Month: March 2014

Those Who Create.

The brush which paints
knows not its work.
it being a silent spectator
doing that it has to do
rather aiding the one who does.

Being that in truth
that which one helps
or that one which is used
can never stake claim
over the accomplishment.

Not understanding the creativity
the helpers and the facilitator
try to assume the fame with a pride
there by ignoring the creator
who endeavoured to finish it beautiful.

This goes to all the creations
be it in art or architecture
be it in the making of man
the hand of the doer is invisible
those who pt forward gamble not ordinary.

The mother who carries the child
brings him up with love
certainly not owns the child
being appointed to make him into a man
with that her responsibility gets over.

She is akin to a brush , pen
similar to a carrier
never the craftsman or sculptor
who works hard to create
never she could aspire to be so.

Tags brush, create, mother, pen, Poem

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The Protests

The protests down the lane
shouting has become profane
objections are to be raised
need not become a pursuit.

An agitation there may be in form
could be silent and firm not in storm
requiring no chaos and dilemma
the gravity should be made to be felt.

The mere anger and cries there be
could no longer bring change in the alibi
working out on a pact that strikes
and knocks the doors of the programs.

Following it up in great punctuality
executing the design with balanced itinerary
leads to a classic destination of progress
ensuing a thrive and prosperity in the sojourn

Tags agitation, Chaos., firm, Poem, program, Protest., resolute, shout, thrive

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Restoring The Old

Reviving a bet
recycling the old
renovating the building
redoing on the whole
brings an expense much more.

Creating is the best form of doing
aping is the easiest mode of execution
restoring being difficult performance
requires a skill and proficiency overwhelming
undoubtedly to get the original back in shape.

Being so, restoration needs care utmost
minute details have to be looked into intensely
emphasizing a keen insight and research foremost
that takes the procedure to a scrutiny sober
releasing a structural pattern of great value.

Mostly none undertake this assignment
as it demands patience and deft handling
involving a time more than needed that went in to the original
accompanied by the fear of not spoiling the element
that of restoring the nuances in the old.

Tags nuances, Old, Patience., Poem, restoration, skill, Time

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The Poor Girl

The onus of the girl child

there being a push-off

than father hating her

for no reason whatsoever.

The girl born suffers all through

being cursed by the father

held with affection by the mother

not openly but in the inner heart.

She grows up with the years

second to her brother

who gets all the goodies

she being happy with the remains.

The boy goes to school

no matter he studies or not

the girl is sent to the primary

then drops out considering the family’s poverty.

The girl shares all the responsibilities

the years when she has to play

she spends doing household chores

even goes out to do domestic work.

The little salary she earns

adds to the family’s sustenance

with the father always half drunk

and the mother toiling in the sun.

With little education and innocence

she gets married at a tender age

bears the yoke of marriage

never would her husband share.

Pity is the girl’s life slogging and working

never could she rest for a single day

with the child on her way

praying that she not give birth to a girl.

Tags brother., cures, Education, father, girl, goodies, half drunk, Poem, poor

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The Natural Design

The silvery line of the sky
the sun’s golden hue
an attire of sapphire over the waters of the ocean
the hills with an emerald tinge
the orchards with fruits hanging like rubies
the dew drops sitting pretty like pearl
the tomatoes exhibiting the tone of the corals
the stars come out twinkling like diamonds
with that the platinum designations come forward
extending a lovely thematic expensive aura of delight.

Tags Coral, emerald, expensive, golden, pearl, platinum, Poem, rubies, sapphire, Silver

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The Stone Having A Heart.

The stone remains unturned
It is been there for long
being thee in the same position
braving the heat and rain
none bothering to turn it over.

What lies below it no one knows?
Why is it lying there no one knows?
With that being in the same place
and being in the same position
lying there untouched being a mystery.

People pass through it paying no attention
Children paly around it considering it a huge toy.
Lovers sit over it talking for hours together.
There being a buzz of activity all around it
yet it remains undisturbed and unperturbed.

The stone has no heart or feel they say
stone hearted being derived from this reference
let that be true as found in the annals
but to me I feel it has a feel too
that has become immune to the trials it had encountered.

The stone being most patient and bearing
stays there all through watching the bustle
never getting into it for heaven’s sake
it being also kicked and dashed by people in anger
staying silent and calm in the scramble
illustrate its silent laughter at man’s ignorance.

Tags heart, laugh, patient., Poem, silent, Stone, undisturbed

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Being A Solace

The huge tree in the corner

with branches big and strong

spreading them in width

elongating in varied lengths

stood majestic and massive

cruising itself to altitudes high.

The branches with leaves dense

bent down unable to bear the weight

almost touching the ground

looked as though they are kissing the land

showing gratitude to the soil

from where they grew.

Having been there for decades together

becoming almost a part of the corner

a familiar loving figure all the more

a home to hundreds of birds and insects

extending a place to rest for passers-by

guarding them from heat and rain.

Serving the people and birds with

no expectation

the tree stands as a symbol of age and honour

living there in the corner with all pride

having seen children playing there

the same kids now grown and tall

having themselves fathered many sons

wishing them all well from its abode.

Not having moved an inch from its place

the tree has seen events and incidents great

there being an intense joy and deep melancholy

running undercurrent in the scroll of human life

being a witness to all the happenings

recording them with mute speculation.

With equal awe and inspiration

the people around get past the tree

nurturing a fear looking at its grandeur

sitting down under her shade at times

recollecting the past and hoping for the future

being a solace and consolation to all at all times.

Tags banyan tree, canopy, listn, move, Poem, see, Solace

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Beautiful and Lovely

Beautiful refers to the looks alone
lovely corresponds to the whole
this being the inference I read just now
How far is it exact?
I do not know.

Beautiful is an impression
it being a something extra ordinary
not only the features in particular
being also the surroundings altogether
this being so of a scenery in all.

Beautiful is an exclamation
while seeing a person or architectural marvel
that which captures the eye in particular
captivating the spirit altogether
being an indication of exaltation.

Lovely, they say is an endearing quality
need not point out to the looks alone
being focused on a lively interaction
a charm in speech and behaviour
that being also felt not seen.

Lovely, is one that officiates an affection
coming from the depth of the heart
being very intense and significant
getting through the whole being with rapture
being a process of enchantment

There being s subtle difference , no doubt
with beautiful and lovely being both breath-taking
a desire to see once again being predominant
that both these words connote to a qualification
that being sublime and unique in the presence.

Tags beautiful, Experience, lovey, Poem, subtle, visual.

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The Days Back and Ahead

The sons of me love my company
calling me from wherever they are
talking to me in length about their doings
recalling the days when we were all together
leaves me happy for the rest of the day.

The daughters bear great affection they say
I know not how it would be
being blessed with sons all through in the go
never did I feel that a daughter could be much better
as I got absolute love from my sons through and through

There had been painful experiences with them
that of they being little unkind to me in the run
I, wielding a stick like wand to put them in place
they running away from me in their younger days
now having run away from me for their betterment.

Both runaways, precious and present, set my heart to ache
the first one releasing strict discipline for their future
the second one seems they are reciprocating similar for my old age
while I went busy with my activities in their younger days
now they live faraway minding their profession in my old years.

This being the life for me that brings cheer from far and near
the companionship growing strong with the grand children taking up the cue
with the boys I had lived all through till my middle age
now interacting with girls and boys a generation after
lends me a mixed feel of mirth and curiosity with no responsibility