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My Own Little Town


I had been to a town
very simple in tone
 had no fan fare whatsoever
 small  and beautiful as ever.
It had all the comforts dainty
 shops and temples in plenty
parks and play areas were  many
sophistication not so  any.
The people were simple and smart
 went  with their work as if in a chart
bothered not about cast or creed
 never one felt high of his breed.
The town being a quiet one
 proposes to have a lot of fun
music and dance  being the way of life
 the geniality felt was beyond any  strife.
Never could one see such a town
 perhaps  had an opportunity of my own
 nay I do not want to fool you more a time
 came in my dreams not once but many a time.
It was my  thoughts that created it
 if real could be one of a great hit
if it turns out to be true by grace
would turn out to be a lovely place

 

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Long It Seems To Be.


Long it seems to be

the days and nights go  with it

the heaves and sighs combine with it

so do the laughter and smile intertwine.

 

Long it seems to be

the years and age go with it

the wrinkles and grey hair conjoin with it

so do the wisdom and experience interlock.

 

 

Long it seems to be

the ideas and ideals go with it

the thoughts and dreams relate with it

so do the focus and execution  intermingle.

 

 

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A Splendour Every Year.


The first day of the month “thai”

how it is called in Tamil  with  love

comes in mid January

a festival called Pongal

being a thanksgiving to God

being celebrated with splendour

all throughout by the Tamils .

 

A beautiful concept as seen

wherein the harvest being over

new rice  being brought in

an iron or a mud stove

and mud or metallic pots

adorned and  sketched

with fastidious colours .

 

The images of leaves and flowers

drawn with such artistic instincts

while the floor shines with an ethnic print

which holds the rice powder as a base

around the pots are tied the rice stalk

mango leaves  and  turmeric stalks

add to the charm of the festival.

 

The family gathers around   the stove

the conch is blown  a sign to start

the lady of thee house comes forth

dressed up in  a sari bright and new

with flowers around her hair

she places the pot on the stove

much to the cheer of the family.

 

The celebration progresses

as fresh milk is poured in to the pot

then the rice drained water is  poured

till the brim of the pot

the firewood flames with a glow

the milk and water starts t boil

with the acceleration of heat.

 

The milk boils over  slowly and steadily

being a sign of prosperity

the whole family stand there with a wait

pleased to see the milk boil with a force

rice is added in small measures

followed by jaggery, ghee and coconut flakes

along with cashew and raisins .

 

That being the pass over

the family then gathers around again

prays to the almighty with a fervour

a request is put forward earnestly

as to have continuous prosperity

all throughout  the year  and in future

so much so the festival passes peacefully.50ec717de383a01082013132029

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My Happiness Overwhelms


A child’s smile is like a flower  in full bloom

its babble resounds  a nightingale’s song

its walk resembles a peacock dance

my happiness overwhelms  child's smile

when I see a child.

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Eloquence


Eloquent one could be

an intimacy holds the swing

spontaneity  there could be

an inspiration takes off in wings.

 

The intensity creates  the eloquence

the liveliest shoots up with an impulse

there could be no sequence

would  never induct a repulse.

 

The  non stop  free flowing  account

loaded with anecdotes and incidents

could ensure a grand delivery with no discount

a gripping tale holds all with no resent .

 

Eloquence is inborn and a gift  beautiful

not all are silver tongued and  craftsman great

shows up in itself from persons wonderful

an impression of wisdom and knowledge great

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Gathering The Wool


Gathering the wool

picking up the strings

tying up the knots

goes to make up a story.

 

The nose for news

the knack  to write them out

the twist to the plot

go to make up a story.

 

The brewing of thoughts

the linking of idealism

entwining them together

go to make up a story.

 

The loop holes in a few

the loose ends  in between

being checked and  edited

go to make up the story.

 

Could this be a teach to write?

nay not it is from a novice

who is learning hard to publish

with a  lot of difficulty in  the stride.

 

 

 

 

 

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Not A Man Of Character.


Not a man of character

nor a man of charisma

he lives in his place

with little money in hold.

 

Not that he knows much

not that he is learned great

he lives in his place

with few friends around.

 

He speaks not sense

nor understands anything intense

he lives in his place

for years together all round.

 

He lives not on his own

not that he has  one to claim

he  lives in a  family home

occupies fully with no concern whatsoever.

 

He is not one who bothers

not that he understands other’s inconvenience

he continues on his own way

thinks he is one of a great mind unlikely all the more.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Not That I Am


Not that I  withdraw

it is the most I do not want

being one of a puzzled draw

I keep myself away from the haunt.

 

Not that I wish not to see the one

it is the most I do in a shun

being one of a dislike of the one

I keep myself from the turn.

 

Not that I detest seeing the one in deal

it is the most  I wish not set my eyes

being one of a nauseating feel

I keep myself from the ties .

 

Not that I run away from the one  in all

it is the most I call it enough is enough

being one of a horrendous experience in call

I keep myself from the one being a   detestable buff.

 

Not that I cannot eliminate him in full

it is the most I would like to do

being one of a treason  in the pull

I keep myself from  indulging  in doing so.

 

 

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The Girl Looks Like A Picture.


sketch_of_girl_sitting_alone_by_hawwyyy-d6a1y1cI see her sitting all alone

she is a bag of bone

sullen and solemn she is

know not from where she is

 

She sits there for a long time

I could hear the church bells chime

motionless she is like a statue

perplexing she is to view.

 

She looks like a picture beautiful

her features drawn like and wonderful

there I could see a sadness writ in all

perhaps she had escaped a fall.

 

By fall, I mean, anything not literally

could be one of a turmoil psychologically

the painting as she resembles unassumingly

would blow up the hearts of men intimately.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Intention To Help


An intention to help

a thought of kindness

could be misconstrued

as an indulgence uncalled

leaving the good heart

disillusioned and disappointed .

 

Go with an open hand

with an equally open heart

say the wise and experienced

easy to say than be done

sanguine be the face

yet the heart bleeds.

 

Kindness when  misunderstood

makes  one wary  and cautious

there goes the saying in Tamil

“பாத்திரம்  அறிந்து பிச்சைப் போடு”

know the situation and render help

an apt adage for philanthropy Good_Intentions_by_Scruggs