Month: August 2013

The Invisible Hand.

All roads led to Rome
I went back home
having to do nothing much
sat down with a book
that talks of many things
that happened in the last decade.
A real story of the governance
where there was an invisible hand
clutching the man at the helm
allowing him not to act briskly
but putting him to untold torture
with that being the compulsion
the man who had to rule
dozed off in his powerful chair
winking now and then initially
then the frequency increased
as the fear grew fast in him
as such there being no administration
the country slowly leapt to bankruptcy.
Taken aback by such confessions
after a lapse of years
made me think and think
as how countries go to dogs
as how the citizens get swayed away
by the tantric of the powerful

Tags hand, invisible, Poem, Torture

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The Day And Night.

With the din and dust settling in
the day withdraws under the sea.
There being nothing more to thin
the city became closer to the lazy tree

The lights come out in yellow and white
making the city glow with illumination
the sound and music fill up the night
creating a noise of great denomination

Men and women gather in dining places
eating out with the family once in a way
spending much money on food of orient traces
allowing the children spend some time gay.

Returning home they go to bed
with the fortune spent on dining out
the man counting his shillings instead
the woman winding up in a fashion stout.

The night is almost half over
with dropping eyes they do sleep
thinking of nothing in the hang over
as the sun rises into a gentle peep.

Tags Day, night, peep, Poem, Routine, shillings, Sun

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The Divergence – Jealousy

It was an act of jealous mind
where nothing could reason out
only jealousy was brewing in
getting over the rational.

The thought of getting more is competitive
but he belief of getting more
does not call for an understanding
creditable tracking by reference.

The spirit of competition is to win
having lost it is no fault
but trying to win next time
emboldens the spirit truly genuine.

That being the case always
fuming with venom across
fretting with anger all over
seem to be an indecent affair all through.

Seething through other’s success
scanning their methods of triumph
prompts an unhealthy derogation
failing to ensue a victory.

With the spirit getting exhausted
the planning ceases to an abrupt end
bringing in a turmoil and clandestine
junction wherein all roads diverge.

Tags clandestine, divergence, Jealousy, Poem

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The Insane Reigns.

A few minutes back on the lane
there was a big noise
that of dogs barking in vain
and men running out of no choice
trying to catch the man not sane
who was frightening the small boys
with his crooked long cane
the little ones in fear threw their toys
but he continued his strain
they got terrified losing their poise
started crying with deep mental pain
but he danced and played in rejoice
until there came a heavy downpour of rain
saving the boys from this curious bane.

Tags Boys, Choice, insane, lane, Poem, Rain

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A Little Out Of Way.

A little out of way
going out to help anyway
went to the homes far away
intending to comfort the inmates in a way
taking their hands in a sway
holding them in gay
telling them in a say
that I love them all the way
I do come to them not for pay
but to pass on the radiant ray
never to let them in the fray
but to provide them all that I may
as I could do day after day.

Tags Day, inmates. intended, Poem, Thought

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The Black Cat

A black cat was roaming around
it was black,as black as coal
No strain of another colour in a bound
nor any lighter kind of darkness on role.

Being black it was not slack.
it was daring and brave
and moved around with a knack
that it posed a confrontation grave.

This black cat came into my garden
squeezing through the gatethe day before.
I keep food for birds every now and then
only that much sufficient for the birdie’s repose.

In one bite the cat gobbled the food
walking past my yard in great stride
found out the food was for its brood
not to the birds anymore as they hide.

Blackie, nicknamed so, became a rowdy
as days passed by he proposed a terror
snarling and showing his teeth like a bawdy
making the children around cry in horror.

The cat which came leisurely into my yard
now threatens me out of the house
if I be kind and act tard
he would drive me out to find another house.

Tags black, Cat, Food, horror, Poem, snarl., tard

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Act On Time

Act when it is necessary
as deferring would cause misery
as delay would bring in a lethargy
causing a state of inactivity largely.

Strike it with force as much as you could
never give chance to reiterate in the likelihood
as the time given would land you in trouble unforeseen
as deals would creep up from corners unknown.

Experience makes me write these in verse
as undue tolerance has ended me in terse
enforcing a struggle none should go through
as it has seized much of my courage all through.

Be not secondary to any one at any cost.
Confirm your place at any slot.
Go ahead with your plans with strong will
get going with an assertive kill.

Tags assertion, kill, Poem, Will

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Callous He Be.

Sobbing she fell into his arms.
her sobs became a loud cry
it went high up the air
broke all decibel
as she fainted falling down.
He, being callous, as could be
left her as such unconscious
down on the ground flat and forsaken
moved away fast from the blessed place.
She lay half dead on the ground for hours
not recovering from the shock
almost frozen like an ice Berg
while her body became cold
her heart beat fast
breaking all the norms
as if ready to jump out
and run behind him
as now she wanted nothing more
but to strangle him to death.

Tags callous, Poem, sobbing, strangle, wicked

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The Champion

There being a liveliness all over
exposing a sentiment of attachment
vying for the top slot in a win over
the competition became an event
showing spirit high and low
ebbing over in an amusing way
flowing down in an unusual stray
finally came the winning spot
where the expectation rose beyond
the shouts blew over in a rhapsody
hailing the one much appreciated as the champion
but like all things go out of control
this one also lost its track
going wayward into the unexpected quarter
as the least expected shot up from nowhere
emerging as the champion in all respects.

Tags champion, Poem, unexpected

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Belongs Not To Me

Everything belongs not to me
as I am always a being to exert
and a person to exercise
on behalf of another
going by his instructions
dancing to his vile and gibes
never once free to go about my way
if done gets crossed in the middle
found fault in the quarter
finally fruits go to someone else
totally controlling over from behind
making a picture that he had made it all.
Well,that has been a way through and through
now grumbling in the end proposes a nervousness
that does not befit my personality as s