Month: August 2013

Wordy Fire.

Picking up quarrel often
being common in children
wanes as days go by
while the children grow into adults
the tendency subsides with a virtuosity
bringing in a composure of equanimity
This being the case in general
there be few exceptions as might be
where even septuagenarian quarrels
at the slightest annoyance and delivery
mostly when there is nothing in the basic
but raising the voice and engaging in wordy fights
ill-fitting his age and experience greatly
Well, can not expect anything more from him
as he gets provoked and once went to an extreme
by setting fire to an innocent girl who died
burnt by the flames ignited by this man
it is both the real fire and the wordy smoke
His wrath and foul mouth have framed him
as an evil being detested by all around him.

Tags burn, Fire, Poem, quarrel, words.

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The Words In Our World.

Getting to know people
Getting to know their intentions
Makes one at times yell with delight
sometimes depresses the outlook and insight.
The niceties of man get known in his words.
Certain periods these words also go wayward.
The words powdered and made up with sugary taste
reflect a lovely presentation when judged in haste.
The sayings that is true could be bitter most times
they do get less sour when told with rhymes.
The way to talk is but different with one another.
One might require a strong wordings in tenor
while other gets curled up being sensitive
repelling anything that goes beyond the prerogative.
The poise of placing words in a sentence needs great tact
with the proper attuning there arises a great impact
creating an enthusiasm initially and a will to listen
not to everything said in a haphazard manner as to chasten
but pronounced with important reference and indicative choice.

Tags Choice, fine, hap hazard, indicative, Poem, refernce, words. world

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There You Are.

Seeing what is there
commenting about it
without any extra details
describing as it is
making nothing more of it
tells you are prosaic.

Seeing what is there
adding imagination to it
coloring it beautifully
allowing it to take wings
making the most of it
emphasizes you as a poet.

Seeing what is there
enjoying it for itself
loving it more and more
depicting it with gesticulations
making it an experience
finds you as a dramatist.

The three perceptions
basically tell the same
but one with a reality
another an exaggeration
and the last one an entertainment
all that pointing to the very same

Tags comment, Entertainment, Exaggeration, Imagination, Poem

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The Wicked Man

He grumbles all the time
with a long face and pouting lips
finding fault for no reason or rhyme
he murmurs and scolds without any tips
that being his behaviour all times
he is shunned by most in all slips.

Nurturing a vengeance over everyone
irrespective of their stature or standing
he spits venom barring none
worsening the relationship to a breaking
always cursing having no fun
a ruthless wicked man in the run.

Tags grumble., Man, Poem, wicked

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My Days Mostly At Home.

With the trees and plants around
I have never felt alone
To me televisions hold no interest
it is the nature that lies around
with all its bounties and beauty
that make my days pass without monotony.
Like to stay at home in their company
with books and periodicals in hand
all through weeks and months.
The rustling of wind enamours me.
The sound of thunder arouses me.
The lightning captivates me.
The rains bring an exuberance and joy
while the falling of leaves wake me up
specially that of the fronds of coconut trees.
the dangling of roses in the garden
solicit me to them every other hour
The chirping of birds take me to a world
where cawing and tweeting present a symphony.
With the books as companions the day passes
going by intermittent phone calls and cups of tea
with lunch and dinner simple and healthy
keep me engaged all through
and the time passes without venturing out

Tags books, days, enamour, Monotony, periodicals, Poem, television

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In Heaven.

The heaven is beautiful they say
with flowers and greenery all over
While the good people find place there
revelling in splendour and comfort
all the more for the things they had done
and for the person the way they lived
kind and good, generous and magnanimous
touching nothing that is not theirs
attacking none and for that reason
quarreling with none nor taking
cudgels at any one unfriendly
nurturing not vengeance
brooding not evil
thinking always good
and living by principles
which had brought them to heaven
after their death
So, in the heaven they enjoy
peace and goodwill
all being a reward for they being
honest and sincere, nice and gentle.

Tags gentle, Great, heaven., nice., Poem, Sincere

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Wading Through

Wading through the waters
dragging out whatever possible
his breath got shorter
wondering whether it would be tangible
he made his way to the shore greater
while the water pulled him down
the weight he carried immersed him further
he struggled hard to get through alone
marooned in the vicious waters for long
his hands and legs got numbed
he had to make it fast or else in a song
the sweeping waters would get him embalmed.
An incident that brings into the mind
the struggles in real life of a kind
similar to this in find
of crossing the life cycle with strain
have to do no matter it be a drain.

Tags Poem, struggle, wading, waters

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Floods.

The cyclic monsoon hit the town
flooding it largely
lampooning the town extensively.
The rains poured day and night
no person was in sight
The roads were with water
everything else was shorter
with no activity either
and habitation neither
it looked deserted wholly
not looking wasted entirely
but fully logged and surrounded
marshy mess and clogged
Generally water is a life-giver
now it has become life taker
halting the movements absolutely
while heralding an alert necessarily.

Tags alert, clogged, lampooned, life giver, life taker, logged, monsoon, Poem

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The Colourful Bonanza

Down there in the garden
saw a beautiful fountain
spurting out into ebullience
reflecting grand in the sunlight
with colours in variance
initially with red and green
then with blue and yellow
all in an exuberant glow
with intermittent flash of lights
that added charm to the spray.

Children went round the fountain
clapping the hands in joy
getting wet in the shower
brushing aside the water in gay
trying to get into the spray
pulled back by their parents in fear
enjoying at the luxurious splendour
dancing to the colouring in glee
had a time most memorable and lovely
which would stay in their memory for long.

Tags colourful, fountain, Poem, scenario

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A Ploy Well Played.

Calling it quits
he went out in fits
when rage becomes a wit
while disappointment brings in dim wit.
He walked away enraged
losing his courage
as holding in the range
was abandoned in ways strange.
Knowing how to provoke
they force him to revoke
gaining a victory wholesome
making him a dummy in the sum.
Their plan being worked out
they imperiously go about
enjoying every moment in a chuckle
while he resigns in a buckle.