Month: December 2013

thoughts

The World Is Large And Big

Post author By meenas17
Post date December 13, 2013
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The world is large and big

with multiple fixtures around

like continents and oceans

all the ranges encircling

with the mighty oceans

breathing out and in

temperatures rising high and up

at times going beyond the freezing point

the snow falling like white flakes

with one part of the world

suffering sweltering heat

the other area standing out

with frozen icebergs

the variance keeps on the way

with the extremes sparkling

like a fantasy and a fascination

occasionally similar to a destruction

the bafflement exercises itself

with ways great and peculiar

traces fine and familiar

Tags big, familiar., large, Poem, similar

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Anachronism

The sadness and despair that looms

the gloom and depression that stares

makes one to withdraw and get away

not wanting to live further more

unwilling to take the life out

as that would result in a fall out

the necessity to pull on drives

the feeling of not belonging anywhere kills

torn between the two

balancing between the two horns

listening to the meaningless chatter

that emanates all around

not finding an individual

fit enough to share and care

I go ahead with the living

as one among the multitude

vehemently angry to carry on

visibly sad to pull on

insisting on a flexibility

Well,l that has never been my strength

all these long years

wishing never to adapt to the changing climate

being a person that goes with anachronism

that runs in my blood through the veins

calling me to be straight and since

Tags anachronism, Poem, pulling out, striking

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Feeling Sad-Man And Child.

Post author By meenas17
Post date December 13, 2013
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Feeling sad is not only for elders

as the child gets sad too often

mostlywhen her mother scolds

and when her mother commands her

as to behave as told.

Children being playful and free

get going around happily

without anyone restricting their spree

but get upset over small things

and forsake their glee.

The oldies nurture the feeling more

while the child forgets then and there

the little one is easily in the fore

as the elders panic over everything

the child gets back into the fold as before.

That marks the difference so remarkable

as man and child differ greatly

one saddened by the events untenable

thinking of the consequences great

the other gets sad for only a moment probable.

Tags Man, Poem, sad.child

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There I See A Write

The prolific writing

evolves out of a thinking mind

that is ever on the move

thinking not less

thinking not shallow

thinking fathomless

with a clear mind

none the less

the writing talks about

great and small

with an intensity

direct and focused

that renders a write-up

lovely and exalted

standing out of the rest

jumping out of the box

sitting pretty on the inside

there being a fantasy

that ranges far and near

overwhelming the borders

overshadowing the fringes

with an adornment

delicate and exclusive

not seen with a flash

but through the glass

with an imagery soft and colourful

cheering up the spirit

enlightening the mind

there I see a writing of class

both qualitative and quantitative

Tags classic, Poem, skill, write

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The Foregone Conclusion.

It is a forgone conclusion

that being not an inclusion

but a process on to the assumption

that would end the discussion

as there is no need for any deliberation

cause having taken the decision

the necessity for expression

do not find an intervention

allowing a smooth and flawless transition

with that the matter ended up with a resolution

and the people gathered moved out with a satisfaction.

Tags assumption, conclusion, Decision, foregone, Poem, Process

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Write Do I?

Write said my mother
when I was young
did I for my mother
with thoughts strung.

Write said my teacher
when I was in school
write did I for my teacher
with fear full.

Write said my Professor
when I was doing research
write did I for my Professor
with earnest search.

Write not now said my family
when I entered the wedlock
write not I for my family
with everything locked.

Write did I forget for my children
as I carried and raised them strong
write not I for my children
with a yearning long.

Write now bids my mind
as now I am free and released
write now for my mind
with a vigour unleashed.

Tags Children, family, Mind, mother, Poem, Professor, teacher, write

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The Work Load

The work not lets me go

even though I become slow

I have to resume my flow

no matter however low

and tired I go about.

With the program piling up one by one

not of great importance in the run

I have to fight not with the gun

but get along without any fun

well that has been my life out-and-out.

The small things getting over

while the great things slip lower

the unremarkable flies up to the tower

while the valid goes down the shower

Oh! that has been me without a shout.

The happenings getting distinguished

the distinct get relinquished

while the shadow remains not vanquished

the pertinent disappears and becomes finished

Gosh! that has been the direction about.

Wondering is it the same to all

Do all experience the same call ?

Never did I play with any different ball

as I work my livelihood with a

Lo! that has been my destiny without a doubt.

Tags Destiny, exertion, exhaustion, feel, Plight., Poem

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Random Ramblings –

Eating at times

proper and at regular intervals

brings healthy chimes.

Chimes strike great

with spontaneity and lively tunes

if rung right.

Ringing at hours

the clock suffers an infraction

stopping at covers

With a stop

there emerges a fall out

that rushes atop.

There over atop

could see a big world

without a full stop.

Tags chime, clock, covers, eating, Haiku, infraction, top

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The Burn And Turn

With the movement of cyclical turn
the debris getting exhumed in a burn
while the cinders lay in a diffusible churn
the whole area seemed messy and abandoned
with the feeling of the environment getting
holding the hands tight-fisted against such disaster
could not keep the lips tight-lipped any more in anger
got ahead with the protests to the town council straight
who promised to look into it with a heavy punishment right
kept not their words but joined hands with the harm through
resting the town in more destruction and hazard being true
while I stood helpless and all alone in the wilderness static
without any one to support and help me to cross over the drastic.