Month: February 2016

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She Throws Everything Down.


She throws everything down

be it simple or delicate

could be  cheap or expensive

she throws them down.

 

She throws everything down

be it  soft or hard

could be  sophisticated  or crude

she throws them down.

 

She throws everything down

be it beautiful or ugly

could be grand or ordinary

she throws them down.

 

She throws everything down

on your face or on the chest

could be for a play not wanton

she throws them down.

 

She throws everything down

might hurt you once in a way

she being an one year old

she throws  things  down innocently.mp_baby_throw_things_fullnocent

 

 

 

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A Day Without A Write


Yesterday a day without a write

could not track anything in sight

totally took everything light

missed the usual flight

did everything with a respite

an unusual attitude  of slight

went away from the  path straight

took the easiest one in the right

not actually the way I do

yet yesterday passed so.

 

 

 

 

 

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The Year Of The Monkey


The monkey year

one of love and dear

without  economic cheer

 

 

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The Fire In Him


The  fire in him

could be an inspiration

much not of an agitation

carried  not by an incite

mostly by a  decide

placed him at the top

he was always one up

great he is with cheer

great he is being dear

well that could be his charisma

he being not an eniinspirationgma.

 

 

 

 

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The Perception


The  perception of each

could lead to a breach

one takes the best

the other the worst

all lies in the mind

not too much in the find

the revelation   significant

might turn insignificant

it is the time that counts

one hour  in the round

the perspective becomes invalid

give a gap to the whole thought

a finality would be sought

ignore the  thoughts adverse

they would certainly reverse

go in a positive line

you would end up fine.

 

 

 

 

 

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Fascinates Me


Narrate I my experience every day

share I my anguish  not all days

part with my happiness every day

the trivial I see is transcribed

the serious  is inscribed

exists  there no difference

small and big have no  inference

I write  elaborately what I face

diligently sketch them in a trace

add  a little colour and  imagination

to catch the reader’s  attention

know not whether I  succeed

but it fascinates me indeed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Glorious And Gracious.


It is fun to be with your children

they are like the flowers in the garden

one being different from the other

as the rose and dahlias rather.

 

A mother would rejoice their presence

her eyes would gleam with an essence

the joy of being together is  an exuberance

a period to be cherished with an indulgence.

 

She sits and recollects the  incidents of the past

they come in a row gradually not too fast

the pranks they played around her in their days

how she reprimanded them  in many ways.

 

Goes back even further to those days

the time she nursed them with grace

all come in  too many a  fantasy

her eyes turn moist she being not crazy.

 

The instincts of the mother fascinate

a feel of love with no other designate

the children are to her the life in all

as she forgets herself in the motherly call.

 

The flowers in the garden are so full of energy

they bloom and blossom with   a synergy

being with the children is glorious

looking at them with love is truly gracious.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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All Along.


Life less of activity

being mine for years

I like very much  brevity

hate very much the  tears .

 

I live  in my own way

being so all through

I wish to be gay

like to be always true.

 

I am an anachronism

could not tag with my kith

I feel they are away from realism

as they speak between their teeth.

 

I now and then talk about myself

a habit that I have imbibed

well, could be a reveal of my inner self

as it overwhelms I have to  circumscribe.

 

 

 

 

 

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I Am Trapped.


I am trapped

caught in  the ambush

had  always been careful

now missed it anyhow

being   a slip unexpected

my milk  placed on the wall

had been destroyed

nay not, I am wrong

it had fed a whole lot

the monkeys had their share

followed by the cats around

all had my milk to the brim

rejoiced and danced around

while I stood hapless

gosh! would be  no tea for me

all through the day.

 

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Not Being The One.


Not being the one in the fray

she kept herself away from the sway.

Not being one in the central stage

she stood away from the range.

Not being one in the  prime place

she  withdrew herself in phase.

Not being one in the front

she escaped from the brunt.

Not being one among the awardees

she was the one with no reward

that being her in a close

while this is what she chose.lonely-is-not-being-alone-but-its-the-feeling-that-no-one-cared.jpg