It be a dash straight on the wall
hitting the forehead
that rising into a bulge
devastating moment it was
with the toddler crying with pain
the parents knowing not what do
shattered by the sobs of the kid
placing ice pack on the hit
the child crying even more
what a pain the poor one would have felt!
with tears rolling down his cheeks
sobbing intermittently for full twenty minutes
the sister standing aghast with a shock
looking at her brother crying loudly.
the entire household became paralysed
To everyone’s astonishment
the little boy walked towards his toys
Well! that be the way all kids behave
with
the grown ups still being into the strike and dash.
Day: March 21, 2014
Categories
The Days and Distractions
The weeks keep going with days folding
the hours cling to each other in the sailing
the events crowding in a jumbled row
all gets forgotten in the feverish flow.
The episodes of the day require attention
with the chaos creating a commotion
there seems to be a deviation from the straight
much against the proposed installations of the right
Getting deep into the interventions
where there are unwanted associations
requires a handling with great focus
otherwise they would get you stranded in the nexus.
A withdrawal be the best on the spree
letting you to rest in peace and be free
an involvement would be a cyclic indulgence
calling for a periodical appraisal and appearance.
If all intend not to participate
the world would be a place of dissent
where the malicious would move ahead
leaving the righteous to trail behind.
Categories
Humanity And Humility
Where there be humanity?
there be not found 
much humility
there be only impertinent authority
Categories
The Memory is Short.
The year going up to three hundred and sixty-five days
while the leap year having a day more
they roll on in no time as seen
great they seem to be when they begin
amidst shouts of Happy New Year
going demure when they wind up
with the heave and a sigh
saying with a displeasure
that another year has passed.
This being the charm of birth
and being the melancholy of death
when anything new and fresh dawns
there be a cheer and rejoice
both fading away from the arena
as quick as a wink in a shot
as the memory lasts not long
getting into the regular norms
that being the acceleration of the events.
Categories
The Rugged Path
Expecting nothing out of life
that which received came in the course
that being lost which works out great
went without coming to me at all.
As the rivers flow through with ripples
life pass through without much events
there being no furore or flutter great
going by the tide being the way.
Has had many misgivings in life
settled back with contours of grievance
had to overcome them in the go
otherwise would have been sealed by their ridges.
Perceiving a steep mountain unnerved me
the height and loftiness made me lose hope
awed by its massiveness I stood below
amazed by its beauty I became enchanted.
That being the essence of life in a verse
the mountainous passage having a meandering path
negotiating and walking high up with strain
a pursuit difficult but not impossible
Pursuing the clamber with a will and focus
forgetting that directionless climb would lead astray
slowly and steadily have made the way
being an achievement calling for an award.
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