Month: February 2014

thoughts

The Organic Stuff

The home-made is simple

being not with a dimple

showing out prosaic and pure

extending all cure

that be the like of a few

preferring everything in blue

not requiring the embellishments

very particular of the ingredients

there they go with a call

that be from their claim tall

getting away from anything artificial

relying on everything natural

interested in things organic

running away from the inorganic

the people few as I said earlier

form a forum to talk about things livelier

a group of people working hard really

instigating a turn away from the ostentation early

signifying a well intended motive behind

know not how fast it would work with a bind.

Tags organic, Poen, Simple.

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Long Did I Deliberate?

A thought comes up

might sound little odd

but that keeps me for long

the purpose of living

forces me to deliberate

as I sit alone

watching the birds fly.

What is it I am doing ?

having lived so long

having to live for how many years more?

I really do not know

I see the birds chattering

existing with no kind of plan

involving into nothing great

just working, eating and sleeping

has been my way all thorough

I notice a bird coming near a window

the monotony of life has an effect

that of strain in the routine

breaking would prove a threat

following the course so long

what have I achieved

nothing real or tangible

I have advanced in age

the little bird sits on the window sill

I now look at it for long

slowly realising the truth

loneliness is only a feeling

and the prodding I did all along

have unfolded a deep truth

that of life in all its form

telling me about being born

have to go through the life cycle

that is ordained for one

whether it be for good or bad

making it remarkable or functional

is not in our hands entirely

the will and the wish have to be there

along with the conductivity and conduciveness

which create an environment of meaningful transaction.

the bird in a wink flies into the wilderness

Tags Deliberation, Poem, Thought

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Relinquishing

A feel of happiness

that of not achievement

one out of fulfillment

takes me affront

making me relish

and forcing me to relinquish

the earthly pleasures

indicating me to highly treasure

faith and good will

which would last long till

not foreseeing the world to end

which would move around

with cheer in a merry-go-round.

Tags depart, Poem, reliquish, treasure

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Hot, Hot, Malaysia

I see heat really with my eyes

How come ? you might ask. as if it is a lie

It is seen actually right before

The roads glitter in the sun all the more

It is silvery everywhere across the tar road

The glare is too much to bear on board

It is so shining and blinding

catching the eyes in a ring

not really capturing the eyes as such

not really seizing the eyes as much

Well really ceasing the eye sight

it being so shiny and reflective in a bite

that I could not see over at all

but see the heat alone while I fall

Hope you come to terms with me now

Where ?you would ask to know

Oh! let me tell you the place

it is so in Malaysia

where the heat is existential with might

with no rains almost for a fortnight

while my washed clothes dry up in an hour

my plants wither in twenty four hours

my trees dry up in a week mostly

while I suffer a sun stroke essentially

withstanding the exhaustion efficiently

a little exposure to the sun

tan the complexion not brown

but turning to soot black

Well, that is how is Malaysia

with heat circulating around

and rains not be found

Tags Hot, Malaysia, Poem, Weather

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How To Bring Destruction?

There be an intrusion

be it small or simple

be it big or complicated

it being an interference

needing not much attention

yet creates a disturbance

that be one of distribution

not one of accumulation

deranging the eternity

fragmenting the infinity

there goes a missile

not be it literally

being seen as a weapon

that throws the eternal

shatters the universal

breaks them into pieces

being the aim intended

succeeds in achieving

a victory for destruction.

Tags Destruction., missile, Poem, Simple., success

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Dainty Pie

The flavour in the pie

the smell that emanates

greatly igniting the wish

wanting to savour it in deviates

tasting it bit by bit

let not in one go

well as it lies there closely knit

devoured by many in a flow

the aroma keeps my nostrils panting

while my taste buds flip-flop

I stand in the queue wanting

seeing the layer in top

being swapped in gently

entering smoothly into the throat

it being a dish of dainty

that would melt in the mouth as a float

Oh! the dish is making me ravenous

as waiting increases the appetite even more.

Tags Aroma, dainty, flavour, pie, Poem, taste buds

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He Is A Man

Daring he went in

where the house caught fire

without any thought he moved in

minding not the flames that raged with ire

caring not his life that is precious although .

He broke open the house

locked by the parents a few minutes from now

keeping the children inside the house

as they being working all time for income low

both venturing out for a short break although

The man opposite seeing the fire

rushed in and broke open the door

which would have turned to be a pyre

had he not broke open the door

seeing the two children sitting although.

Seated where the mother had placed them

scared to see the flames going high

made no noise as they saw death around the

waiting for their mom to come after the buy

the kids frozen to death although.

He flung the door and darted in

pulled the kids and perched them on his shoulders

took a sharp turn and ran hearing no din

at the same time came down the boulders

a miraculous escape it was although.

What an attempt it was I stood amazed .

What a man , my heart cries out to him

What a life for the toddlers who still are dazed

The act made me understand that people like him

still live in this world of deceit and greed. although.

Tags brave, Children, Fire, Man, Poem

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The Insecurity

Keeping vigil all through life

with a thought of being deceived

the mind keeps on blowing

while the inner self straightens

not with boldness

but with ultimate fear

something would happen

something is amiss

cautions the self

keeping not the mind at rest

but placing it in a position

difficult and distraught

yet life moves on

while the man becomes old

so his longings lose sheen

and soon he would die

with the fear in his mind

that insecurity passes on

with generations coming up

how much there would be an advance

either way say by

technology and science

the apprehension retains its place

as men die with an insecurity always

Tags advance, innerself, insecure, Mind, Poem, Science

thoughts

I be not excited
says he
I be not thrilled
says she
they be not interested
I say
having been through all the days
one be not with the other
the other be always against the one
there be no understanding
just a fight in between
that makes one tired
and the other bored
so they find no excitement
nor any adventure
as they see only controversy
leading to nothing