Month: September 2013

The Ambush.

Having had a magnificent life so long.
Living in cheer and grace all along
Like everyone he wanted to chase
something that gave an irresistible impetus
He went behind money not for a change
but wanting to get rich quick
he resorted to ways not normal
as the usual ones bring no prize
so took the path easier to earn
involving in means different and strange
jumping into tracks not modest but illegal
He did succeed early having making huge revenue.
later he found himself in a maze and an entanglement
created not by others but by himself
His peace and smooth sailing got distorted
leaving a panic and fear great
Before he could lose himself fully in the ambush
he got away at the right moment
saving himself and his kith
knowing not late that only good would survive.

Tags easy, illegal, method, Money, Poem, profit

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The Cries

While entering into the world the baby cries
To live in this world everyone cries.
Whilst in death man cries

Tags baby, everyone cries., Man, Poem

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The Taste Of Money

Consolidating his gains in the gamble
he could have moved out from the ramble.
The thought to earn more and more sustained
as he went ahead in the game with enormous gain
that tempted him to think it would bring profits
with that he could create wonders in a beautiful fit
But nothing happened as he wished and expected
He lost more than what he gained in the test
got immersed in debts and became disgraced.

Tags consolidated., Money, Poem, taste

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The Spirit

The spirit is dying
The enthusiasm to cross is over
Having crossed the bridge in terms lower
with the fulfillment giving a feel relaxing
the age is extending an approach not so tensing
and the years of fighting for the cause just
has been rewarded all the more the best
seeking solace and peace hereinafter
has become the motive prime sooner or later
leading to a life of ease and comfort great
which is for all we strive mostly in state.

Tags Age, dying, Poem, spirit

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Three Men On A Road.

Said he something vindictive.
Came a man very tentative
Caught hold of the man attentive
slapped him unscrupulously
making him bleed profusely
The speaker stood silently.
I stood shocked and helpless
sad for the man who spoke less
apprehensive of the one who behaved ruthless
abhorring most the one spoke rudely

Tags abhor., apprehensive., men, Poem, vindictive

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Investments Timely.

An investment that is on the show
with everybody talking about it in a flow
telling that investing in gold is a glow
putting money on land is a big throw
stock is where money grows
thus go on everything in a row
finally facing a severe blow
when the metal falls
when properties give a harsh call
when stock roll like a ball
thus go we low and in a crawl.

Tags Investment, Poem, property, Stocks, timely

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Looking At the Ground.

Growing up in a closed circuit.
living all through in closer recruit.
Nothing much to worry about.
Nothing much to seek also.
Existing all along under an eye
be it mother’s earlier or spouse later
my life had gone through hills
rivers and ponds all in a bill
as I have nothing individual about me
that could be broadcasted or televised
I had been a secondary human
submitting to every throttle
not looking up from where I am
but looking down from where I stand
As a matter I know much of land in detail
than the skies which I look up at random.

Tags awe, down., looking, Poem

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The Man Turns A Bard.

Long long ago there lived a man.
man even now lives you might say.
This man who lived ages back
looked not extraordinary
had no wealth exorbitant
not educated highly
telling you all the negatives
I am trying to build up an image.
Again, this man being simple and straight
a diligent worker and great thinker.
He thought of his shortcomings
He slowly came out of them
waging a calm battle.
He earned little spent even less
kept his family in decent status
tending to them with love and care.
In his leisure he read books
he not only read them
but followed the precepts
ended up compiling a great book
This ordinary man became a bard
in no short time

Tags Bard, Man, ordinary., Poem

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Reading A Novel

Reading fast through the novel
she skipped pages
that of description
telling about the places
delving deep into the characteristics
not only of its physical features
but also of its cultural activities.
The rushing up of the pages
would take her to the story part
but the other information
would be let astray
The beauty of the novel
lies not in its story content alone
but also on the language most
as well as the presentation in tact
wherein comes the portrayal superior
and the characterisation intrinsic
that get entwined with the plot in a seam
and the theme gets elaborated with frills
with a narration and unravelling lend a binding
which go to keep the reader’s involvement
and takes him across in a tide far and near
great and pleasant in a manner perfect.

Tags novel, pages, Poem, read, skip

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Bee And Me

As I was closing the window
a bumble bee entered in
I noticed her not
she did not have the slight of the closure.
Both of went our way
I did not hear the buzzing
being occupied otherwise
She did not see me anywhere near
so she went on humming all the time.
When the night came to a still
with the external silent
and the internal not so quiet
as could the snores be heard
her sound became vociferous
Got up from my sleep
walked all over in a partial wake
switched on the lights
saw the bee flying here and there.
At once opened the window
but the poor bee could not find its way
It took nearly an hour for me
to drive the bee out
finally bringing peace to both.