Monthly Archives: March 2012

La Belle Dame Sans Expression


She lies in the bed with eyes wide open.

She lies there still but not for fun.

She lies motionless for hours in the run.

 

The Sun’s rays falls sharply on her eyes.

She lies frozen like a solid ice.

Is she real or a guise?

 

The noise around her is loud.

She lies undisturbed by the cloud.

She belies the spirit of the surround.

 

The day fades to a starry night.

She lies almost tight.

She presents an alarming sight.

 

The night sets in silently.

She makes no move relevantly.

Her posture calls for action immediately.

 

She rises from her bed in a sudden.

Smothers her dress of its crampled trend.

Walks up the aisle with hair done.

 

She leans over the rails.

She looks at the  night’s trails.

She fathoms  the dark sail.

 

She watches the vessel move.

She shuts her eyes in a disapprove.

Alas! her soul is entrapped in the groove.

 

 

 

 

 

Life Is To Give.


Life is to give out liberally.

It is not a reciprocal take strictly.

Live without any expectations nearly.

Life is beautiful with tremendous potentiality.

 

A child is a gift of God.

She has to grow up with a nod.

It is her life be it odd.

The way to live is her prod.

 

It is the parental duty to bring her up .

Affection and discipline make her reach high up.

Tending to her is an interesting close up.

No more should be expected than this one up.

 

Be that with your children more so.

The same holds good with your parents also.

It should be the principle in your life ever so.

Expecting nothing from anybody for whatever so.

 

Content is King goes the saying generally.

It is for a different context say you smilingly.

To me it is contentment that precedes  others normally.

It is a special enthusiasm that evolves gracefully.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Brooding Over.


She was brooding over the happenings.

She was recollecting the trappings.

Her memory took her long back.

Reminding her of the days in a track.

 

Once she was a golden girl.

She moved along with lovely frills.

She hummed in musical shrill.

Everyone danced to her drills.

 

She grew up to become a lovely lady fair

She commanded respect in all the flair.

Gliding through the tracks in a rare,

she evoked a shining glare.

 

The  curtains are falling down.

Her demeanour has become a frown.

Her appearance has lost its glamour.

She withdraws herself into her chamber.

 

She has to come out of her past.

Eventually accept the present.

Go about with the tide in glory.

That is how we have to end the story. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Pathetic Pause.


Bottling up the emotions altogether,

Controlling the tears altogether,

Suppressing the sobs altogether,

She disappeared from the scene altogether.

 

The disruptive words scathed her almost.

The evil looks  disarmed her almost.

The back bites scaled her down almost.

She, dishevelled, ran in speed almost.

 

The hurt locked her in solitude.

The discomfort pushed her to ineptitude.

The bruise compelled her to change the attitude.

She, disoriented, lay down in platitude.

 

To pull her out of despondency was a hard task.

To restore her to normalcy was a difficult task.

Alas! she had to undergo a petulant task.

The come back would be an impossible task.

 

The Kill


A bout of anger empowered her

It nearly paralysed her.

The nerves rolled up violently.

Delirium seized her vigorously.

 

Damn it!  she shouted as loud as she  could.

She swears and curses as much as she could.

She stutters and mumbles as long as I could.

She staggers out  as slow as she could.

 

She  sees a circle of fire around her.

It is burning high encircling her.

It is not the real fire that holds her.

It is the heaving and sighing that kills her.

 

Yet, she is not reigning aplomb and high

She is struggling to make ends meet with a try.

She lives away from gossip and schemes almost shy.

Her manifestations and gestures perch her above sky.

 

Is it wrong to live with pride? she quoth.

Is it a sin to detach from the crowd? she loathes.

Is it treason to survive within means? she froths.

Nay not, my child, live as righteously as you could, I console.

 

The world finds happiness in jeering the noble.

It mocks at the efforts of the able.

How are we going to label?

The  provocations make us  unstable.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Running Away.


Running out of everything is no excuse.

It is a cowardly attempt in the infuse.

It is a defeat wholly likened to an abuse.

Nevertheless it is a defaming accuse.

 

Trials might force an inevitable exit.

Deeds might induce an indelible debit.

Compulsions would drive us to death albeit.

Convictions would retrieve us from extremes in tacit.

 

Well, that would be a case to  take into account,

A case to do research with diligence in the count.

Getting away from the practicalities is a sure discount.

Analysing the deficits with care is a solution paramount.

 

The anxiety to run away is pervading all so.

It would be a temporary reprieve all the more.

Overcoming the tribulations is a task in the fore.

Emerging triumphant is an achievement that soars.

Playing Deceptive-


Yonder, I see a beautiful person,

Getting near I rely on reason,

Beauty is not in the eye, I feel

It is found in the  benign act,I seal.

 

The deceptive looks  deduce a confound.

The sweet smile is actually range bound.

It is a treacherous facility that abounds

Forecasting a terrible tumble  aground.

 

Never be carried away by outward show.

It would lead to a disastrous flow.

The hideous face hides  itself in a profile low.

Waiting for a chance to strike  a severe blow.

 

The blow does not injure the physical limbs.

It would strike deadly on the heart’s rims.

Extracting every sinew of the nerves to the brim.

Inducting a ghastly bloody wound plausibly grim.

 

Light heartedly, they  go about in joyful excitement.

Revelling in the mirth of having struck the target vehement.

One day they would repent for their wicked ploy in indictment.

And endure a harsh curse and drastic swear all in a predicament