humble Life Poetry

The Way He Flew—-Abdul Kalam

The island breathes proud of her son

the waves speak of his glory

the ocean heaves up and down not for fun

it mumbles with tales of hoary

the small boy with very little means

rose up beyond words

learning was his only asset by all means

wisdom took him above the world

showed no inhibitions whatsoever

Abdul kalamhumility was his wealth

children were the apple of his eyes ever

simplicity  was his strength

work was his  way of life and spirit

one day he went up the hills in the North East

addressed a gathering of students with intensity

the initial words came at their best

Lo! silence overtook him with great density

Abdul Kalam flew away with his “Wings of Fire” in earnest

he, much against his nature, has finally succumbed to rest.

Poetry quiet. silent through

Through And True.

Long time ago  I was always quiet

silent all through

the events   that were enough to bite

literally I mean them true

never did trigger nor agitate

kept me complacent through

I  was  perhaps a senseless person in straight

you might conclude  in true

I lived all through my younger days like a puppet

nodding my head all through

a time came I tore myself with the toughest

jumped into the cesspool true

I fumed and frothed, heaved and sighed

struck with force all through

I look different all with anger in the wilderness

a turned self very true.true

clouds depressed ease Poetry

An Obsession.

Had been so much obsessed

very much into it

always in the thought depressed

could not get away from it

yet had to sustain in a way

passed the days somehow

realized it is not the end  anyway

picked up courage anyhow

drove the clouds from the mind

turned lively once again

the news all is well without any bind

came with a propitious gain

Well. that is a great relief, heaven forbid

that obsessions eased my tensions in  a relaxed bid.

Poetry pretension provoke

Evoking A provoke.

Having said that  in a wicked tone

she bit her lips

a repentance  could be that one

for what had slipped

the remorse if be genuine

would turn her new

knowing her ingenuity

she would for days few

act and pretend to evoke

the sympathy profusely

would again resort to a provoke

leading to an unpleasantness  effusively

that has been her way all though

a pretension in the strand untrue.29552076-biting-her-red-lips-teeth

affection Poetry

The Love And Affection

The love and affection

knows no proportion

it goes in a notion

throughout with no friction

once it faces an interruption

it stumbles with a dissolution

it falls and fails without resolution

there endPoem, love the love and affection.Love-and-affection

admire detest dislike. hope fame like Poetry

The Positive And Negative.

A day with plenty of sunshine

 could be a boon and a bane

a pleasure to have a pleasant shine

a scorching shine could become a strain

there are likewise two effects to all

 one adorable and another detestable

 the admiration keeps you lovely in all

 the dislike repels you in all possibility

 that be the lesson you learn in short

 the positives and negatives fuse

 at times you go up in the loft

 at others you get diffused

 never give up your hope all the same

 as that would pressure  you up  to become tame.positive or negative

bash. dash Poetry signal

The Alarm

It is  a signal

could be a warning

an alarm bell

a way of cautioning

comes  unexpected

with a sudden bash

travels rather refracted

exciting a dash

the way it strikes

could be a threat

the play it likes

would be a beat.alarm bell

complicated Poetry straightforward

Thè Result

If straightforward

go forward

if complicated

get not inflated

a move  right

could make you bright

gather your strength

cover the length

the light would be there

embark with care

success is yours

a way in course.

eternity Poetry speed wind

Into Eternity

I fly up

soar do I

with a speed

not even sound

could overcome

I gather strength

gain I momentum

up I go

piercing through

like a wind

gently pass

rather merge

into eternity.


The Tournament.

Going across the bridge

not in a hurry

saw a small ridge

something to worry

stopped awhile

deliberated  for a moment

crossed without a trial

well, has won the tournament.