Month: March 2014

There is a difficulty

that being of adding tags

not being to add media

the  blog loses its shine

built with efforts great

working with attention straight

there seems to be a temporary  set back

know not how to set it right

with fingers crossed looking for methods

while the impossibility looms large

feeling little disheartened  and disillusioned.

anyone there to help me?

 

The curtains rise for the day

that being of sunrise in the morn

with the darkness slowly giving way

the light spreads its ray

out comes the sun  in speed less

mounting up  from the ocean with no stress

the lovely yellowish red ball gets across

alighting from the bluish-green waters in a toss

the grey tinge to the sky moves out  in phases

giving way to the yellowish light  with a grace

the activities begin with a wake up and attention

followed by the rush and push   with tension

jumping on with a fervour and motivation

running towards the appointments in a hurried  representation

gathering the details in a scurried frantic

with that the curtains have gone fully up  the attic

the denouement over in a fair go  without test

the main act being performed with  earnest

the final act is fast approaching

with that the curtains are pulled down  with a closing

with that comes the end of the game  in all

the drama of life ends up with a tale.

awaiting a restful night .

 

 

 

 

The newspapers that look fresh today

that command importance today

find themselves in the bin tomorrow

losing their significance by tomorrow

getting recycled day after

going for print the next day

coming back as new paper the day following

thus goes the cycle of the newspaper

churning and processing every day

reading and storing in mind every other day

that be the  permanence of all things

going into and getting out

an entry and an exit

be also found in life

every birth being balanced by a death

the equilibrium of living

gets on with a fantastic speed

with a fabulous merit all through.

The flight took off late in the night
going through immigration and customs  tight
there being a sleepiness all through
the flight was silent and sober as it flew

The preliminaries all over with no hustle
the plane flew through with no bustle
cruising up high through the sky
started its cross over the sea without shy.

With passengers  dozing and sleeping sound
the  flight lost its connectivity  when bound
flew where no one knows being a mystery
reached not the destination   as per the itinerary.

The countries all around setting search
could not find any trace as such
with hours and days flying  with  the passage of time
the flight with its inmates remains  without a chime.

Looking through the same window
one sees mud
the other the stars.
one sees that which is underneath
the other that which is above

Reading the same poem
one finds it great
the other deems it ordinary
one seeks the significance great
the other traces the mistakes less.

It is the perception that matters
it is the thought that goes
it is the trend that talks
it being all worthy and faulty
being there lovely always.

There you are
looking pretty and smart
beautiful being the one
that goes with you
shy being the one
that accompanies you
fear being the one
that qualifies you
weak being the one
that denotes your gender
all these being tagged to you
for times as long as the centuries
now there be a different format for you
being that of self-sufficient  in everything
not depending on man for your living
not calling him for every task
not frightened of being alone
not waiting for his approval
you be there fully different
a woman needing no empowerment
as being powerful altogether in style.