Being a design
intricacy and floral in a twine
beautiful in line.
Beautiful it is
colourful and amazing it is
a heavenly bliss.
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Month: January 2016
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Being One Of Bounteous Love.
The year that is past
has been very fast
the year began with a halo
exposing a tumult in a bellow.
Much of the politics did gather
crowd up in a clamour rather
the one claims the unattainable
the other talks of the unreachable.
The year that was had so much of the unrealistic
an expectation with a lot off glitch turned static
the governance in the center and the state
was the old wine in a new bottle nothing beyond the rate.
Not much happened last year at any front
economics looked like an holocaust in trend
inflation was at the highest at all point
onions and grocery rapidly rose to the joint.
The Modi formula did not work any magic
it waned into another gimmick
the Raghuram Rajan hypothesis showed caution
brought no impetus to production.
The theorem and the rider did prove in theory
abstract could be they in a dreary
the virtual could not catch up with the formulae largely
the functionality remained undefined inordinately.
The congressional dilemma seen greatly in the parliament
obstructing each and every agenda no matter how imminent
their strength in the Rajya Sabha became a tool
by which the people were made fools.
Notwithstanding the administrative defaults
the opposition and the ruling made somersaults
one blames the other for its inadequacy
whereas the country is spurned by the indecency.
2015 saw many disasters worldwide being unimaginable
could we think of the migratory issues in a degree plausible?
could we talk of the firing in Paris with delicacy?
or see the shootings in U.S with a placidity?
I woke with a fear in my heart almost everyday
what would and could happen this day being today?
being the surmount in my mind all through the year
never did I sleep in peace all the days, my dear.
These could be said of my country and the world
what did take place in my home swear by my word
was it anyway better than the national and international?
the home being a nucleus of both the levels.
The noncooperation among the family members surfaced
it took a momentum and faded in a manner phased
the turmoil was enough to kindle and rekindle my anger
I had a tough time and looked daggers.
The colleagues or my staff for that matter
had involved in a banter
engaged in a tease and a poke causing exhaustion
I threw my towels in exasperation.
The year saw all these in a largesse
it also had incidents that lock a caress
being one of an addition to the family
that of a lovely girl who smiles affably.
The birth of the little girl at the beginning of the year
the innocent toothless smile she displays is so dear
the feel when I hold her close to my bosom
relieves me of the tension and issues cumbersome.
Seeing her grow up throughout the twelve months
the way she turned back and front in her third month
the effort she put up to sit steady in the months later
the words she spoke with a mimic in her incessant chatter
all leads one to the next year with bounteous love .
- “I’m sharing my #TalesOf2015 with BlogAdda
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The Place I Live.
The sun is all through
not in the day alone
find it in night all through
hiding behind a veil of darkness.
Experience no breeze whatsoever
it is only the sun shine all over
where to turn for solace?
finally feel lost in the race.
It is a breathe of hot air
the in and out being a care
breathe in with a spasm of heat
breathe out with a lot of beat.
It is an early summer
none asked for it rather
it lands on its own like a fire
a ball of flames seen through the shire.
If it continues so then there is a catastrophe
a sure one in the nearest area in totality
how one is going to cope up is beyond comprehension
a sure struggle is in the offing best of reason.
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A Cup Of Tea.
It is a cup of tea
over which I see
a lot of history
being the cup
how it came up
so beautifully made up
comes then the saucer below
being a lively one in a glow
holds the cup with a bow
the tea in it so hot
poured from a pot
brewing the tea leaves in short
likewise the milk from the cow
sucked out from its blood in a flow
pure white and snow like in hue
boiled to the temperature set
rises up like a cloud in an intersect
added with sugar be that white too
mixed in proportions rightful
the sip turns nostalgic and wonderful
the tongue laps it all around in a mouthful
the tea invigorates the body and mind with a heal
well, I drink my tea early in the morning with a feel.
The year that was
gives rise to a cause
being one of disasters many
man made mostly
blame we the nature
as if it has lost its composure.
