,Dick or Harry.


The passing frenzy got a cut off,

As it  focused  on a spin-off,

The twist to the turn was  stealthy,

It tried to depreciate the  wealthy,

As they dodged the authority ,

With power and audacity,

Dictating terms and  means  discreetly

Promising a handsome  hand out in the  transaction neatly,

Caught  in between the   forceps of control,

The officials succumb to the submissive role,

Playing the art of corruption impeccably,

In anticipation of the fortune assured enormously,

The quick money flows spontaneously,

The unaccounted money gushes out irresistibly,

The gigantic  rich became monstrously  richer,

Accumulating treasures in the form of gold and silver,

Diamonds and Platinum take the foremost run, 

Mercedes and BMW’s  add to the fun,

Islands and resorts  work up the billions,

Cruises and planes  amount to the trillions,

Mansions and retreats call for much more,

Philanthropy   claims   a torrential  down pour,

Educational institutions and hospitals   get their share ,

 As they cross the mind of the  Forbes top man’s dare ,

The imperious disburse their  surplus to the needy,

As though they  are parting with their hard-earned   money,

Which ,in fact, is the collection of wrong accounting,

Which , in truth , is the  securing of  details  recounting,

Which , in all seriousness, is  none other than robbing, 

The average  man, the poor man, the lay man of his throbbing,

Abducting the majority as a personal achievement,

Disbursing the miniscule as a  charitable endowment.

Let me assure you it may be anyone of us,

 It might be  Tom of  Wiltshire  Pathway ,

It could be Dick of  Macrohard,

It could also be Harry of Resilience.