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Month: February 2014
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The Vacant
A time comes that there be nothing to write
with the mind becoming vague in sight
having gone across all the wide
talking about things that need no write .
This vagueness sits so intact on the mind
allowing it not to go and find
compelling it to languish by the side
blinking like an imbecile with an abide.
That being the case with me on and off
I go out of the track with a laugh
stay out for a time in a place away
then return with nothing to say.
The say has become my guess
I talk what come in my mind fresh
never deliberating what I should say
that has been my way through the long day.
Now , faced with such state of mind suddenly
I having fulfilled all my promises hopefully
long to fly taking my wings to a place
where I want to live as an unknown face.
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A Lion On The Line.
A lion on the line
has been on the keen
looking warm in the arms
stood high by a try
coming close with a force
it roared causing a furore
moving around in a bound
looking restless yet breathless
advanced straight on the right
charging heavily almost soberly
causing a devastation without a retribution
then marched ahead with a high head.
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The Divine Garden
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The Baby In The Cradle.
The baby was sleeping
fast asleep on the cradle
she being all alone
the mother being in office
not away but at home
she slept still for a time
having woken up
she crooned softly
smiled to herself
played with her legs
getting amused at everything
that came around her
so speaking she was happy.
that being for long
she felt hungry
finding none were around
she cried slowly
then with all her might
as none could hear her
she sobbed and sobbed
went back to sleep once more
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The Rugged Land
The land I see over there
seems to be rugged and undulating
goes it by mounds and bounds
with a terrain not soft but very stern
as nothing could grow there
remains for long an untouched stretch.
As everything finds its way out
this land also finds its path
with commercials seen all the more
this no good brand rose on demand
as developers flocked their way
there it stands aloft with pride.
Its value rises by day and night
that which lay useless all these days
attains a status primary and elitist
before you could close and shut your eyes
all in a day crossing the millions in a sway
that be the price of latent virtuosity in a way
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The Birds In Their Round.
The birds cackle all around
calling for their mates in a round
making merry on the grass
pecking the insects in the trash
singing to themselves in glee
going behind the buzzing bee
they converge on a hedge high
exchanging gestures with a shy
they fly low and perch on a tree
their little ones safely be
fondly looking at them for a while
they leave their nests in style
going out to hunt for further more
an investment for them all the more .
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Solace Be Yours
A solace is found
not in the lap of luxury
not in the wealth of currency
never in the volume of power.
A solace is seen
invariably in the realms of truth
invisibly in the regions of mercy
independently in the reigns of the mind.
A solace being not merely
a temporary rejuvenation
a lively at the moment interpretation
a simple adjusting equation..
A solace for all matter
becomes an embodiment of ease and consolation
an exaltation of resignation and contentment
an empowerment of the mind’s competence.
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Poetic Fancy
The words come up in closed circuit
giving them a charged wit
as they come one by one
they brighten up the writer
making him work wonders
his thoughts queue up
as they get clothed one by one
they dress up beautifully
lining up before the craftsman
exhibiting a dainty pattern
that meets the eye
and lifts the heart.
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Dark Be His Mind
Dark be his mind
as he does not find
anything in a bind
going by his way
all through the day
hearing not anyone’s say
thinks of evil design
that expresses things not benign
well that is what he deigns
causing a misery
plundering the treasury
escaping through the estuary
this man is dark all through
and makes everyone to rue
as he disappears in a swift flew.
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