Month: June 2011

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Stitch In Time Saves Nine.


Stitch across the torn piece of cloth,

Stitch over a tattered piece of heart,

To  save it from  deterioration   fast,

 It is hard to restore the originality lost.

Stitch on time to  arrest the fault,

Stitch secure to prevent more tear,

Before the irrevocable  lands   bare,

Setting in motion an expensive fare.

 Stitch crossly to enliven the charm,

With red roses and green leaves,

With yellow fruits on huge trees,

That dangle like  balls in the  cool breeze.

Stitch intricately  into the design,

With pink , blue and brown threads,

Giving a pleasant shade and blend,

Creating a sensational    trend.

Stitch in tact the broken heart,

With kindness and  compassion,

Aiding to unwind the  depression,

Carefully dealing with  the  oppression.

Stitch over a cloth prolongs its life,

Stitch over a heart proposes longevity fine,

Makes the  heat beat in rhythmic twine,

It is stitch in time saves nine.


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I Have Been to London


Pussy cat, Pussy cat,Where have you been?

Oh! Where did the Pussy cat go? .

To London to see the queen,

 Well,what does this show?

 

 

Everyone wants to see  London,

 As once  it ruled the world,

Now  its supremacy is undone,.

When its colonisation spree got curled.

 

 

Its history goes back to the millennium

Founded by the Romans as Londinium,

Traced  its roots to celtic  medium,

Research enforces a period beyond compendium.

 

 

  

Hailed as the largest global city,

Home to the headquarters of 100 of major financial companies,

Housing  Cambridge,Oxford and other great universities

Inhabited by all races who live in cohabited  ease.

 

 

Monarchy still commands respect,

Queen and Prince still exist,

Palaces and churches are attractive prospects,

Their grandeur is hard to resist.

 

 

William Shakespeare lies in Stratford-on-Avon,

A mortal whose fecundity  was his originality,

Who discerned  lively portrayals of the royal and common,

Decking  them with wordy jewels inciting an inebriety.

 

 

 William Wordsworth  called nature his guide,

While Scott  in his novels  unravelled history,

Tennyson’s lyrics exalted in romantic pride,

Russell was an authority in analytic philosophy.

 

 

Sun never sets in the British Empire ,nearly a century ago,

Trading with countries in the east ,slowly became ruling,

Spices  gradually turned to proprietary impregnated with ego.

Traders assumed the role of governors  at perfect timings.

 

 

London swells  in pride and wealth over the centuries,

Treasures from the  Indian sub continent enriched the bourses,

Regaling in its prosperity the city   became a reverie.

Pushing back all the other competent forces.

 

 

It is everyman’s wish to see  the city,

As it holds an  exclusive attraction,

Both historically and commercially appears pretty,

Proposing  an expensive and lively distraction .


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All Roads Lead to Rome.


All roads lead to Rome,

As it is a stately home,

Where culture blooms

While creativity zooms.

 

 

Civilization took its wings,

Christianity pitched its  rings

Architecture picked its strings.

Renaissance found its links.

 

 

Literature  abounds with Roman reference,

Epics and ballads sing  its praise with reverence,

Augustus and Julius  Ceasers   still command a  deference,

Michelangelo’s “Last Judgement “is a masterpiece  with a difference.

 

 

 

The portrait of Mona Lisa is beautifully enigmatic,,

The ambiguity in her smile is expressively subjective,

The monumentality of the composition exudes a subtlety,

The atmospheric illusionism refracts the  profound credibility.

 

 

Romans  are remarkable for   grand opulence,

Neoclassicism  induced an impressive influence,

Fountains, statues and columns incite an observance,

Villas and landscaped gardens  let out a lot of inference.

 

 

 

Music keeps flowing across the Tiber river,

Learning breathes through the lanes in fervour,

Drama and art reverberate  through the streets in ardour,

Sports ancient and modern keep  a systematic order.

 

In Rome be a Roman ,goes the saying,

Many of us nurture a craving,

To see the  antique city glowing,

In finery and artistic engravings.

.

 

 

 


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Gliding Through The Malaysian Express Highway


 It was a  fantastic journey across the Malaysian Express Highway ,

Speeding cars raced  through   was a spectacular sway,

The oil palms on either side  portrayed a  lovely fray,

A display of colourful  foliage   added joy to the travel in a splendid way,

 

 

The destination was miles and miles apart,

Felt  it would tire the physic to a distraught,

Hindered  by the resultant fatigue decided not to start,

But had to make it due to a compelling chart.

 

 

The fear that nagged the mind  bore no credential,

The long drive was  pleasant and highly potential,

A break from the monotony  is most essential,

The vibrancy experienced all over revived the existential.

 

 

The sojourn   along the greenery  was a feast to the eyes ,

The” rendez vous”   beside the “rehat”   was an intrinsic apprise,

The fun shared  and enjoyed  was a happy go jolly entice,

Sallying forth from home is a departure  that requires specific ties.