Year: 2013

Actions Poem

A Thought Born.

A peculiar thought it was.
Strange and different
a little quixotic too.

Had it come to mind
a few years ago
it would have seen the light.

Being little late
as years have lapsed
it has lost its relevance.’

Revelling on the preamble
than on the main part
I look strange.

It is a simple thought
very practical and easy
not born on the right time.

It is a crucial and important
if happened in the right moment
would have been a success.

Well, again,I am out of track
going in circles
not tapping the sore.

Yes Now I remember
it is a thought
that of birth.

True, it is I.
not born on right time
an unwanted child.

Tags Birth, Poem, Thought

Actions Poem

The Crow And Rice.

I keep rice to the crows
everyday before I take lunch.
This has been my practice for years.
never once I have forgotten to do so.

A few days ago felt very sick
Tired to move about lay in bed
did not prepare food myself
so no rice for the crows.

Right at half past one
the crow came to the spot
Seeing no rice to peck
started to caw with a drawl.

Tossing in my bed with high fever
could not make out the time
hearing the crow’s call
knew it was half past one.

Gathering myself with difficulty
made my way to the kitchen
finding nothing than a bun
placed it on the spot.

The crow from a distance
looked at my feverish move
came towards the bun
smelt it and flew away.

Tags bun, Crow, Poem, rice, sensitive

Actions Poem thoughts

Surrender.

Creating an endowment
needs great sensitivity.
Taking it up all throughout
requires an endurance.
Maintaining its decorum
necessitates a tact.

Withdrawing from it
is a plain surrender
exposing the inadequacy
exhibiting the frugality
laying bare the inefficiency
altogether a fallacy.

The give up raises reasons
leading to discussions
dissecting the pros and cons
finally lending an acceptance
and sealing the chapter
closing the issue thereon.

Tags endowment, Poem, surender.

thoughts

A Trial.

Post author By meenas17
Post date April 24, 2013
1 Comment on A Trial.

My grand-daughter
made a swift swirl
glided through
with nimble steps
all in a flash.
She called it Ballet.

I tried to do
had a fall
slipped through
with faltering steps
all in a trash.
What shall I call it?

Tags Dance, fall., Poem

Actions Poem

With a disarming smile
with an open hand
with a kind look
the leader took
the babe in his arms.
Kissing him with love
placing a gift
on his chest
gave the child
to its mother.
Well, this is
one more trick
to win the votes.

Tags Gift, kiss, Poem, Trick, votes.

Lost Poem thoughts

It Is Not Lost.

Thinking that you have lost
brings you badly down.
The thought sticks in your mind
pulling you entirely down.

lost is an attitude abstract
that happens in the mind
That which is lost gets
back to you intact.

it might sound unbelievable
but it is most true.
Losing your childhood innocence
you become an adult reliable.

Does this echo a funny concept?
Ridiculous as it might be
it is the growth personified
that makes a precept.

Financial loss is another factor
that maddens the being.
Wealth dilutes and diffuses
if not deployed in a profitable sector.

Wrong investments bring trouble
leading to a terrible loss.
Well, that is a temporary disruption
akin to a frothy bubble.

The loss of mind is a worthy drop
pushing the man to a flop.
A complacent mindset should bore
the rise and fall in a prop.

Nothing is lost in the game
with winning and losing
are two sides of the coin
indicating a gusto same.

Tags compensated., financial, lost, Mind, Poem

Actions Poem

Own Axis

Post author By meenas17
Post date April 24, 2013
1 Comment on Own Axis

With a long face
and anger in the eyes
pointing the fingers
pouting the lips
the lady started
her harangue
admonishing some
punishing a few
appreciating none
piling praises
on herself and herself alone.
Then she walked grandly
totally blind
to her faults
of respecting none
performing more than bad
in all her endeavours.
W

Tags axis, Harangue, Lady, Poem, World

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Stiff And Sullen

Feeling stiff and sullen.
Nothing to think about.
No other work to do.
None to take care off.
Counting the “No’s”
it is better to keep away.
it is best to pop off.

Tags Poem, stiff, sullen.

Actions Poem

The great Player.

The mind is a great player.
At times scores a century.
At times knocks a duck.
With a little straw
it would build palaces .
With a big boulder
it would not erect a shed.
mounting pressures make it
paralysed in one way
They also make it agitated
in another sense ushering
a decayed sensibility
and a defunct stability.
It demoralise the being
getting stuck up somewhere
somewhat in a stunning
incomprehensible status.
To revive it is difficult
and assuaging back to normalcy
measures typical and severe
should step in.