Month: November 2013

thoughts

The Prying Mind.

The prying mind is never at rest

wanting to know about the rest

putting over other things far aside

goes about smelling stealthily in all sides

trying to extract from the deficiencies that prevail

intending to decimate the harmony that is in a veil

with a pleasure sadistic it works with a will

then intervenes with a cunning kill

scooping out the catch with a thrill

dissipating the peace and tranquillity that fills

releasing trouble and pandemonium on the way

relishing the chaos it has unleashed in the fray

it sits back with happiness and excitement in the end

having gained a lot in the intermediary trend

both of having destroyed the opponent cunningly

and having been rewarded with fortune seemingly

Well,that be the mind’s inquisitiveness in full.

Tags cunning, inquisitiveness, Mind, Poem, prying, stealthily, trend

thoughts

I write for what I do not know.
I write what I do not know.
I write why I do not know
that being the status you know
I go on with my writing
penning pages after pages
pouring my feelings unbridled
coming out of spontaneity in the run
going with an acceleration in the go
never do I stop once for a breath
nor do I break once with my stress
but go on with my writing schedule
almost all time morn or night whatever it be
there be no crisis or hindrance.
This way goes my life all through
with fun and happiness through and through.

Tags Poem, strain, stress, what, why, Writing

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The Concise And Precise.

She being concise in whatever she did

being precise and bearing no-nonsense attitude

things went on well as prescribed

while people showed their gratitude

as she went about rendering service great

helping others when in need and with great faith

her softness and less speech got misconstrued

people branding her as a person proud

calling her as one who walks with nose in air

the reward she gets for doing good to others

ends up in meaningless gibber and insensible gossip.

Unfettered by all these clauses and clasps

she passes on her service to those who require

that being her support to society in good faith

not thinking of the appreciation or admiration

which she would never get however true she might be.

Tags admiration, Appreciation, concise, help, Lady, Poem, precise, Service

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The Jaunt And Haunt.

The jaunt I undertook became a vocation

while a vacation became an occupation

as that which I see not came into my stream

that which I expected all through deserted me.

Is this a destiny all the way ?

Is it an irony with a sway?

I deliberate not with gay.

I ponder not with play.

Tags haunt, jaunt, Poem, vacation, vocation

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The Chaotic Movement

The focus having been shifted elsewhere

The thought being rooted nowhere

The movement went everywhere

finding no lead to go anywhere

turned to a chaotic condition out over there

finally dissolving into the vacuum then and there.

Tags condition., focus., movement, Poem

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The Mind Thaws.

The mind thaws

the body freezes

the ideas get stuck

the movements are arrested

with the panic hidden

I go about like a figure

with all senses numbed

nothing to seek further

nowhere to wander

I stand with a feel

I go on my heels

with a flow interrupted

with a gusto tempered.

Tags fixed, Mind, Poem, thaws

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The Dog And Me.

It being a run not for life

but out of fear great to me

that would appear insignificant to all

Wondering what would be

you sit quizzed for a while

knotting your eyebrows tight

it might be ridiculous to you

but to me terrible and frightening

it is a chase that took my life out

a barking dog comes behind me

bow-wow, bow-wow it shouts

I run head over heels

seeking refuge in a house nearby

while the residents seeing me so

have a hearty laugh at my expense

telling that he is a most harmless one

just shoo him away with a force

he would turn and get away

that works out easy for them

but to me it is a task

that takes the life out

as dogs are my proven foes

Tags barking, Dog, laugh, Poem, run

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Long To Be My Way

Nothing could be more tiring

being a continuous journey

travelling from place to place

with boarding in one place

and I living in another place

going from there to another country

there again from the destination

have to travel to my home town

another long drive turning hectic

pulling all my muscles and energy out

while my eyes droop throughout

my hand tired of carrying the baggage

while the legs pulling me all through

I cross the journey very frequently

that has transferred a strong feeling

that once back home I never want to get out

sitting pretty at home like a recluse

and enjoying the comforts with freedom

which I get once in a way

which I long to be my way all throughout.

Tags Journey, Poem, tiring, Way .

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The Poor Baby

The baby with a bottle
was caught in a throttle
as he was sucking the juice
with a forceful choose
coughing in intervals
regurgitating in levels
looking teary eyed
and being clumsily tied
feeling uncomfortable all the more
sobbing for his mother even more..

Tags baby, bottle, choke, Poem, regurgitating, throttle, trouble.mother.

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Insignificant I Be.

The detachment in me gets out of the spring

calling me with a continuous ring

forcing me to get away from the swing

and recuse myself from the worldly tinge

Aiming to get away and withdraw from the din

I keep myself from the clasping pin

estranging myself from the ordained grin

living a life of withdrawal much far from the trashy bin

This has been the trend for time I follow

but to my horror I hear someone bellow

with terms in lively green and yellow

putting me in a piquant hollow.

The interaction that takes place all along

between me and others in a long

do not put me in a belong

making me uncomfortable and run a furlong.

The shell I am used to live

has become so narrow and not give

anything to anybody with a forgive

deemed to be an exclusive state without reprieve.

That being so from my birth

having been a being with moderate mirth

wish to live the remaining days with a breath

as a being unknown and insignificant in earth.

Tags Poem, withdrawal, world. detached.

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