Month: March 2015

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Poetry schedule

Not With A Cup Of Tea


It is a first hour in the morning

not I with a cup of tea

nor I with a newspaper in hand

I sit on the patio just gazing

my eyes do not rest on a focus

it hovers all through in a way

could hear the birds call

the nightingale in her sweet voice

comes out with a ku ku ku

the dogs  on watch go to sleep

with a snarl and a growl

the lizards on my wall

make a noise strange

the mosquitoes after their nightly pursuits

go back to their breeding place

I sit there for long  lost in a reverie

I wake up from my  dream

ascup of tea the newspaper brushes past my face

the next hour on  I  am into the schedule

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Poetry

The Voice Over The Years.


voice breakA revival of the past

the way I sang  once

recollected fast

several decades hence

the voice in a mellifluous swing

reached the  notations high

came down to the base as a spring

now it strains to  go up in the fly

remains stuck between the wings

cracks and creaks almost

breaks and filters in a  post

yet I sing in a closed space

afraid of being teased in the open

the music in me finds its place

as I sing in  the privacy chosen.

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thoughts

Weird And Stale


My heart sank

I felt tired

It is the countenance.

To camouflage

I put up a smile

vain and empty.

To associate  myself

I talk few words

relevant or irrelevant.

To pass the time

I sit with a pleasant face

all is weird  and stale.weird and stale

I

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Poetry Reliability.

Is Flying Reliable?


Flying is fun

embark and fly but breathe

after reaching the destination.

Flights have disappeared

not once but twice  all too sudden

for reasons unknown.

The rationality behind

pilot’s suicideA_Germanwings_A320_3243376b, his carelessness, a snag

all  human trepidations.

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Poetry precipice

The Edge Of The World.


Long time since I thought of the world

as I am away from the world

far into the world of my words

I stand on a precipice high above

I have nothing to support

well, that could be my life in and out

lived so long with none on board.

A case of loneliness, it could be

not am I a solitary child  as to be

born with siblings five  a good number

been always out of their circle, I remember

how did it happen I am not aware

yet I grew up with no share

got a little of the high volumes

yet they always bubbled with fumes

knew not for what reason it was

deliberated long to know the cause

success was never by  my side

jealousy runs high like a gigantic tide

this is at my mother’s place

also similar to  the in-laws case

as it would be an easy surmise now

my spirits sink very low

I live amidst my families right

physically it is a straight hit

I am miles and miles away from them

I have many chances to see them

my mind carries me away very fast

now they are strangers to me in a  cast

this could be the edge of the world in a focus

I could see an opened door that shows a grand status.precipice

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Global warming. Poetry

The Long Summers.


The summer is early

it hots up dearly

before it was once yearly

now  it is present daily

the breeze  is hot

men are caught

water is bought

this is what happens

as the summer sharpens

the heat deepens

there is perspiration

there are indispositions

there are propositions

the global warming  stems up

left as such would hot up

one has to top up

with ideas for reduction

and strike a note on deduction

along with an introduction

that way the summer could  shorten

the other seasons would lengthen

through which the temperatures would lessen

a research and a study should ensure

a back to the old days of moderation in an assure.global warming

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Poetry

The Dress.


A way to dress

as occasions demand

simple and pressed

the best in stand

decent and modest always

never gaudy and provocative

mild designs  stitched appropriately

disciplined and not reactive

never an eyesore but eye-catching

extends a respect  and admiration

could win over hearts in full

a  really reliable mode of conduct

found in the attire you darn not dull

as  a dress makes half the person

the rest, of course.dress. is the behave and intellect.

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insecurity. Poetry Pride

Great And Nothing


The feel of greatness 

keeps me awestruck

the thought of nothingness

relates to a  daring pluck

both awakens us to a reality

greatness is abstract

and it  commands an instability

the pride makes us insecure in fact

nothingness is a vacuum  definitely

it lends an emptiness and an alarm

the fear makes us indolent  exactly

the apprehension arises from the storm

one being correlated  to the other

pride and insecurity  coordinate

greatness and nothingness  do  bother

with the same tenor not in a deviate.great and nothing

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Poetry

Dialogue Turns Monologue.


There be a dialogue

cannot call it a dialogue

it is a monologue

a conversation between  two

where the one is slow

the other one more garrulous

talks all the more meaningless

tells of her beauty in no ordinary terms

while the quieter one listens with a firm

the talkative goes on and on with no break

the silent spectator stares at him without a take

the eyes get tired and wink now and then

the mouth never minces a word in strength

the dialogue turns into a monologue

happens all the time whenever I log

that be the way along  the stream

where one glitters with a gleam

the other shines with a dream.dialogue-symbols

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benevolence. Poetry

The Shortcomings and Shortfalls


The shortcomings and shortfalls

should never take the call

their suffix short interprets clearly

they are for period very short exactly

never make a fuss of a shortcoming

be it an enquiry of death or birth

be it a greeting missed  or mirth

could be an oversight or intentional

do not think it is irrational or rational

let you examine yourself thoroughly

then point your finger at others  firmly

without the self-analysis nothing turns

remember  that and go ahead without spurn

the newborn is innocent about that prevails

the dead have flown from these worldly travails

reminds me  of those who are alive  and lively

do at times keep away from each other knowingly

recall a forgotten one and make it  an issue knowingly

the same could be said of shortfalls

they are simple when reviewed not pitfalls

could not we who breathe live  in peace?

that would bring about benevolenceDo-not-strive-to-overcome-others-but-our-own-shortcomings. with please.