Month: November 2013

thoughts

The Excess

The excess of anything is a danger

as it causes an intoxication in a ranger

be it food in a quantity beyond

as indulgence lands in orbits of outbound

be it wealth in a way

as opulence takes you far away

be it temper striking entire

as the gravity stabs the interior

be it brains in a say

as intelligence touches lunatic stray

be it passion in straight

as sensual extravagance creates a blight

be it fashion in show

as over exposure brings you to bow.

be it mercy in the go

as tenderness pitches you against a foe

anything right or wrong

a moderation should be your song

as it would put you in a stature

lively and delicate making you great and mature.

Tags brains., danger, excess, Food, mature, moderation, Poem, Risk, stature, temper

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The horse in the stable
stood agile and able
ready for the race
reckoning a fast trace
where it would attract
as a star in the tract
cheered by the spectators
encouraged by the stake holders
having bet a huge sum on her
awaiting to see her power
as she goes on the race course
starting slowly in the first with little force
picking up gradually in the next round
racing ahead finally with a great sound
her hoofs galloping in a trot
she getting past the slot
emerging finally victorious
carrying a prize money tremendous
bringing a large fortune to the owner
and a great reputation to the trainer
The horse has proved her mettle
while she walks back to her settle.
It being a game or a gamble
whatsoever you might call it in the preamble
the poor horse being trained and trained
having been slogged incurring deep pain
well, the poor animal has to bow
to the great pull and force in the go.

Tags bow, go, Horse, Poem, race, stable, trained

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The Murmur And Destruction

The thunder was mild
seemed the sky was murmuring by itself
looked as though it was grumbling
going on for some time in a way soft
it gained momentum and started rocking
with a big blast and a noise
deafening the surrounding altogether
the rains got gathered in the clouds
and were preparing to fall as droplets
there arose a big voluminous sound
sonorous as it could be and frightening
giving a feel that the world has collapsed
with that the rains started to fall
with a force not known so far
coming down in torrence with a lash
drenching the area totally
making it marshy and slushy
unable to cross through
while the rain went on for days together
deluding the ground with great speed
and the land appeared like a boat
mired in the huge ocean
striking hard to reach the shore
but getting no way in the midst
apparently hard and incredible
as a wade through would pose a risk
Days and months would go along
just for clearing up the mess
and diffusing the stress
a patien

ce is the need of the hour
as far as the murmur that has gone beyond
ending up in a devastation and havoc great

Tags lash, Poem, Rain, thunder

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The Seed of Rivalry.

The menace men do to each other

is reflected in the ill feeling they nurture

is found in the jealousy that mounts up

just for the sake of being good-looking

be a way that copes up well

then being an intelligent person than the other

that being a reason which manges well

next comes the feeling of living comfortably

that is the seed of all rivalry very well

followed by the execution and performance

that being got by innate trend and practising conscientously

all these consignments both in part and in bulk

go about throwing in the air envy and ruthlessness

turning the person to become a wicked and evil human

summing up his value and strength in derogatory terms

making much of his fallacy and diabolical syndrome

Tags comfort, envy, intelligent., Jealousy, Poem, rivalry

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The Dog Next Door.

The dog is barking all through out
with its throat going out
and our ears getting out
while the master has gone out
enjoying with his family the day out
leaving the dog to bark all throughout.

Tags barking, Dog, Door, next., Poem, throat

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The Days Through.

It is a day full of dullness
where there is no fullness
it looks as if there is no brightness
with the day turning into nothing.

Many days have turned so lifeless
causing a boredom nevertheless
making one weary and senseless
leaving a weird perception .

With the days becoming insensible
time moves slowly with a tremble
making the person irritable
converting the days into a millenium

Tags ., days, Dullness, Poem

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The Graceful Little Girl

The little girl is a catchy one

with beautiful eyes and lovely nose

eyes sparkling all the more with a glow

while the lovely nose gives her a profile

so elegant and regal with a dignity on the way.

Must be enchanting to see her

You might secretly wish to glance at her

but she remains exclusive all the more so

bubbling with an overwhelming enthusiasm

circling round her family and close friends.

Being kept so by her mother in total exclusiveness

fearing any evil eye would bring harm to her daughter

the little girl surpasses anybody’s idea all the more

excelling in attitude and movement with a grace

that places her in a pedestal of grandeur.

If the little one appears in public

she is sure to raise the bar

as all eyes that fall on her all the more

would find themselves hard to transfer their sight

and see some one or other mundane and ordinary.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Tags bubbling, catchu, enthusiasm, exclusive, Eyes, Grace, nose, Poem, Sight, transfer

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The Girl In The Terrace.

The smile litting up the face
she was sitting on the terrace
looking around with a gaze
chuckling to herself with a grace..

What was the smile about?
what was she doing in the terrace?
wanted to call her with a shout
contained myself in a firm stout.

She still remained there with a broad grin
very much atop the terrace
she looking pale and thin
very much away from the din.

That much is enough for the day
standing all alone in the terrace
cried from down is that the way?
Yes she smiled with a gripping sway.

Not able to withstand from below
hopping and jumping reached the terrace
gave a sound from deep hollow
asking her to come back in a follow.

She turned behind and stood straight
not a step away from the terrace
bidding me to take the steps right
ordering me to vanish from her sight.

Tags exact, girl, grin, Poem, shout, smile, terrace

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All In A Pack.

It was a few years back
we were going in a pack
up on a mountain which was black
there seemed to be cracks
as fissures were seen in the rack
that made efforts difficult to track
we strolled over there in a slack
munching the hot snack
staying there for an hour with a hack
hoping to get through the stack
but could not push through with knack
so got down the hill intact
abandoning the try with exact.