Month: August 2011

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Roundabout


There is  a big roundabout,

Down the lane,

Vehicles go round it ,

To change directions en route.

 

There is another roundabout,

Down the speech,

Talks go  about,

To change directions incomprehensible.

 

There is one more roundabout,

Down the thoughts,

Ideas trace out,

To change directions irrationally.

 

 

There is still one more roundabout,

Down the merry-go-round,

Happiness runs through ,

To change directions gleefully.

 

 

 

 Roundabouts are for safety,

The  circular junctions  ,

Cautioning the vehicles to slow down,

To follow the traffic sign

 

 

Roundabout is a way of expression,

In a circular movement,

Beating round the bush,

To get out from the  core.

 

 

Roundabout is also a sort of imagination,

In circular dreams,

Clasping  with wild entice,

To diffuse in a frenzy.

 

Roundabout is also a kind of joy,

In circular motions,

Going round and round,

To enjoy with cheer.

 

 

 

 

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Creation Evolution Speech subscriptions turmoil

The Great Wall


Walls play a vital role,

Across the countries ,

Around the houses too.

 

 

The Great Wall of China is ancient,

It is a fortification against  invasion,

Really it is a wonderful monument.

 

The Great Wall divides Berlin.,

A physical division of east and west,

But it is a symbolic boundary of Democracy and Communism.

 

Walls divide and  earmark the borders

An apparent way to limit the rightful ownership,

If not extensions would become encroachments.

 

Walls have other functions too,

Mental blocks build an imaginary wall,

Breaking the conducive interactions.

 

It is easy to bring down the brick walls,

A blow shatters them to a collapse,

Leaving the space unhindered.

 

It is a travail to shed the minds  abstractions,

A trigger is enough to ignite the fury,

Evolving a unceremonious flutter.

 

The Chinese Wall is one of the seven wonders,

The Berlin Wall has been pulled down,

The agony builds stern walls that remain forever.

 

 

 

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Fraction Mathematics

Fractions And Decimals


Looking around   the class  room,

A little one sees signs and letters,

The sight sends her to a state of gloom,

As  if they hold her in tethers.

 

She loves to see little flowers,

Likes to hear lovely rhymes

Wants to play  out of the towers,

Longs to dance  to the chimes.

 

The call  of numbers make her tired

The fractions keep her  morose,

The intricacies leave her  on board ,

As she has to slog overdose.

 

The decimals confuse her still,

As she misses to place them  in the right digit

Solving problems break her will,

So she withdraws in a frigid.

 

This preliminary skill elicits a technique,

To solve not only mathematics,

Also to cross check the life’s  streak,

In a sequential  geometric.

 

The little girl will  master slowly,

The fractions and decimals  in a spree,

As she grows up ideally,

To grab the intensity in a glee.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Intoxication


Men lose their equanimity .

As they rise high up

Status takes them to a prosperity,

Apparently to  a new set up.

 

 

Alcohol  intake leaves man dizzy,

As his mind roams

Making him fly around  in a frenzy,

Hastening  him to his tomb.

 

Wealth accrual converts his quality.

As he wallows in luxury,

Detaching him from humanity,

Driving him to a desolate fury.

 

Power  puts man in a pedestal,

As he lives  in success absolute

Positioning him to  an elevated pinnacle,

Far away from the  multitude.

 

Alcohol is a personal fault,

While wealth connotes a mild toxin

 Power assumes a  malignant default,

Intoxicating the mind to a nonchalant  fix in.

 

The lust for power overtakes in a ten,

As the taste of power is  mouth-watering ,

Proposing an intention to acquire often,

The supremacy  as a best offering.

 

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Care Creation

Attempt To Renovate.


Rare paintings in age-old temples,

Reveal volumes of history,

Depict  scenes of the past,

In colourful artistic splendour.

 

These monumental sketches,

By artists of yore,

Are rare treasures passed on,

From generations to generations.

 

They tell us about events,

Teach us  the customs,

Discipline our lifestyle,

By illustrations of traditions.

