A family I am familiar with
known for its modernistic feel
westernised in every field
be it in living or eating style
think high of the other side
speak not their own language
lisp in an Anglican style
hold their nose high
with a patented name
they are that way in a side
have another appearance in a mode
that to be too much traditional
and very much sticky to the community scroll
follow each ritual in the fore and to the core
such as the formalities that go with it
be that the step by step formulas
programmed by their ancestors with diligence
right from prenatal to death with an inference
blindly adhered to now for the sake of it in the go
with the money achieving the centrifugal sho
w
a contradiction the keeps me beyond comprehension
an irrelevancy that overwhelms the complacency
know not what to do appreciate or depreciate?
Month: December 2014
Farewell to you
welcome to another beautiful one
a lovely 2015.
Categories
Merry Christmas
Come every year the Christmas
a festival of candles
honouring the birth of Christ
a gesture in a way very amazing and sprite
a significance with all merits
that be not only a birthday of the Lord
but be a recapture of his faith and brand
a renewal of his teachings
a virtual celebration as it looks now
being a convenient escapism from the cult
Christianity preaches love and kindness
mercy and sympathy carry the impetus
violence and hatred never in the syllabus
tells us to embrace every soul with a lovely smile
that takes us with a distinction across the miles
Do we see such kindred spirit as of now?
Have to hunt for such souls through the brow.
That again is an exercise to no avail
Setting aside the mission for a while
Wishing all a Merry Christmas
and a Happy N
ew Year.
It is a ceremony
could it be a matrimony
seeks an alimony
a negotiation ensues
unpleasantness cruises
it prolongs for days
demands in
all possible ways
escapes the decorum
sets in a quorum
with a memorandum
and articles in a forum
the elegance is lost
eloquence lasts
that be the ceremony in place
squeezed into a limited space.
The tell-tale story I heard
was something unheard
a fictitious imagination
an irrelevant construction
which intends to take one far
but leaves one at the door ajar
stand we there in aghast
with our eyes firmly cast
not in a way down as thought
but high up in a sort
unbelievable we gape
incredible we exclaim
yet the tell- tale goes
in uninterrupted flows
we forget who we are
we grope in the dark
we loom there large
then spring up like a lark
run away in a barge
ahead from the glare
all the way from the stare
a right path to the realm of reality
greatly into the world of veracity.
imagination, gape, ajar, far,
The conversion as such
calls for nothing much
mean the religious change
that be within a range
India being a secular nation
with Hinduism as the religion
along with many others in the fray
Islam, Christianity at the bay
with other faiths in a minority
Sikhism, Buddhism and Jainism as priority
the ancient land of Vedas and scriptures
stays 
united in all other features
the Hindus tolerant in all ways
pay slight attention in any case
the others do not express similar feel
become infuriated and come out with a deal
cry hoarse over their faith being shattered
not knowing that it is each one’s wish and interest
cannot contrive a restriction and a circumspect
politicise the religious beliefs to the wildest
fleecing peace and bringing chaos in the quickest.
The walk I go in a way
helps me to sort out in a say
the physical discomfort of days
restores the mental discomfiture in place
a benefit hitherto I did not know
now have understood it anyhow
as the saying goes
it is better late than never
I wish everyone to follow it forever
not an advice as simply stated
but an experience very much related
to that of a well being very much rated
to which I am greatly indebted.
Advertisements are announcements
straight with colour and imagination
creative and destructive 
A man known to me
feels so secure
thinks he is immortal
lives in a world
of his own not very great
but very cheap and stinking
assumes he is the richest
presumes he is the cleverest
whereas he knows not to speak
coherently leave alone with sanity
his voice goes up and down
between various frequencies
with a little or no literacy
he circumvents and circumspects
being that all idiocy
abridged in his scarecrow form
that be his physical appearance
he is a menace and a parasite
gnawing and eating over
goes on unbridled
and lives like a miser
with his lovely wife
who is equal to him
in all respects and aspects
a perfect match perhaps God’s will
might had been so some forty-five years ago
they live together happily in a house
that belongs to too many
but they have usurped the place
giving no space to others
a wretched pair they are.
May their tribe increase!
May they flourish!
May they prosper!
till tides turn across.
Tears show many
feelings of happiness and remorse
overshadows the strength.
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