Month: January 2015

The Proposed God-man

A relative of mine

not one of blood

talks high of himself

thinks he is a God-man

predicts the events of the day

speaks of sasthras and discipline

preaches many a time with a diligence

teaches most of the time in a manner crazy

the rituals and practices in direct focus

with an authority not ordinary

actually he knows nothing in general

as he reads not anything in particular

rather knows not to read coherently

commits hundred and one mistakes

while going through the preliminary

leave alone the holy ethics

writes with glaring errors in a range

boasts of his wisdom with a pomp

smile do I seeing him talk with such splendour

a crook he is in every walk with the least tenure.

Tags boasts, Poem, practices, rituals, speaks, wisdom

foster joy Poetry real song.

My Toy Dad And Mom.

As a young girl I remember

playing with toys of timber

I had toys of Dad and Mom

named the Dad as Tom

he stood tall and straight

wore not a shirt so bright

dressed in colours somber

looked also very sober.

The mother looked so cherubic

was exuberant and very energetic

her attire was very fanciful

red and yellow checks wonderful

they were my playmates for long

I rushed to them with a song

impregnate with mirth and joy

I trotted to them rather coy

never thought them to be a toy

share with them my dilemma and plight

if I saw the real ones in sight

dashed away in a swift flight

my doll parents listened to me

shared my sorrow and glee

they still remain with me as a treasure

I return to them that being a regular feature

my own parents are dead and gone

my foster ones would remain even after I am gone.

Tags Dad, Mom., Poem, toy

faithlessness Poetry

Desdemona —-Haiku

It is Desdemona

I find in every trauma

of faithlessness drama

Tags desdemona, Othello., Poem

blizzard breeze Poetry

The Blizzard And Breeze.

Up goes the wind

striking in a kind

brush past the face

almost in an accelerated phase

with a hurt to the eyes

and a turn with the flies

away it goes in a speed

disenchanting in a deed

the winds could be both

a blizzard with a toll

a breeze from the poles.

that be the experience in all

with a rise and a fall.

Tags Poem, wind

end Poetry start

You, Me And Them

I was born

before I could remember

hear your chuckle.

I grew up

before I could recognise

I could hear your tease.

I got married

before I could understand

see you laugh.

I gave birth to children

before I could realize

can see you smile.

They grew up fast

before I could adjust

can hear your talk.

They moved away from me

before I could rise

you watch me curious.

I live with my thoughts

past, present and future

an existence of the sake

That is how it goes

you, me and them

a start and an end.

Tags Poem, realize, recognize, you

God Lord Poetry Won

God Who Made Us All

Well done! very well done!

you have won

said all one by one

sat there she amazed

curiously she gazed

remained there unfazed

she got up straight

stood there bright

said she in a tone right

it is “God who made us all”.

Not I, nor you, could give a call

if not for Him in all.

Tags all, God, Poem

eloquence. Poetry spellbound

The Eloquence

The portrayal was interesting

the narration was enlivening

there was a rapt listening

could only hear the breathing

the characterisation was insightful

the speech was wonderful

with the eloquence resourceful

coloured by imagination fanciful

the feel of reality was felt all through

the characters were brought to life in true

with the hero making an entry anew

the villain cutting the edge in a breakthrough

the intermediaries creating a conducive backdrop

the story telling broke the barriers in a split

looking as though the monologue had hit

the technique was never tiring a bit

an ovation came from all sectors

the speaker was one in a thousand

one who holds everyone in spell bound.

Tags eloquence, insightful, Poem, Speech

day. different Poetry

Is It Not Different?

it was a different day

sitting all through the day

idling the hours in a way

gazing at the play

listening to talks all gay

eating in a limited way

with fatigue in the fray

that is how I spent the day

is it not a different way?

Tags idle, Poem, sitting

Life Poetry

The Swim Of Life

It is a terrible swim

water is up to the brim

lights are unduly dim

the protagonist struggles

snorts and bubbles

swims against the upsurge

tosses up to the verge

goes down the depth

comes up the breadth

up and down he goes

battered by throws

heaves and sighs

tries and tries

reaches the shore at last

this tale narrated fast

symbolises the life in a swim

Oh! these scenes are like a film.

credible and incredible at all time

Tags brim, dim, Poem, swim

perpetuation Poetry

The days come and go
we sleep and wake
happenings go on
nothing much of a change
a routine with a monotony
Well, to bring life
we have to celebrate
with A New Year
and to drive the fear
we face life with cheer
that way the world moves on
with births and deaths
with happiness and sorrow
all entwined with one another
that be the way we live
not we alone as seems
those of our ancestors lived
those of our progeny would live.