Month: February 2014

thoughts

My Goal

It is a long time deliberation

as why it happens only to me

all others get their rights

I being denied of all them right

I ponder and I wonder

both being of no avail

I sit back with a sigh

blaming myself for all the deficits

only that I can do freely

as others around me go with my share

living happily and joyfully

never thinking of my plight

Oh! that be my misfortune in sight

let that be, I stand up again

with a renewed vigour and thought

let bygone be on the go

let me accept life for whatever it is

as no long could I go and fight

with the age going up with the years

resignation settles in with a lasting feel

might be another few more years

I would be around both alert and agile

living those years with a peace

and with a contentment is my goal.

Tags Deliberation, fortune, goal, Poem

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Stop It

Stop it said my girl
Taken aback I stood up
Stop it again she commanded .
I became dumbfounded .

Stop it shouted she
I got amused and chuckled.
Stop it she thundered
I laughed aloud .

Stop it she cried
I burst out with a guffaw.
Stop it she wailed
My laughter resonated.

Stop it, sobbed my little girl
I got worked up now really
Stop it,wept my little one
I embraced her with love.

Saying stop it meekly
she placed her head on me .
Whispering stop it softly
she dozed off peacefully

Placing her on her bed
saw the tears drying up
all over her rosy cheeks
Patting her gently
I cried all the more.

Tags cheer, girl, guffaw, laugh. cried, Poem, stop, tears.sleep.

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The Innovative Kids

the kids are playing around

what a cacophony they make

shrills of joy rant around

cries of pain resonate through

with a great willingness

they enter the field

with a greater exhaustion

they depart from the place.

looking at them ,I wonder

not on their enthusiasm

that be found in youngsters

not on the stamina they hold

that to be part of the youth

but on their creativity

how many ways they find out

how many way outs they discover

that too being so small

many of them just the age of six

I feel ashamed of me

having been living long

have not thought of anything new

going by the same procedure

set out by the elders

calling myself traditional and conservative.

Really ,I hold no equal to the little ones

out there causing a cacophony .

Tags Children, new, play. cacophony, Poem, ways

thoughts

The words come out
as we write with ease
jumping out of the heart
processed by the brain
typed by the hand
while the eyes see all in print
the mind reads it with attention
call it proof reading
but before it could finish
certain other topics rise up
he heart deliberates for a moment
as it records them one by one
being a prologue
then a dialogue
finally an epilogue
all come with such precision
the brains gets halted
the hands ache for a minute
but the heart propounds
more and more with such gusto
that all other faculties sit back
yearning for a break and a stop over
unable to cope up with the poet’s thoughts
but never the heart pulls out from the game
as spontaneity is its by word
there comes with a gush
all the emotions that are recollected
with a delivery great and best.

Tags adamancy, heart, Poem, Process, spontaneity, Writing

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The Blades Of Grass

The blades of grass

so far gleaming and sharp

shining with dew over them

glimmering in the day light

looks so pale and brown

turned so for no rain

withered and haggard

they appear in the morning light

A noteworthy sign of prosperity

these green grass transformed

now to a dull dry coarse yarn

render a feel of sadness in the tone

there be a strain and a drain

imploring for copious rain

that play cats and dogs all through

signifying a parched lifeless land.

Tags dry, grass, Poem

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The Consent Order

The consent being given
the order being drafted
the draft being signed
the original being sealed
that too in a court of justice
months later there be a rise
there be a call for amendment
going back on every clause
saying this and that
attributing various factors
that escaped by oversight
appears so cheap and deceitful
they are not men in real frame
being chicken-hearted not to be so
they be not right-minded beings
they be not righteous and even minded
their reaction could be termed as
fickle and unfaithful, heinous. and shameful.

Tags amendment, chicken-hearted, consent, court, fickle, order, Poem, shameful

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Green And Yellow

The grass is green
everyone knows
the hay is yellow
that all know
what is new ? in that
you would ask. with a shout
the fresh one being green
and the dried turning yellow
shows a real follow
that things when are new
look beautiful and gleaming
catching the eye all the more
when they be let like that
for months and years together
they transform into a substance of mellow
with a maturity all round
modest and charming as well
which is old has also a value
that being young commands a fair chance
there goes the way of life in a circle
all great and good on the round.

Tags Fresh, green, hay, new, Poem, yellow

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A Stay

A month of stay
which is no way
a great help in a way
as in the day
there be no progress to say
going by the things not so gay
the prolong remain in the place is at bay
for it does not bring any prospects in a tray
but proposes a wasteful time and energy in the stray.