Month: August 2013

Filling The Boat With Water.

Post author By meenas17
Post date August 28, 2013
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The future looking very promising
he goes on with his ideas eulogizing
not listening to anyone for the cause
not thinking of what would be the course.
The futuristic design is appreciated
going with the moderation dedicated
but not with a haste injected
and speed that would one day get ejected
that would overcome the future itself
with debts and liabilities in the shelf
that could land one in troubled waters
before one could realise the status
and correct the fault with a delineation
the boat would be full of water and in alienation
ready to go into the depth in a wink
just the moment,rather at the brink
when one is going to retrieve it safely

Tags boat, Care., moderation, Poem, promising.

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Sense Of Suspicion

Living with a sense of suspicion
thinking of all possibilities
that might happen not on its own
but being planted wantonly
appears to be a problem of the mind.

The purposeful mischief exists
there being no doubt of it
but for all shortcomings
placing the blame on sabotage
looks ridiculous and strange.

The players are no way invincible,
They too have their slips and turns
that could overturn their designs.
They have to deal with extra caution
as they are into something evil and bad.

Facing the situation bravely.
Undaunted you be of any throws
The resolute mind could overthrow
and keep progressing without flaw
Let this be your approach hereafter.

Tags Mind, Poem, Suspicion

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Nothing Original

As one grows old
the hair turns grey
the eyes see less,
nose functions full
teeth get shaky
and the legs ache
while there is a break
as every joint cracks
and every bone squeaks
so with the colouring of the hair
and spectacles knocking your nose
and dentures lying smart in your mouth
and with stents implanted in your heart
you pull along till you can
dragging your legs and feet
holding on with your wobbling hands
as the original has given way to the artificial

Tags Age, dentures., grey, Life, Old, original, Poem, spectacles, stent

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My Good Old Cook

Settling back on my ease chair
setting through the days back
as they came on by one in turns
resembling the slide show
while I was browsing them with my mental eyes
one such scene struck me through
that of the days when I went to school.
One day I missed my milk
as it was getting late for school
jumped into the car waiting in the porch
asking my driver to rush through
as I was crossing the patio
my faithful cook who had been with us long
came running with a glass of milk
bidding me to drink it at once
otherwise I would feel tired in school
not able to concentrate in my class.
The episode brought tears in my eyes
as I sat recollecting the day
and remembering my good old cook
who passed away a decade ago.
Now I have none to take care of me thus
as it is now I need most care and affection
remaining the fact my hair is going grey.

Tags cook, greying, hair., need, Poem, remebering

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The Sensual Love.

Loving with extreme passion
intensely for fleeting reasons
like good looks and stylish fashion
gets confined to a secondary section
where sensual becomes an infatuation
the physical lust instigate an insinuation
the moment the pursuit succeeds in the derivation
the love gets exhumed and goes into extinction.

Tags Love, physical fashion, Poem, sensual

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The German Way

Having gone the German way of becoming rich
where the desires go into a ditch
while frugality comes into force.
as buying from the available source
becomes the practice of the season
This being taken up for good reasons
brought in a prosperity without glamour
settling in for a growth beyond rumour.
Austerity being a well designed promotion
from there emanated no commotion
as all came under the proposed norms
within the prescribed forms
leading to a peaceful existence
within limited means releasing the essence.

Tags austerity, German, limited, necessity, Poem

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Down To Earth.

Down to earth is a beautiful idiom
bringing us down from the podium
as we tend to fly high in the air
going up and up without care
One can soar to heights specific
above that the result would be drastic.
A restriction is there in the zone
as the unmindful flyers are prone
scaling heights beyond the flown
finally enabling to be blown.
The earth shows a pragmatism
that of very charming realism
showing out a simplicity
added together with modesty
along with the virtue of patience
that take earth to a state of reverence.

Tags earth, modesty, Poem, realism

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The Natural Cycle.

The still night gives way to an active day.
The darkness yields to a brightness by the way.
This happening day in and day
alternating night and day in the lay out
A great systematic order followed by Nature
unperturbed by man’s hideous nature
of making morn night and night morn
practising erroneous procedures almost torn
while sleeping all through the day
keeping away from the working fray
not waking up to see the sun rise
but wrapped under the blanket in a guise
deceiving himself and others by his lethargy
then starting the work with the synergy
as the night sets in gradually
harming himself and all other slowly
as the untimely sleep and wake
get through him for the sake
destroying the ambience and equanimity
not in one go but in slow striding deformity
first quelling his body and performance
then going into the brain with a perseverance
numbing him fully converting him into a vegetable
So goes the life of one who had broken the norms
leading him to become a creature without forms.

Tags brightness, darkness, Poem

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The High Way Drive

The roads I take are highways
long and straight with no face.
It is drive, a drive to the end
faster and safer without bends.
Paying tolls at every town’s entry
passing through the tolls sentry
reaching the destination well ahead
as we not drive but fly instead.

All being well with great advance
there is most missing the chance
no lively being crosses the way
nothing interrupts the fray
as buildings and houses seen in roads
with hoardings and huge signboards
lending a touch of reality and recognition
a sight-seeing like activity without friction.

The hurry which is involved in the driving
makes one despise the very act of travelling
The monotony that gets in the run
robs the feeling of pleasure and fun
Driving straight through the highway
noticing only cars that go in the same way
tends to be stressful and exhausting
Well, I feel that the older way is most interesting.

Tags drive, face, Highway, Monotony, People, Poem, sight seeing, Travel.

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Caution Of The Day.

The rush up towards north today
with the hope of accomplishing a task in a day
as it looked very promising and attractive yesterday
thinking it would get through at any cost by the day
came to a not so alluring ending as expected this day.
It was half complete and reached the middle in mid day
wherein an apprehension surged up unexpectedly over the day
with doubts rising in a familiarity across the day
Not to overshadow the suspicion that arouse later in the day
left it as such till it gets cleared day by day
not by force or entreaty through the days
but allowing it to explain the merit not in a day
as in the long run it would have to would endure against the days
and withstand all allegations from today to future days
dispersing the suspicions as baseless as in most days.