Month: August 2013

Burning The Midnight Oil

Burning the midnight oil
a famous idiom of toil
gets now altered with electricity
that is found not in cities
but in every available soil
while it is becoming a boil
ever costlier in alacrity
turning to alternative coils
that of solar and wind in gritty
while the solar is gaining loyalty
the wind has proved its credence
but none could beat the powerful semblance
released primarily by electrical power
with much ease facilitating a cover
great and wide encompassing the area
with full supply alternated with appropriate idea
The world is in the look out for resources
cheap and perineal almost falling on solar source
which is found in abundance but has to be streamlined
so as to enable a distribution uniform not out of line

Tags alternate, Electricity, energy, oil, Poem, solar, source, wind

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The Train Puffs off

Hurrying toward the running train
with the luggage heavy
he got into a compartment
Moving towards his own seat
could not locate the number right
He went up and down the compartment
pulling his luggage with him as an attachment
failing to track his seat however much he tried
he sat down in disgust on a place by the side
As the excessive run has depleted his energy
Exhuasted as he should be dozed off without synergy
A halt in a station woke him up rudely
He got down to get some magazines freely.
Seeing the name of the station on board
his heart sank below the sea level like a toad.
He all along was travelling in the opposite direction.
At the same time the whistle blew with the indication
before he could get into the train it puffed off
and with it his luggage went off
leaving him helpless and hapless

Tags hurry, luggage, Poem, puffs, train

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The Head Splits.

Holding the head for a while
as it ached with such a sting
not I mean the real head ache
but the agony that split it
Felt, as though the brain
pushing from all corners
trying to get out with force
made me dizzy for a duration.
The blood flow rushed up and down
through the adrenaline in velocity
causing undue pressure and strain
while I could hear the heart palpitate
with not equal intervals as normally
but with frequency bringing in a setback
that pushed me to become half dead
and dead I lay there for quite some time
knowing not what to do and what not to do.

Tags Agony, Anguish, head ache., Poem

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Over To The Past

Deliberating while sitting at home
thinking of the past happenings
the way of life that had gone by
the years that have passed over
kept me occupied in the morning.
The days that had fled bore experiences
reflecting the struggle that had been borne
halting over the bitterness that had gone
how all these had to come to an end
after inflicting volumes of injury and hurt
Those days have passed leaving an indelible mark
that remains in the heart permanently.
It looks as though it is concealed deep down
but is found obviously in the body and face
which did not endure any mishap whatsoever
but had undergone the stress and anguish.

Tags Agony, Anguish, experiences, injury., Past., Poem

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August From Caeser

August is a lovely month
though being eighth month
a number repelled by many
it has a pleasantness
that none other months possess.
In arid regions it is moderate
In the cold countries
it is the most beautiful
with flowers colourful
and weather fair full of warmth.
The hemispheres north and south
do have temperate climate
as August deals out in rate
an august cordiality
with a whistling of breeze softly
along with rains pouring gently
like showers lively and sleek
while the sun plays hide and seek
as the children all over the world
play out imbibing lot of wealth untold
through sunshine and fresh air
which enhances their colour to fair
boosting their energy and stamina
as they extend an array of vitamin
that make them cherubic and robust.
Then name derived from great Augustus Cae ser
August extols an immaculate pleasure.

Tags august, Augustus. Caeser, cordiality, eighth, Pleasant, Poem, sunshine.warmth, vitamin

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The Anger Of Sun

The Sun is very angry
shining with a fury
making everyone weary
posting a slurry
proposing in a hurry
a treaty not very airy
but very slippery
calling for treaty
which is shortly
environment friendly
needed greatly
for man to live harmoniously
with nature peacefully.
Will man accept it readily?
Will he adopt it surely?
have to watch patiently.

Tags Anger., fury, Poem, Sun

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The Good Old World.

The father was away from home
The mother being at home
bothered about the money
and the interest it would fetch.
Supervising the kitchen
bossing over the servants
She admitted her children in school
with the full belief that it would
churn intellectuals on the go
but her children became nuts
behaving quixotically and looking funny.
The father came and was pained to see them
so he sent his children to hostels
hoping to get good results
Again, there happened the same course
with the children making nothing out of it
That which is seen in early years
stood through all the years
with the father and mother gone
the children behave as frivolous as ever
doing nothing essential but everything invalid
all of them have crossed the sixties
Yes, the world is so large and kind
holding such people in its loving fold.

Tags boss, Children, father, foolish, Interest, mother, Poem

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Beggars Would Become Kings

Post author By meenas17
Post date August 21, 2013
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Grand was the morning
with a hot cup of tea
and a pleasant weather to suit
the day looked extremely cheerful
know not for what but with the intuition
that the day is going to give out an experience
or else release some remarkable gift
that would be cherished through life.
Instincts and intuitions do keep
these are truly the hallucination of the mind
working in a direction and visualising the same
hoping that is going to happen quickly and favourably.
if every thought converts itself into an action.
If every feel transforms itself into an experience.
if every emotion transcends into a poem
then beggars wold become kings
and
Kings would look foolish.

Tags a actions, beggars, emotion, feel, foolish, hores, instinct, intuition, Poem, Poems

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Hurt She does.

The habit of hurting others
is her latest practice
To me it appears recent
but I feAr it is in her for long.
Talking with a pungency
telling things unnecessary
speaking about others in length
with whom I hold no relation
mainly to agitate me
has become her new style.
Ignoring her,I went past her
Not recognising her
but comes she with a smile
commenting on affairs I detest.
The next time she does so
have decided to tell straight to her face
run away from my sight and get lost.

Tags hurt, Lady, Poem, remarks

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Unknown Device.

The wish of few gets fulfilled
while the wish of many get dished.
The few are supposed to be lucky
with things getting accomplished
The rest are considered unfortunate
as they could not go by their intention.
This is how the world views
and this is how the men think.
Beyond this superficial appeals
there are many great devices behind
that act and react with a purpose
giving out a responsible answer
and emphatically calling out
the reasons for such projections.