Month: March 2015

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apprehension idiom. Poetry

Butterflies In The Stomach


When I heard the idiom

butterflies in the stomach

I could not feel the tedium

the expression gets stuck

as I note butterflies  are beautiful

they fly all around with joy

suck the nectar full

could diagnose nothing coy

wonder why this idiom came into being

which spells  out fear and apprehension

butterflies are  lively beings

cause a lot of entertaining distractions

feel the tiny creatures are wrongly associated

with nervousness and uneasiness in a displeasebutterflies

well, this is my personal opinion not well designated

I could visualize you suppress a smile in a tease.

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humourous Poetry

The Red Letter Day


That day is a Red Letter Day
important in a way
great in a stay
not easy to play
more difficult to replay
it came in a sway
nay not in a day
in  an infinity as they say
all turned gay
to see the day
heldred letter day us in a bay
aptly called The Red Letter Day

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Poetry

Categorical


Categories and Tags 

make a post  very popular

not the content.categories and tags

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enticing Haiku Poetry

Rejuvenation


teacupA lovely teacup

with tea to the brim

looks extremely enticing

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Poetry

The Medallion


A medallion  could be

a decoration to see

honours who wears

a design to care

could be for bravery

also for  the integrity

might refer to discipline

an excellence of shine

military credentials in strength

academic   brilliance in depth

peace efforts a culmination

scientific research in improvisation

anyone who acquires medallion

feels not insecure

could hold hid head high

would not hide  in shy

a reward  very precious

an  award covetous

all try  hard towards

a fortunate few  go forward

the reach of the medallion is extensive

the pride it gives is intensive.

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melancholy Poetry

The Overflow


The water overflows

with a gushy force

inundates the land around

marshy becomes the surround

the dampness is so soggy

the feet becomes muddy

as we walk through the place

cautious of a fall in  case.

Melancholy sets in gradually

the heart pounds inordinately

could hear a sob intermittently

tears drop down slowly

the face turns puffy

heart-rending it is  totally

as we sit watch helplessly

know not how to stop. immediately.

Situations can be linked to nature

being a great healer

the overflows of the water and feelings

relate to each other without  readings

statistics and data do not  approve

they say it is but a falsity in proves

the parallels might be fictional

yet they have connections perennialwater fllods

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ambiguity Poetry

The Mirror


Her eyes  are expressive

speak volumes  and volumes

at times emit sadness

that tells stories

of the past and present

need not to hear words

the eyes do tell us

of the events that depressed

the tragedies all through

the struggles underwent

all are stored up in the eyes

that do shed a light

and oppress the heart

with an ambiguity incomprehensible

Well, eyes reflect the thoughts

they are lively and much sought

a part of the human system

very sharp and irreparable

as eyesight is essential

and eyes  do give out

the emulation of the mind

rightly called the mirror

comes out with an image

true to the self.mirror

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Haiku Poetry

Attitude


The graceful attitude

could be termed as beatitude

also as gratitude beatitude

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Language mother-tongue. Poetry

String of Three


English be not my mother tongue

the primary language I studied

along with my ancient mother tongue

with the flair for  both indeed

I pursued the study

reached the level of masters

not in both actually

English took me over faster came

came out with honours really

worked on my language Tamil too

it came naturally to me

a language with  intricacies not few

hard to get through in glee

French, a lovely tongue musical to the ears

was my second language in college

delighted to read the French literature  for years

these three had made me full fledged

know not how well I write in English,

nor do I know my status in Tamil

dare not I venture to write in French

this way my life goes in peace

stringed  with three languages in ease.string

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desire. Poetry

A Pause.


Nice of you to call me

I am in  an untold glee

want to talk to you

like to see you

a pull back I feel

holds me in a steal

it is hard to refrain

I know it is for a gain

so I patiently wait

hope to see you straight

the day is not far off

I  heartily laugh

Well, that way I reconcile

a pause with a style.pause