Greed of man as talked by all
has brought this fall
the incidents of the Chennai floods
drains one’s blood
the horror still looms in the mind
a tragedy in a kind.
Water bodies turn overnight
become plots and site
portioned and sold as fast
buildings come up faster
not single story house as in the past
multi stories in a concrete cast.
Men swarm like bees in a move
buy the apartments in fool proof
settle with such a haste and hurry
as if there exists nothing else to worry
live in a pigeon’s hole as most are
happily in lands very much far.
The land being an erstwhile estuary
has a soil clayey and marshy
the buildings seem to crack quick
a gap which could allow a stick
the soil pulls the skyscrapers down
the dwellers start to mumble and frown.
Then comes the unprecedented rains
sweeping through the men against their brains
it pours day and night with such velocity
the administration opens the catchments noiselessly
the water gushes out in such speed
devouring the land and man with such greed.
A hue and a cry hit the sky
the rain non stop pours without any deny
the water starved Chennai is inundated
its people cry for mercy being devastated
the governance sits back in the seat
it is the kindred spirit that jumps out upbeat.
Who is to be blamed ? you and I ask
it is you and I beyond all task
you and I voted in the elections
you and I opted to buy for reasons
you and I let go the rules ignored
you and I are squarely to be blamed.
Leave the year 2015 to the annals of history
Let the year 2016 be an year that could make history
Let us all take a vow to honour Nature
Let us all respect her stature
With these resolutions let us greet 2016
the year inherent with the qualities of sweet 16.
I’m sharing my #TalesOf2015 with BlogAdda
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A Resurrection
It is a resurrection
coming out from the dense
had been in the dark for no reason
forced to erupt with an intense.
She has been always quiet
silent be the byword for her nature
warm and cordial in her trait
a genial person with characteristic features.
Her eyes are big and lively
deep set with a curious look
a twinge of smile is visible mostly
respect she commands in her books.
I know her from her birth
been a spectator all along
born amongst siblings who hold your breath
audacity being their virtue for long.
A different individual she be from the crowd
many mistake her silence for pride
proud she is in her way as she never bowed
equanimity be her valour as she never took sides.
Hard to find such a human in this society
where deceit and conceit abound
she had to come out of her confines due to necessity
as of now she has kept her foes well in bound.
Gossips and rumours loom large about her
questioning her moves physical and legal
has to keep them confidential not for her
but for her progeny who bank on her in all levels.
That much for the one whom I know
many turn to her for advice in the go
none stand up to her in times of woe
she goes with a smile and keeps her profile low.
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The Glowworm
Being a glowworm
glows all the time in term
sends light with a twinkle
beautiful to see it fly in the dark.
Had been my pastime in my school days
I used to go about in a chase
caught the worm and locked it in a case
when everyone went to sleep
opened it to see the worm glow.
The light it emitted was in tri colours
orange, green and red multicoloured
opened with a hope it would be green
lo! it happened to be red in a sheen
the way I was tricked by the worm in captive.
I left a piece of grass for it to eat
went to sleep with a feel upbeat
in between got up to find the worm intact
the night passed on with sleep not intact
the glowworm caught my fancy for long.
Be the plays of children in their days
might seem insignificant to the rest in ways
they carry a sensitivity so close to the child’s heart
never would she be able to forget the cast
like the glowworm which held me in a trance.
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The Sun Around You.
With the sun almost around you
not warm as it usually is
scorching and burning all through
no way to escape as it is
it chases you wherever you go
be it in your bedroom
it follows you in a row
go into your living room
it shines through the window
once you pull the blinds down
it squeezes through the openings
in a short while you would turn brown
well, that way be the happenings
congested and confined under the sun’s rays.
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Meaningful
Short and sweet
meaningful and filled with tweets
brevity being wit,
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Long Did I Know.
Long did I know
being that a show
perpetuated by a flow
perpetuated by a blow
rose up in slow
be there in a row
waiting for the foe
who being an innocent doe
walked up with a bow
that be the opportunity in toe
was trapped on the go
could have been beheaded lo !
escaped narrowly in a fraction Oh!
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