Month: January 2015

The Sun And The Snow

The snow falls

causing a slippery floss

a slide so lovely at the cross

very much die to see the snow toss.

I have seen only the sun’s rays

causing an itchy trace

that scorches and heats up with a brace

die to migrate in any case.

The snowy storms rebels

a blizzard that forces a stumble.

The sun glares and glitches

a perspiration that ditches.

Would the snow be better?

or would it fetter?

Would the sun be best?

or would put you to test?

I deliberate for long

as I am a belong

where sunlight stays long

as the warmth extends a belong.

I decide not to move

as the not so kind sun proves

a better counterpart to snow

Well! Sun would never be my foe.

Tags Poem, snow, Sun

Haiku Poetry

A Tedium –Haiku

It is tedious

imbibing, inscribing, imitating and indulging

strain very obvious

Tags obvious, Poem, tedious

Poetry quixotic Sexagenarian

An Immature Sexagenarian

A man well into sixty-eight

behaves like a boy of eight

happened to see him in tatters

came rushing out of his quarters

with curiosity mounting to find out

what is happening in the third building of his

rushed indoors in no time in a whiz

as his brother who came out of his office

returned to pick up some trophies

I sat there bemused all through

witnessing the episode without any clue

but that is so much of him so frivolous

posing himself to be sincere but very dubious

know there exist a strained relation between the both

the brother does not set eye on him as quoth

the sixty-eight-year-old man prods and probes

finds every way to know about his sibling in throes

a funny, immature man I conclude

he is a quixotic character with an include

of assuming he is a wizard all the more

while he is a stupid creature in the go.

Tags immature, Poem, probe, prod

Poetry thoughts wait

The Wait Unsure

It cannot be termed new

these are there for years few

it is not a bolt from the blue

it comes and goes like the dew

a few months here I knew

other days away I knew

this alibi is there for in lieu

of my original which flew

I have every cause to rue

think of the comforts I enjoyed now overdue

recently going through an ordeal true

a bit of the sample taken as a cue

makes me awry and robs my hue

I hover for what I am not sure

perhaps a wait for the pass unsure.

Tags ordeal, Pass, Poem

free verse. missing Poetry

Away From The Usual

A little while from now

I would not hear in all

the quarrels of my maids

the blames with a spitefulness

the shouts of my cook for nothing

his stealthy withdrawals seen and unseen

the worldly advice of my driver to all around

preaches he with a force never practises

the divine communique of my watchman

who links every event to the Lord

says he that God made them all

the screech of the vehicles

plying up and down the road

know not where they go

and for what they go

turning next door, I hear

the blindfold recitation of children

with the teachers at the top of their voice

teach alphabets in a tone monotonous

while numbers one, two and three etc

come in a sequential flow

the hawkers cry calling out

banana, banana, orange oranges

till their voice turns hoarse

going to go away from this place of sound

away from the hustle and bustle

far away for a fortnight on to the wilderness

have to go without the usual used surround

I am going to miss them all obviously

a yearning almost for a time from now

Oh! am I going to miss you for long?

Tags Poem, Sound, wilderness

dedication motivation Poetry renown

The Theorem Of Fame.

Fame would come in any ways

be you a writer of plays

else be you a cartoonist

you a politician with sway

or be you a cartoonist all gay

also, a wise man growing grey

the renown comes your way

when you go about with a dedication

when you perform with a motivation

when you attempt with a resolution

none can stop you from attaining fame

be it not an effect tame

be it one without blame

that would put others to shame

and make you rise in fame and name.

Tags fame, Poem, purpose

fatigue Poetry

A Tiring Day

it is a very tiring day

almost at home the full day

yet felt very tired in a way

the day is different anyway

with a lot of things in view

many more waiting in the queue

some more to be placed in lieu

others have to be looked for the due

those are the things in few

that makes me tired

and now I am fixed with glue.

Tags Day, Poem, pressure, Tired, Way .

banter Poetry

Two Leaders Meet.

The leaders meet

cordially greet

embrace each other

call themselves as brothers

compliment one another

pose together

comes then the question

very much required for the destine

how many hours do you sleep?

pops out the reply with a beep

three hours a day says one

five hours says the other one

follows then an empty laughter

Should you call it a banter?

as these talks do not cause a matter.

Tags fun, Poem, talks

charm free verse. holy Poetry

The Magnificence Of Tulasi

Post author By meenas17
Post date January 25, 2015
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Tulasi leaves are considered holy

the small little leaves they are

grow on a plant not big

spread a grace

send an aroma pleasant

they, in my part of the land

are worshipped with piety

by women with ardent devotion

tended with care in a pot

having elaborate designs

resemble a stupa like structure

every morn the women water the plant

keep sindhoor and draw kolams

enhancing the divine charm

they perform an aarathi with dedication

go around the stupa thrice with eyes closed

prostrate before the Tulasi plant

a belief that has been bequeathed by elders

followed by generation after generation

well, the basil gives prosperity to her devotees

that be the magnificence of the plant

Tags Aroma, Devotion, plant, Poem, tender, tulasi

awareness Poetry

The Strange Poem

The writing is strange

the style is stranger

the words are archaic

the structure strangest.

The poem struck me.

I read it again

then again and again

sounded very genuine.

The style as such was different

not very coherent

but seemed to be a melody

rhapsodical and

The words are simple

could be understood easily

they are there with an ease

very cordial and pleasant.

The strangeness I find

both in words and style

add up to the charm

quaint and enlivening.

The poem elicits a grandeur

modelled on a structure

ordinary yet extraordinary

great and celestial.

Strange goes with divine

as it hovers round the unknown

a halo perhaps unseen

an awareness of a bliss.

Tags Bliss, cordial, Pleasant, Poem

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