Month: July 2013

Fathomless Eternity.

Leaving everything with a resignation.
living with great relaxation
experiencing the pleasures as they come
relaxing with contentment.
thinking about nothing at large.
setting a goal without an aim.
treading the path without a focus.
shooting a picture without an eye.
writing all things without thought.
reading something at random.
eating anything when hungry.
sleeping whenever one wishes
Well this has become the way of my life
Could be rightly called straightaway
as a life without a meaning
and a life without any expectation.
Living thus and in such manner
the days prolong most times
and the hours get shortened at times
while the minutes drags on endlessly
the seconds vanish in a wink
as the years get ahead to a decade.
I go on submerging into the depth
wishing to get lost in the fathomless eternity

Tags focus., goal, Life, Poem

thoughts

Hooked At Last—Allegory

It is a wait
a long wait
for the bait
down the river.

the hook is sharp
very sharp
to catch the carp
down the river.

The net is large
too large
let from the barge
down the river.

The boy is small
tiny and small
waiting for the call
down the river.

The carp bites the insect
a wee like insect
then dives down in an intersect
down the river.

It comes up again
again and again
gets hooked at last
goes away from the river.

Tags final, fish, hook, Poem

thoughts

An Unfortunate Woman.

Braving the weather.
Sustaining the temper.
Surviving the attack.
Sailing through bad tides
she carried on her living
with a paucity in dwelling
with a morsel to eat
having nothing to beat.
She undaunted lived all the same
along with her children to name
relying on noting good
facing the rude
lying on the pavement
waiting for a betterment
as nothing seem to reach her
she quietly lay down without a murmur.

Tags Living, pavement, Poem

thoughts

A Fraudster

Doing wrong all the time
but living in prime
calling himself a saint
boasting he has no taint
made me miserably faint.

Taking money from the common pool
believing others to be a fool
saying it is his wife’s tool
getting it approved as a rule
going about like a mule.

He has prospered thus far
never entering the war
but making good of the disposition
being the eldest in position
posing himself a saint in occupation.

As all things have to fall in places
his deal has been diligently in chase.
His deceit has come out from the haze
and now feel shy and bad to face
by hiding himself from everyone’s gaze.

Tags attire, Cheat, Poem, saint

thoughts

Man Without Ethics.

A man who knows not music could enjoy it.
A man who knows not dancing could appreciate it.
A man who knows not basic additions could never do accounts.
What for I know not?

Being basically illiterate and dull headed
He dictates terms to all with a raised head.
With a comical look and crooked head
he goes on with his command and demand.

Getting no response from any one
as all know his merits which cause fun.
He then starts silently to rob his sibling
with a ravenous appetite and a deceitful inkling.

Goes he in a drastic speed by stealing the most.
get caught in the middle red-handed by his host
who is none other than his sibling in the foremost
gets he slaps from the sibling’s progeny to the fullest.

Tags dull headed, fool, illiterate., Poem, sibling

thoughts

Desire Ushers A Follow.

Falling back into the track
slowly with a slack
pushing the issues in the back
getting ahead in a crack.

Liking to set eyes on the going
Harness the potential in a buoying.
Learning to note from the ongoing
Trying to keep pace with the moving.

With the desire comes the follow
without it all would become hollow.
then it would appear like a shallow
and sink into the oblivion far below.

Along with the follow enters the dedication.
It calls for a straight intervention.
Working hard on the directions
it draws an inimitable resolution.

Tags Poem, resolution, track

thoughts

Hop And Pop

With a hop and a pop
with a pop and a hop
my life goes on.

With a worry and a hurry
with a hurry and a worry
my life moves on.

Being here and there
being there and here
my life gets on.

Being glad and sad
being sad and glad
my life takes on.

With this being so
with that being so
I have lived so long.

With the end coming close
with the end seeming far
I live awaiting the final pass

Tags comes, goes., Poem

thoughts

Poetic Muse.

The poetic muse has left me
making me to hunt for thoughts
However difficult it be
I received a lot of prompts from all sorts
but now I have to search and see
I am forced to have them bought.
I go on like a busy bee
trying to get them out.
With this I am putting forth a plea
praying that I might not be left out
from the poetic fraternity.

Tags left, muse., Poem, Sad

thoughts

Bad Gods -Demons.

Could Gods be different?
Could they be good or bad at the affront.
Hearing such conversations keep me away.
Gods do good to all in a sway
Bad Gods might represent evil
and Gods here might refer to devils.
Praying to such Gods is ill.
They carry destructions still.
This being the belief of the one
who seeks aid from the demon.
To destroy his enemies
and annihilate their offsprings.
Such people do exist
with aims to desist.
They do prosper
gaining wealth improper.

Tags Bad, Gods, Good., Poem

thoughts

Excels.

Post author By meenas17
Post date July 13, 2013
1 Comment on Excels.

Singing in tune.
dancing to steps.
speaking with eloquence.
writing with passion
She excelled in all
clinching the roll of honour
getting the highest rank
calling it not more
calling it not less
she crossed over
and passed over
with ease
and with fun.