Away from home
Always moving out and roaming
Feel not homely
Month: April 2014
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The Fire in The Belly
The fire in the belly
Causes a feel really
To perform wonderfully
Perhaps an inspiration solely.
The imminence to act not found
The fire kindles an aptitude that abounds
Which is a motivation that sounds
Like a reminder in the bound.
With the prompt that is electrical
The execution goes almost mechanical
The result is magical
The delight is sensational.
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The Subtle Difference.
Anything engineered looks mechanical
with a measurement typical
and the angles in focal
looks exactly radical.
Anything that is a spontaneous outflow
with an emotional flow
and the expressions in toe
appears absolutely
a glow.
There is a variation altogether
with a thought and feel in tether
the former is stronger
the latter is soft as a feather.
The thoughtfulness checks with diligence
the spontaneity pours with no reference
that is the only difference
which leads to a sea of inference.
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The Balloon Man
The balloon man as he is called affably
passes through our lane without fail
with a whistle and a noise in a trail
that bring every child out possibly
The man halts by the tree
fills the balloons with air
puts them out in display with care
an array of colours promoting glee
The excited children flock to his shop wayside
touch each balloon with their hands tender
want to have not one but,
many a splendour
their face reflects enchantment besides
The seller uses his skill
creates animals of the balloons
inserts a rattle into the fill
that croaks and barks and croons
The children thrilled even more
run home to get few cents
beg their mothers to spare a little more
walk with heads down cause they received a dent.
The balloon man is a human after all
pushes two more liberally into their hands
sets a tone of pleasure and contentment
a good salesman he is with no brand.
The next day he comes along with a usual gusto
children throng around the man with amity
they trust his generosity
a charm he employs every day in the tempo
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The Reality
A dry river
an empty pond
a waterless lake
are seen around
The trees wither
even the neem and tamarind
are leafless and seem bare
a scenario drastic.
Pots in all places
water in lorries
go around
a reality nowadays.
Nothing is everything
as everything sometimes become nothing
something to brood.
Know not nothing to pen
Know not nothing to think
Know not nothing to imagine.
I sit awkward on a bench
with the stare empty
with a feel of anguish
along with fatigue
also with a resolution
to wait till everything resolves
they might or might not
that depends on the situation.
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The Water Bodies
All the w
ater bodies
look very dry and shoddy
cared by nobody.
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The Imagination Wonderful
The imagination is found no more
as there is a scarcity of thoughts.
it is the fantasy that picks up
a scenery that works up
goes the mind with them
in multiples of tens and hundreds
assigning a glow to the small flower
that otherwise would have gone unnoticed
ascertaining a cheer to the event
which would have passed of as nothing
the volume and intensity go up to create
a wonderful picturesque exuberance
so much to say imagination should be productive
to enhance the glory and bliss around you.
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Wealth of Billions.
It is too much cries she
her face turns red with anger
She is busy like a bee
never once enters into a slander.
Her foes and friends alike
talk about her in length
describe her as a person unlike
portray her as a woman of no strength.
She is lady of authority
stern and disciplined
speaks sense and is positive
reserved and independent.
Her demeanour misleads many
as they find her impossible
she pays attention to details tiny
she is a character all forcible.
She does not aligns with anyone for benefits
if for a cause she be the first
plunging head and soul in an implicit
goes about with an unsaturated thirst.
Women of such calibre are rare
they are found one in a million
yet she could not escape the glare
as she commands a wealth of billions.
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