Nothing much to be seen
nothing much to be dreamed
nothing much in the plight
nothing much to view in sight
nothing much remains to work
nothing much stays to hook
so saying there is nothing much
let us go about as such.
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Month: November 2015
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In The woods.
In the woods
alone in search of twigs
gathered all quick.
Gathered the twigs
lay scattered in the woods
required for firewood.
Requirement for firewood
in the days of electric
turn to the basic.
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Be A Liar.
It is a folly to be true
lies should be there in blue
the world goes by the word
nay, now I see many swords
not the actual be they the guns
firing and shooting not in one
they go about in a spree
almost in any place free
what for none know
why for nothing to show
it happens all of a sudden
innocence becomes a burden
going back to the beginning
truthful is a sin with a digging
say lies as much as possible
leads you to be plausible
such truth is not to be entertained
has to be all the more detained
being a liar would make you a player
not of small means but of great magnitude.
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Day In And Day Out
The day starts with a rain
as it pours without a feign
continuous and steadfast it rains
never could see it gain
the afternoon sees a weather humid
the temperature becomes tepid
perspiration is almost rapid
never could trace anything fluid
the evening the warmth decreases
the coolness sets with an increase
the balmy winds blow as a breeze
could never lead to a freeze
the night is significantly cold
could not move out bold
as the dark is dense in a fold
have to wait till the morning in hold
thus the day passes all in a way
day in day out this could be the way.
The vessels small and big
given as gifts in a way
know not where to store
would not be of use
as they increase with the days
if refused would seem not proper
would deem it to be disrespectful
if accepted have to pile up one over
a way to keep them away
has to be thought of
the best is to stop gifting
a decision of great consideration
benefit the receiver and the giver
as the giver would be saved of an expense
unwanted and unsolicited .
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The Bees Buzz
The bees go around
seek the flowers
colourful and lively
with nectar in an ooze
sit on them for a while
suck with no guile
harm not the flower
nor destroy its glow
do it with such tact
the flower stays fresh
filled up with the honey
the bees buzz around
go back to the hornet
where the process takes place
a subtle manufacturing effort
gay and succulent in the course
a preamble to man made units
that go about in a din
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The Shoe Flower
The shoe flower or hibiscus
has shades of colours
red being the usual one
pink, yellow, white and others
abound in their beauty all the more
with the red growing almost everywhere
with a fecundity in all strength
the twos and fives and even tens
seen in every plant as of all
give a colourful variance to the eyes
as they blossom with a charm
bright and lovely they appear
the beauty being they last a day
the next day droop and fall
enunciate the transitoriness of life
the shoe flower does that with an emphasis
a quickened flowering and shortened life.
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Meaningless I Write
Meaningless I write
never i go back
or do i read again.
Meaningless I write
what comes to my mind
or that comes out spontaneous.
Meaningless I write
what I feel to write
or that strikes me then.
Meaningless I write
with no thoughts
or no ideas whatsoever.
Meaningless I write
with a wish to write
or a love to write .
meaningless it is
all that I write
or all that i put forth.
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It Is Away
It is away
the mind is far away
into the wave.
Into the wave
the mind gets into the wave
though far away.
Though far away
the mind distances from away
passing through the wave.
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My Adventure With The Squirrel.
A squirrel in my house
makes me grouse
she is there all the time
never once she moves out in time.
One day I see her in the garden
playing without a burden
the other day I see her in my stair case
running up and down not in a phase.
I went up to drive her out
she escaped and jumped out
I came down to find her
I could only identify her bushy fur.
I locked all my doors tight
she came through the windows opened slight
I closed the windows and bolted them
hope not she enters through any of them.
Not an hour has passed in quietness
I heard a rattle from the wilderness
I alighted from my chair in a hurry
just in time to see her scurry.
What am I to do ?to keep her off
not one of my collections are let off
either I see her nest in a corner
or herself in a place busy near the warmer.
The little squirrel has taken my energy
right from the days of yore with its synergy
still I am finding ways to get rid off her
am sure she would bid good riddance to me with cheer.
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