 

Restoration  unmindful destroys,

 Kill  the beauty forever,

As the significant exhibits die,

In the hands of ignorance.

 

Renovations  have to restructure

 To garnish the lost glamour,

 By reinventing the charm,

In conservative constructions.

 

 

The present day efforts,

Put forth a suicidal trend,

Wiping off extensively ,

The delicacies of the past.

 

A painting is a creation,

Of the mind and soul,

It is a  profound release,

Of thought and imagination.

 

 

True art has no replicas,

 As they are spontaneous,

Born only once,

Never to be created again.

 

Such being the state,

An extreme care is the need,

 Bidding a requisition  for a challenge,

Most similar to a virtuous patience

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Harangue


The speech was fiery ,

The speaker was flamboyant ,

The audience was spell bound.

 

The address was focused,

As it spelt a lot about deterioration,

There was an uneasy apprehension.

 

The  ideas were ideal,

Aiming to enhance,

Giving a space to appreciate.

 

The programmes were accurate,

Tending to develop,

Proposing a march ahead.

 

The benefits derived  are many,

Giving out promises,

Calling for an approval.

 

The harangue was impressive,

 As it resounded  a glory,

Eliciting a victory.

 

It contained  words and assurances,

It had also content and issuance,

Implying an action leading to progress.

 

 

 

 

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Banking sector in India thoughts turmoil

The Merchant Of Venice.-Modern.


Apologies to the bard on the outset,

Merchants did live in his times,

Portia   won laurels and encomiums,

Her name has stood the tests.

 

 

Banks have taken the  financiers’ garb,

They  are no more institutions,

They  exhibit no compassion,

 As they essentially  rob.

 

 

Shylock demanded a pound of flesh,

Banks extract ounces of blood,

Forcing the borrowers to shred,

 By pressurizing them under stress.

 

Interest keep the bank working,

While nominal index is the requirement,

High rates  reign the disbursement,

 That renders  the taker to a cruel dealing.

 

 

Securities are for guarantee,

Never for undue extractions,

The institutions resort to  distractions,

As they proceed to encash on  warranty.

 

 

Half the life goes out fighting,

The officials go in and out,

In the course of  default,

Plunging the borrower to a  circumventing.

 

 

Greed of Shylock was  a theme,

Eulogized by Shakespeare,

Avarice of the bank causes despair,

As sung by his fraternity with a less gleam.

 

 

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subscriptions thoughts turmoil

Oh A Bust!


Heard of so many busts,

Which make us lose trust,

The governance and schemes,

Allow us to dream,

Of fruits and gifts,

 That make us wait in shifts,

Alas! the things  all of a sudden go bust,

Leaving us to  bite the dust.

 

 

 

 

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The Dust


A sudden storm blew  violently,

As the dust swept forcefully,

Leaving an incredible haze ,

Smudging the eyes in a daze,

Creating a  typical dryness

Inducing a  painful soreness,

Casting an apprehensive   diaspora.

 

 

 

A sudden onslaught of thoughts,

Decimated the mind to naught,

Making it to slump into commotion

Rendering it  to a   dereliction,

Instigating a miserable  sequence,

Involving a deplorable grievance,

Inflicting a destitute digression.

 

 

 

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thoughts turmoil

The Rust


Held with much contempt by all,

Rust is something despised by all,

Oh !it is rusty ,cry all,

They drop it in a fall.

 

The  brownish orange hue,

Has a beautiful clue,

The combination is a bright  true,

 While the colour is appealing not only to few,

The bright orange contradicts the iron oxide rue.

 

Rust can be dangerous too,

As it causes  destruction too,

Buildings get apart  by rust smacking too,

Bolts and nuts  give way too,

Bringing down bridges and tracks too.

 

The chemical process is oxidation,

Which initiates a degradation,

Rendering a  precipitation

By endowing a dissolution,

Of  physical propositions.

 

The abstract phenomenon of the mind

Gets disturbed by  thoughts unkind,

The evil vicious clog the brain confined

Leaving a stain permanent in the assigned,

Casting a deceitful spell in the blind.