Month: December 2014

Bells Chime.

The bell rings with mirth
the noise is from the depth
the chiming is so lovely
clitter clatter goes the bell lively
the snow covered lands dazzle in the night
lights go up with an illumination bright
crackers explode with a jubilation
an amazing scene to perceive
an astonishing feature to conceive
for those who have not seen the frenzy
a delineation of happiness in all its glory
a hope that we nurture with diligence
as the bells ring continuously in cadence.
Let 2015 be a year of fun and expressions
let it dawn with a symbolic impression
that of contentment and peace
away from the war and freeze
distant from trials and misfortunes
close to a thrive and opportune

Tags bells, chime, Poem

greed Poetry rampant

The Evolution Of Man.

A man with limited means
not had gone to school in his teens
with very little knowledge of anything
with a deficit behavioural inkling
calls himself an investment wizard
his voice rustles like a blizzard
shrieking high at times
grunting low most times
it be a babble of sounds
too little a time it drowns
talks with an articulation
emphasizes with a gestation
the man I have seen for long
say a forty years, not wrong
lived in all humility in the early years
turned greedy and a liar in the middle years
now a pronounced cheat at his ripe age
Oh! he is just another creature in rampage.

Tags attitude., Man, Poem

bodies falls float ocean Poetry

Flies And Floats -Haiku

The plane flies
falls into the deep ocean
the bodies float.

Tags float, Fly, Poem

greedy ignorant. Poetry Wish

Am I Too Greedy.

In a dilemma almost
being the idea foremost
the way to publish
and to establish
my status as a poet.

I know not where I am
ignorant of my poems’ reach
innocent of how people find it
I keep writing every day
with the hope of seeing the light.

I do not wish to self-publish
as I feel it is not credible
being blowing one’s own trumpet
I would be more than grateful
if any one extends an offer..

Is my wish too greedy?
Would I ever see my poems in a book/
Are they worthy to be printed?
goes on my mind with so many deliberations
Will I? will I? my heart cries.

Tags Poem, Poems, publish, Status

thoughts

While Dead

A man died a day ago
people call him great
as he lived till yesterday
he was at default.

The flaws in life
grow and magnify while alive
the defects minimise
look nothing after death

The man dubbed as wayward
while he was living
turns wise and saintly
after his last breath.

The good that we do
lives after the mortals
the bad that we commit
is interred with the bones.

The memory is so short
as years pass on fast
the dead man becomes history
and his deeds a story.

That be the way everywhere
a saint lives forever
a bad man dies a death
and remembered for never.

Tags dead, Poem

conclusive Poetry strokes style

An Offender

The behaviour of one
be that a phenomenon
a treacherous denomination
a grab with a nomination
a siege with a stealth
a beating under the belt
a sly motivation of note
desirous not to unquote
tricky in a way
desperate in a sway
gather the best with a skill
unfortunate it is still
not able to enjoy the fruits
laboured so hard to loot
the steal turns elusive
not in straight conclusive
seen as in other latent strokes
that which had been acquired in hoax
falls from his grip in a close
stands he an offender in trial
that is his fate in style.

Tags Poem, siege, Stealth

Haiku Poetry

The Mass_ Haiku.

The lovely mass

the congregation of all Christians

evoked piety enmasse.

Tags christian, mass, Poem

abeyance. melodrama. silence Poetry

A Controversy

It was a day dull

it was not full

but had a tendency of a bull

a controversy raged high

voices went up the sky

none was shy

the hours passed

the tussle continued

sat there watching the melodrama

as the rays of the gamma

then came a silence

deadly in an abeyance.

Tags dull, Poem

Poetry

A Picture Of Winter

The chill air around

sends a quiver very profound

blows without a sound

creeps into the bones with a bound

the rattle and prattle are found

as the bones stutter in an abound

while the teeth chatter in a pound

the cold breeze crosses in an outbound

leaving me with a terrific wound.

Tags Air, bones, chill, Poem

fear Poetry

Fear –Haiku

It catches quick

as fast as burning fire

known as fear.

Tags Catches, Fire, Poem

Ramblings

Conversion December 2, 2022

Hide and seek out theresun comes out staysfor a while, disappears. A light drizzle for minutesdownpour for seconds. dry for hours. it is the rain play. The day passes as suchtottering and tetheringNature holds control Birds foresee disasters, animals react in advance. it is man who stays ignorant. His pursuit for worldly richesdistances him from the environm […]

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Not A Nostradamus December 1, 2022

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Oh! A Sunday November 30, 2022

On Sundays my abode virtually shifts to a noiseless place. A havenin heaven. Early morning my brass bolsteredred gate displays variegated items,Newspapers shoved between them milk sachet in a suspended bag.I engage in solving sudoku and crossword puzzle, hunger creates a commotion, My criminal tastebuds do not brook unpalatable food, demand the besttaken o […]

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Dumbbell November 24, 2022

I am quiet, like a hummingbird,sing and talk to myself, become quieter in days,exist like a butterfly, minding my portfolio,turn quietest in years, an antithesis of acackling duck. People call me dumbbell. Being singled out by the family,where own blood sucks like a parasitewho behave like a sly fox– treacherousengaging in conflicts creating rancourforces me […]

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Homecoming November 23, 2022

Back home after a jaunt.a fortnight of being awaysets in a longing, in spiteof the other being my own. The second, a recent additionconspicuous for its grandeurbeautifully styled, a fusion of traditionand modern architecture gives me a sense of pridenot one of belonging.Alighting at the porch, of the oldI experience a sensation, nostalgic. As I […]

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Satyagraha November 22, 2022

Soon after his return from South Africa Mahatma Gandhi participates in the Indianfreedom struggle. Shunning violence he takes the cudgelsof Satvika. He practises with faith India is freed decades later. Without weapons, without bloodshed,hitherto unknown to the world. Gandhirecovers the country from the British.

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My Dad on Wheels November 18, 2022

Cycling in the eveningsoon after I come from schoolis my play.. Counting 1, 2, 3, I flylike a whirlwind, Zoom, zoom, the bicycle runskeeping pace with my anxiety.“Hai, Hai”, I wave to my cook who brings in a glass of milk. My enthusiasm grows. as my bicycletakes off like an airplane, whir, whir, I speed. lose […]

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Eyeing November 17, 2022

My mother’s eyes stay behind follow me where I go. Overtake and come in front when I talk to strangers. The eyes give instructions,twinkle when I speak right, stare when I go wrong.cast down when I fail, caution when I am aboutto pronounce something important. They retreat when I am finished, walkwith me till I reach the […]

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I Turn a Gardener November 16, 2022

The garden looks uncouth ups and downs in the driveway, thud, thud go the vehicles. intermittent patches of grass high and low, a semblance of a beard with tuft and stubble, stones and pebbles strewn around deliver it unholy. To work affordable, I design a lengthy lawn, measuring 100 feet by 5 feet, royal palms […]

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Status Quo Continues November 14, 2022

A lifelong wait has ended I sigh with relief. Not too soon it opens and closes like a May flower, shimmers in the sun shuts up at dusk. The carousel is transient hours do not count nor days stand in a row it is years like a long tail nearly a decade, a quarter of […]

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