Monthly Archives: May 2012

Long Live.


Long live the King!

Long live the nation!

Longevity is a jubilation.

 

Live long is everyone’s wish.

Live long is everyone’s dream.

Live long for what I wonder?

 

Live long to fight with one another.

Live long to spend as much as possible

Live long to seek help to go about .

 

Live long to depend on others.

Live long to experience solitude.

Live long to wriggle in pain.

 

Live long to gaze at the sky.

Live long to count the stars.

Live long to talk to self.

 

If so long live Man!

Longevity is a jubilation.

Ain’t it?

 

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The Red Haunt


It is a red-letter day they hail

It is a red alert they caution.

It is a red light area they call.

It is a red zone they enforce.

It is scorching  red fire they mourn.

It is a red wound they shout.

It is a red stain they blurt.

It is a red blood bath they scream.

It is  red in most fronts we admit.

The colour red strikes a discordance.

It spreads a discomfort somewhere.

It signifies a flamboyance everywhere.

 

 

A Red Flower Over There.


It was a beautiful red flower in full bloom.

It was  a pleasing red .

It was a lovely red.

It was a cheerful red.

It was not angry red.

It was not fiercely red.

It was not  dangerously red.

It beckoned with a grace.

It reckoned with a poise.

It depicted a welcome choice.

It portrayed  a smiling face.

The red flower’s charm lasted a day.

The red colour faded the next day.

The next morn it drooped down dead on the ground grey.

A Lovely Exchange.


It was an exchange,

Neither dealing with currency in  a range.

Nor involving a barter all the same.

 

It was an exchange,

Away from the economy in a range,

Far  away from the mundane all the same.

 

It was an exchange.

Across the deep blue ocean in a range,

Covering thousands of kilometers  all the same.

 

It was an exchange,

Where age did not come into the range,

Where affection stood above  all the same.

 

It was an exchange ,

Where the grandson poured out his thoughts in a range,

Where the grandmother listened mesmerised all the same.

 

Then it is not an exchange,

You might  blindly say in a range,

Yet it was sharing of feelings in a manner strange.

 

 

 

 

A Call For Quality


It is quality that account all round.

The quality should  profusely abound.

Behaviour should never rebound.

Qualitative dimensions stand around.

Food should never rewound.

Prime quality mark the ground.

Education should never confound.

High quality grants wisdom profound.

Quantity should submit with  bound.

Quality should outweigh all with an emphatic resound.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Modest Affair.


All the more quiet it was

 More or less simple it was.

Nevertheless composed it was.

 Almost austere it was.

All such focused it was.

Greatly helpful  it was.

Ultimately different it was.

Absolutely out of box it was.

 Only some  would appreciate it.

 Certainly thoughtful they call it

  Mostly most would depreciate it.

Impressively miserly they call it.

 None the less it was done.

Where publicity was shun.

There was no place for fun.

It lead to  a smooth run.

Inflicting  displeasure to  none.

Securing an involvement to everyone.

Providing  a well-knit   comfort zone

Though initiating a procedure unknown.

 That might ensue a follow out in tone.

 Which might not imply an urgency in tune.

Which would perhaps lead to a turn around soon.

As it  predicts  a futuristic  boon.

where economy steals the show,

where pragmatism implies a flow

parading  lively  interactions in a row.

What is it all about you might enquire?

It is nothing but a rejection of a pomposity  entire.

 

 

 

 

 

 

We Do Not know


Up and down we go

What for we do not know?

Here and there we see

What for we do not know?

Right and left we move

What for we do not know?

Gain and  loss we make

What for we do not know?

Earn and spend we do

What for we do not know?

Good and  bad we commit

What for we do not know?

Love and  hate we relate

What for we do not know?

Soft and  sharp we speak

What for we do no know?

Kind and  cruel we pose

What for we do not know?

Smile and weep we react

What for we do not know?

Happy and sad we  be

What for we do not know?

Live and  die we  interpret

What for we do not know?