Tired gets the mind,
tired becomes the body,
tired fumbles the limbs,
tired cry the eyes,
Only that remains untired,
is nothing but desire.
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Month: March 2012
It is difficult to forget,
Yet we have to.
It is difficult to forget,
If we have strong memory.
It is difficult to forget,
If the incidents hurt us.
memories linger,
the mind recollects,
anger rises up,
the heart thumps,
the nose twitters,
the eyes flutter,
the mouth quivers,
the face reddens,
the body gets flared up,
Alas! it is difficult to forget,
But we have to.
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An Exception
The waves toss high and low.
The sea comes in and goes out.
The fire rises up and slumps down.
The forests get thick and then thins down.
The mountains grow huge and declines down
The path runs steep and straightens out.
Man alone stands out from this natural recourse.
Heard a shriek across the road,
A girl was knocked down by a car,
The driver dashed her down,
Then sped like a whirlwind.
The girl lay in a pool of blood.
Moaning in pain with half closed eyes.
A stranger made way through the crowd,
Lifted the half dead girl to his vehicle,
Off he went to the hospital,
She was saved in a few hours .
A man like the first lives in this world.
Another man like the second lives too.
inlays and designs are embellishments in art.
They expose a fabulous creativity
Pillars and portraits excel in intrinsic style.
They look gorgeous with beautiful inlays.
Frills and frescoes are blemish in talk.
They broadcast an artificial snobbery.
Talk and eloquence depict an ingenuity.
They sound bombastic with loud exaggerations.
Delicate inlays are lovely designs.
They enumerate the artisan’s profound skill.
They are a gorgeous treat to the eyes.
Lending an exuberance to architecture.
Clandestine frills are negative designs.
They promote an added incredibility.
They lie heavily on the audience patience.
Extending a superficiality to the oration.
The inlays and frills are deciphered diferently
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Rendering an impressive perception to the structural ambience,
Offering an artificial indulgence to the oral narration.
Well! that is how the presentation carries across.
A smile is a smile to me,
it is an expression of happiness,
It looks so to me,
See beyond it,say many
There would be a tinge of joy,
There would be a trace of melancholy,
it would bear an outline of anger,
it would conceal a violent temper,
it would camouflage ignorance,
it would also hide a vengeance,
If that is so, I feel,
the smile is no longer a smile.
Mobile phone is called as cell phone in some parts of the world,
Cell phone is referred as hand phone in other parts of the world,
It is a phone lying unattended somewhere in my world
Mobile phones have made great strides recently,
Everyone has it even during his ride definitely,
Exposing his life to a an alarming danger certainly.
People can reach us wherever we are is a plus
They can trouble us from wherever they are is a minus,
Keep us posted of wanted and unwanted news is a trespass.
All said and done to me, far from being useful it is just handy ,
All for the matter to me it is expensive but small and funny,
All the much so to me it is a gadget that remains a mystery.
Do I really need a mobile is my call?
Ma ,you should possess one is my boys call,
I do not need one as I rarely move out is my call.
Factually,my life is a movement from one room to another,
I never venture out of my home at any cost how so ever,
A mobile is an unnecessary to a home bird like me all so ever.
I do own a mobile,I know not for what,
I placed it in my cupboard from the day I bought,
It rings and dies with no attention brought.
It is just a huge stone,
It is only a shapeless stone,
It looks expressionless and prosaic,
It has a long story behind it.
It has a history unknown to many.
The faceless stone has been for centuries,
It has seen generations of men,
It has heard them talk incessantly,
It has noticed them pass uninterruptedly,
It has recorded confidential matters silently.
The stone had been lying there for ages,
It had not been cared for by one and all,
Disregarding it as lifeless stone,
Incidents took place around it.
Yet, it lies there unperturbed from time immemorial.
You could easily set aside it as a stone.
Addressing it as a pig-headed bone,
Laughing at it with disdain and contempt,
But do remember if it is turned upside,
It has a whole lot to relate that would put you to misery.
Colours give a fantastic splash,
Red, they say is a sign of danger,
It goes with fire and blood,
it also aligns with anger,
It is sometimes eye-catching,
With an association of shades,
A lighter red is most attractive,
Elucidating a charm and desire,
Warming up to a cordiality,
Indicating a significant good will,
Well ,this is how we could talk of other colours too.
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A Bud Flowers And Dies
I saw a small bud in the morning,
it was fresh and feeble,
it was so beautiful.
I walked out in the late morning,
It was still the same,
It was dainty and frail.
I peeped out in the afternoon,
It looked more or less the same,
Though slightly bigger than in the morn.
I made it again in the late afternoon,
It was there remarkable as ever,
It danced charming in the breeze.
I advanced towards it in the evening,
It had opened up elaborately,
Spreading its fragrance all over.
I rushed towards it the next morning,
Its petals looked withered,
It was drooping in a fold.
I retreated with a heavy heart,
Capitulating the growth in a day,
Finally reconciling to death also in a day.
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