Jill went up the hill
Jack came in the back
Jill ran fast till
Jack followed the track.
Jill called in a voice shrill
Jack answered like a crack
Jill reached the hill
Jack climbed up with a knack.
Jill saw MR. Bill.
Jack met Miss Black.
Jill and Bill ran down the hill.
Jack and Black tumbled down the track.
Year: 2013
Gamble is a game
not of fun primarily
but specifically a play
for money exactly
while playing cards
and while dealing with stocks
where there is a need
for wit and alert
where there is a necessity
for moves and designs
where there is a requirement
for reverse and forward
where there is an initiative
for a quick change
where there is an instigation
for a quicker shuffle.
Gamble would lead to a fumble
if transacted improper
leading to a tremble
ending up in a crumble.
Wallowing in wealth
he lives in pomp
Splendour is the word
that takes him across.
Rides in mirth
and revels in joy.
Alas! he is unable to swallow
as he has a hole in the hollow
down below the throat.
She has a deep swell
around the eyes.
Bulging it closes the eyes.
it is not painful says she.
it is neither disturbing too.
Amazed at her predilections
I stay confused.
She goes about her way
doing her chores in perfection
With one eye workable
she does perform adorable.
Drives, works, cooks
does gardening too.
Amazed once again
I remain astonished.
it is not the lack
that affects work.
it is not the fault
that cancels actions.
It is the determination
that works wonders.
Where there is a will
there is a way.
Dream is a reality
in a far-fetched sense
calling for a creativity
with an attempt intense
going with it is an uncertainty
but an attempt hence
is no way a hindrance absolutely
Dream is a sketch of the mind
a plan imaginary
drawn in the broad canvas
not in paper bonded
but in the sheet of the mind
an alibi proposing a carry out
with no obstacles and hiccups.
Dreams lead to a progress
as the mind works out
both in sleep and while awake
drawing a modus operandi
as how to execute and how
to go forward in a form
appropriate and with relevance..
<A little tadpole
came out of the hole
to take a dip in water.
It hopped and jumped
and knocked on a passerby
The tadpole ejected water
which got splashed on the man
Sensing a feel odd
the man shook his leg
The tadpole fell on the ground
tumbling in threes and fours.
In anger the man was
about to stamp on it
The little one moved fast
in an escape and fell
into a pothole of water.
The man cursing
went about his way
as his dress got wet.
and his day spoilt
As it goes the tadpole
signalled a bad omen
and the ugliness
invited a repulse
stirring an unpleasant outrage.
Under the street light
a boy was reading
wearing thick glasses
and torn trousers.
Straining his eyes
already bespectacled
he was memorizing
Peeping over in anxiety
found out finally
the name of the poem.
“On His Blindness” .
a sonnet that ends
“They also serve who only stand and wait”
a fitting tribute to both Bard and boy.
With a sweat on the brow
and a frown on the forehead
twitching the nose
and with the pout on the lips
straining the neck
and walking with a twist
a figure entered the portals
In a shrill cracking voice
raising it high
tempers getting crossed
yelled loud
gesturing with anger
made faces
enacted a melodrama
and walked out of the gate.
Why did she come?
What did she want to tell?
Knowing not the reason
of her anger
Unknowing the cause
for her entry.
I walked into the house.
Categories
Redesigning Life
Redesigning life is a requirement
as age takes over in a complement
where dependence becomes foremost
while inability stretches to a supplement
in the form of care, help and other averment.
The thought of being left lonely overcomes
as the feeling of overstaying slowly overwhelms
paralysing the mind to an attitude of decomposing
leaving the already fragile body to a state worrisome.
Setting aside all the loneliness apart
a new design has to take part
to withhold the mind and body intact
that being different from the regular sort.
Dependence on children should never be thought off
as they have their own pursuits to think off.
A deal agreeable to age and time should take off
that would lend a probation to get off.
It is a bamboo basket
small and cute
set in yellow and red
a lovely blend
used in occasions auspicious
thought to bring wealth
prosperity and a lineage
by a small trading community
down south of India
known for its artefacts
and architecture
They live in sprawling mansions
with a modest appendage
saving and spending little
giving a part of their revenue
to temples and charity
a munificence little known.
The basket in talk
is one of their many
cherished handicrafts
simple and less expensive
while their gold, diamond
jewellery look amazing
their silver articles excel in
workmanship and beauty.
Like the basket ordinary
the people apparently are simple
soft and strong in accounts.
The rich heritage is
waning like the moon
where modern trend
has taken its toll
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