Month: October 2014

thoughts

On To The Itinerary

On to my itinerary seeing cities of fame

came next to NewYork the capital of U.S

down south called after the first President

who conjoined the thirteen colonies

into United States Of America

formed the government meticulously

framed the charter of governance diligently

by burning the midnight oil incessantly

focusing on a new union altogether

a success he achieved not in sleep

but through hard work and master plan

set a precedent rather unassuming

nation carved from a virgin land

made it shine in glory and excellence

earned itself a name of “Big Brother”

triumphantly steered its path

became the world leader of the class

be it in an economy, education and prosperity.

Well, I have drifted apart from the city

that holds attractions vast and myriad

one of a kind linked to memorials

that of to monuments, museums

centres of learning, the Capitol Hill

the famed White House, George town

all in a package so hard to resist

yet have to forgo many in the stride

as time is the reason essential to count

replenishing the pocket with more

so as to set the goal of seeing all in one go.

Tags Nation, president, thirteen colonies, Washington

thoughts

The Lack Lustre.

Weird and worn out in the shapeape

looks like a haggard in form

the great city of New York

lacks the lustre it henceforth

the impetuosity is lost

the statehood never found

What would that be?

it is a but a sad tale to tell

like a woman aging in course

makes up her face in a choice

draws her eyes with care

creases the wrinkles all fair

pays attention to the eyebrows

dyes her hair hiding the grey locks

conceals the blemish with creams

goes on the make do’s for hours

yet the basics remain the same

while with a few hours shine

the artificial dies through

exhibiting the original

so much more this Famed city

has withered with years

as it bursts open slowly

exposing the innermost ugliness

depicted well on the interior

surfacing on to the exterior

the wrinkles ironed out smoothly

appear more prominent than before

same way as in aspects distinct

the land once glorious and exalted

now is pale and beaten to the core

not a picture of beauty any more

only a portrait of a wretched existence

far away from progress and thrive

Tags aged., Lady, lustre, New York

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New York

On a voyage I go

seeing places be the goal

the cities of fame take

the priority all the more.

Go I with expectations high

New York, a place of pride

I chose the place in the stride

away I went with an enthusiasm

Did it stand up to my fascination?

Be that a question hard

proper response on the trial

it was and was not in a way

the charm not so exciting

as the city looks tired and forlorn.

Overused is the epithet that strikes me

overexposed in a fashion that gathers

the city looks aghast in a sequence

of being in the limelight for long

a hype built by men around.

The most happening place they say

the economy or the political rendezvous

it remains the same as past

though with less gleam and noise

succumbs the land to pressure.

The suffix “new” that adorns it

be unclad with a due reverence

to befit the place with a succour

lest it would be a misnomer

such be the status of the metropolis.

Abounds it with attractions various

one of the Statue of Liberty on an island

the Empire State Building high up

with the U.N on an overlook

as the newly built World trade centre hovers

the city needs a rest from now.

This is the level of the great city

very much different from yesterday

the Chinese entry is impressive

seen extensively in commerce

a distinct society is on the rise.

A style of the colonies thirteen

original in the eighteenth century

now attains a dim with a detain

as the eastern hub of the world

rises from oblivion with a composure.

Big apple, as it is fondly called

remains big in a sense apart

a shy residue of the past it is

absolutely diffused and disoriented

just a shade of past glory

Tags enthusiasm, epithet, New York, waned

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Manhattan I Saw.

I had a dream

it was full of gleam

wonderful fascination it was

but in a quick toss

the reality dawned fast

opening up in a cast

the place that came often

now shows up in a soften

which was beyond imagination

has suffered a repercussion

appears tattered and worn-out

famished and spent out

the streets look chaotic and shoddy

shine through with a gaudy

walls all black and mossy

the entire Manhattan bustles

with subdued ripples

the vociferous talk around

now assumes a weak sound

gone are the days of domination

financial district has lost the rumination

the spell spread a few years back

been there for almost a century in track

slips into a meek disoriented fade

a course none expected in the least

yet that be one of a fall in a heat

as Manhattan seems now in tone

a commercial entity without bone

Oh! it was a shock to me all along

as my stay ends up with this sad song.

Tags faded, Finance., gleam, Manhattan, shine, shoddy

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Behavioural Reappearance

Let me tell you in faith

nothing beyond that straight

that what we sow in life

is that we reap in strife

be that the universal effect

poised and balanced sans defect

the words we utter with sarcasm

return with an equal venom

hurts with a strength unbelievable

all these being made possible

by the rashness, we deliver

we know the flow of the river

depends on the inflow it experiences

be that so in behavioural reappearance

thoughts

The Exclusiveness

The exclusiveness I like

a way out from the rest

rather a way into the best

holds me to do with care

enthuse me to dare

a strain I do undergo

for which I forego

the comfort and ease

I guard myself against tease

go with a different approach

encumbered by not any encroach

it might look out of the blue

but that be my wish true

as I have lived so long thus

always without any fuss

many find me not to their liking

Well! it is my life I am living.

Tags exclusive, liking, strain, strive

thoughts

I Remain True

To read what I write

is but a terrible bite

as I write with a passion

nothing to do with fashion

pour my thoughts in speed

they are in verse think I indeed!

what they are to others I know not?

as I write for me alone all throughout

this way I go about in my work

performing for my satisfaction alone

a very different personality in tone

stand I very much apart from the normal

withdrawn from the world but very formal

Do I look a strange creäture to you?

Well, that is me who remains always true.

Tags fashion, Passion, read, write

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Rhapsody

The colours I see here

mesmerize me, my dear

the green I espied a little ago

sheds its darkness with no ego

turns light without a show

from dark to pale in a slow

a while after I perceive a change

this though not in range

looks red now not a derange

haunts me rather strange

the colour changes forth so quick

become they yellow in a tick

the leaves are no more thick

cling no more to the branches

they fall hurriedly in bunches

lay there for a rest in the trenches

emanate not any stench

the transformation scene so tall

that be the glory of the fall

autumn in Canada they call.

Tags autumn, colours, Fall

thoughts

On The Shore

On the sea shore

there are more

pebbles small and big

excessive they are in a dig

in many shapes as well

hexagon and square in tell

tiny conches and shells

found there in a dwell

I, like a child eagerly

gathered them steadily

threw them into the water

flowed they back in a splatter

engaged in a play for a while

so it continued in great style

the game brought memories of past

which have been rightly cast

at the rear end of the mind.

Now, I see it as a great find.

A wisdom I attained after years

a way to live in good cheer

is to remember the good more

forget the rest as it is a bore.

Tags colour.memories, conch, sea, shell., Shore

thoughts

The fight between the two
is it absolutely true
it sounds so pettish
at times even garish
the two not known much
leave alone the fame as such
not on a personal level too
pick up fight from the blue
exchange dual in a fleet
while they forget their feet
down they go into the drain
their shouts start to rain
that be the way they behave
think one another as each one’s slave