Religions guide us through life.
Living upright is the way of life.
Speak not lies is all religion’s call.
Help the needy is their essential call.
Believe in truth is their underlying principle.
Never belie trust is every religion’s gospel.
Kind words and acts they advocate bring in harmony and peace.
Radiating cheer and happiness they prove demand no fees.
Humility and respect they insist command progression.
Authority and audacity they point out lead to destruction.
That being the basis of all religions at large.
Wherein breaks violence and unrest in a gorge?
Destroying the human race in gross.
Would people ever try to rectify the flaws?
Month: January 2013
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Day To Die
Right from the age of thirteen
the sense to get away had been
slowly evolved into a theme
activating a solitude in the stream
inducing a refrain from the worldly
having captured a glimpse solemnly
of the powerful surging ahead
of the modest pushed to the red
having perceived the discrepancies
in the infringements of the agencies
having experienced the drawbacks
along with sordid refractory pull backs
the heart heaves with a long sigh
waiting for the day to die.
It was an idea conceived long ago.
It was growing in stages more like a logo.
It got its shape sometime ago.
It was in the abstract form till little while ago.
The concept took shape in a slow phase.
It was then altered many a time to acquire a base.
The theme then was improved with a glaze.
The end product enticed everyone to a gaze.
The proportion was first set abreast.
The bigger one looked out of context.
The smaller one was away from the text.
The right size was arrived at last after a strenuous test.
The manipulations made the head reel.
The finality evolved a luxurious steal.
The fine touch ups took to the wheel.
The evolution inspired a magnificent feel.
The beautiful produce stole the limelight.
The glamour caught everyone’s sight.
The loveliness raised the excitement to a height.
The art piece might become a masterpiece with due rights.
It is an early morning wake up
going over a week in a roll up
starting with deliberations all the way up
drenching in deep thoughts as a wrap up
causing a disturbance in the follow-up
while the provocations mount up
the eyelids refuse to shut up
the tears come down in a shoot up
rendering an excitement in a round-up
an excitement not of happiness in a close up
but of anguish in a trial up
sounding an alarm of sensational fear as a lap up
creating a significant malady to the cheer up
dissipating a trend of uneasiness in the mop up
releasing an unusual apprehensiveness in the back up
evoking a scene of pathetic denominations in the fall up
turning the rest of the day into a dull ambiguity in the line up
thus moves on the remaining hours in the pack up.
Rich and opulent they move.
Rich and dashing they ride.
Rich and grand they live.
Rich and imperious they pose.
Yes, they are stinking rich.
Stinking rich is an idiom different.
An epithet that makes one wonder.
A phrase that resembles an oxymoron.
Altogether a coinage that rings curiosity.
Yes, the phrase smells wrong
Getting into the formation reveals many more.
Rich are termed as dirty with derision.
They are condemned as rotten with hate.
They are shunned as filthy with scorn.
Yes, the terminology sounds right.
The super rich is a euphemism many vouchsafe.
They have bought out their economy analysts deliver
They could afford their own exosphere of luxury stores.
Could not they afford tropospherical taxes?
Yes, it appears weird to witness this breakaway.
It is their hard earning a voice calls.
It is certainly so we nod.
It is not envy or greed that underlines.
It is the thought of society that urges.
Yes, it is a feeling that brings a nostalgia.
It is a short sighted indulgence
that overtakes all inference.
It is an overwhelming impertinence
that screws up a naughty interference.
Interference in itself is a scam.
while too much derision is a spam.
Heavy derogation is a shame damn
Calling names is a desolate slam.
Well,that is how the world goes round,
with people expressing remarks beyond the bound.
Involving themselves in deals not profound.
Condemning each and everything without ground.
They look with jaundiced eyes,
seeing yellow in all ties,
They scorn at all buys
clothing them with demeaning lies.
Why they behave so? remains a mystery.
Why they speak so? recalls history.
Why they look so? casts a hoary.
This is so records the story.
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A Productive Link
Rivers are source of strength.
Some go dry almost in tenth.
Some flood most in length.
Others remain even at all fronts.
Rivers dry due to failure of rains.
Their runway turns parched creating a strain
Moss and mushroom grow extensively indicating a drain.
They turn into eyesores signifying a bane.
Rivers are in spate due to rainfall copious.
They cross the path in a speed dangerous.
They overflow with a velocity hideous.
The deluge causes disaster all through.
Linking of rivers has long been in the anvil.
This move would save all from evil.
It is a concept which remains idle.
Certainly this link would evade all blink.
The rivers flow with a melody
consisting of soft tunes.
The ocean roars noisy
contributing to the sonorous notes.
The ponds whimper slowly
conducting a mild flutter in modest sequence.
The brooks murmur minutely
condescending to a light twitter in moderate rhymes
The water bodies present an orchestra
intensely organising rhythmic notations.
The muse in nature presents a concert
releasing a rapturous ensemble in lively quotations.
The world is going ga,ga.
Over nothing ha, ha.
The baby is calling ma, ma.
Not reporting to pa, pa.
The protesters raise a ho ho.
Over issues that indicate a lo,lo.
The singer sings at the top of the pitch la,la.
Modulating his voice at the middle
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The vehicles honk beep, beep.
They try to negotiate the traffic deep, deep.The farmer heads on to his field to reap, reap.
He cuts the stalk and piles them in heap,heap.The rich amass wealth in tonnes,tonnes.
Their life style stuns, stuns.The poor slog all through life,life.
Alas! they are destined to a miserable strife, strife.
Arguments could be justifiable too,
if they rely on evidences true,
if they express righteousness in a slew,
if they earnestly demand fairness without a rue.
Arguing for a cause is a noble trial,
if they triumph over a faulty approval,
if they withstand a caustic referral,
if they represent a lofty ideal.
Basically arguing might be proactive,
if it is extended beyond the reactive
if it does not reflect anything subjective,
if it does not recall anything objective.
Arguments bring a controversy to an end,
if they are conducted without any interruptions,
if they reveal honourable interpretations,
if they record standard deviations.
Establishing the rights by voice is termed as argument.
Initiating a wordy dual to track the consequences is called as argument.
Entering into a debate to preserve the facts is dubbed as argument.
Serious personal involvement is baptised as argument.
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