Being a stitch
much needed at the moment
it saved from shame.
Being a stitch
sewed at the brink of time
rescued from disgrace.
Could be a simple stitch
a joining of two ends
did not allow any loose ends.
Month: May 2016
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The Way He Speaks.
Speaks with a knowledge
if in a subject
I would acknowledge .
Speaks with an air
if in a single issue
it would be fair.
Speaks with pride
if in an individual matter
I would go for the ride.
Speaks not with shame
if in a simple one
I would remain tame.
Speaks he with arrogance
almost everywhere
I throw him out in irreverence.
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Refurbishing
I am refurbishing
redoing all my poems
honing and polishing
what all I have written
could go through a process
where repetition and corrections
would stretch too far
creating a sensation of monotony
I wrote my poems as it came to my mind
most are raw straight from the heart
underwent no dressing, no arrangements
a random write in a rambling
the process has started
bear with me all through.
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Fall from Sanity
Longtime it was, I remember
lived in a place without any tremor
I chose the place in the surround
where there was no inhabitation in and around
I had the eternity all to myself.
I could hear the wind blow
swishing sounds in the flow
heard the birds chatter and tweet
woke me up early with their beats
no noise whatsoever unrhythmical.
This could not be long in the days
came developments in a chase
houses came in different phases
low, middle, and high income in a pace
I sit amidst a township now.
Feel jostled and disturbed in the run
I contemplate on the turn
shift, should I to some other place
if there be an exodus soon in case
where to go? I stroke my forehead.
Whatever I attempt it turns opposite
to fund a new purchase have to break the deposit
I knit my eyebrows in a deliberate
nothing strikes me straight
I could not sit in peace for long.
As I brood over the situation
I am woken up by the distractions
the traffic on the road and the loud honking
thwarted my peace instigating
a fall from the level of sanity for a while.
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Roadsides and Waysides
Grass grows
on roadsides
on all waysides
needs little water
grows in abundance
green and lush .
Over and above
it looks lovely
when manicured
the roadsides
and waysides
have a dignity.
It is mere grass
treat not always
with contempt
adds
to the roadsides
and waysides
absolute charm.
Reblogged from poesyon.blogspot.com
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Fire, Floods and Quakes.
Nature’s fury
as seen in every
fire, floods, and quakes
all not moderate takes
they show an excessive
be it fire it is incisive
the case of floods it is a deluge
quakes being a devastation huge
what could be the reason?
one says it is a vengeance
nature turns on with a resurgence
another attributes to the end of the world
recaptures the “Noah of Arc” in words
the beliefs are too many to contest
have to address the issue in just
would we do it in earnest?
well, that becomes a difficult test.
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Catastrophic –Fort McMurray
The fire in Fort Mc Murray
a disaster in a way
the fire raged high and low
devouring what came into its flow
the temperature ran high
the winds blew with a sigh
the trees burnt in a glow
the houses were charred in a blow
the roofs came down
the whole place turned a grisly brown
the evacuation could not be fast
as the traffic got choked in a cast
all cars went in one direction
the children clamoured in a dereliction
it was beyond human control
the fire rages still high and bold.
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A Strive — Change I Did Not Expect.
To be far away from home
for part of the year
to be at my home
for part of the year
a sojourn I meticulously keep
never partial or show favouritism
to my home of love in any way
else to another being the place of earning
I go about with a call in mind
that I have to slog for my bread
I could afford to come back for a month or two
nestle lovingly in my home of years
with all the fanfare alive and active
my staff around carrying out the errands
alas!could last only for few months
back I am in the place of occupation
my back is strained to the most
as I do all the chores from A to Z
well, this has been my lifestyle
now for a decade or so in the run
as age catches up one has to relax
being the other way round I strive
as I advance in years I struggle
cannot blame anyone for the change
what has to happen will happen
I take the cue from Bhagavad Gita.
OM.
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An Aunt of Mine
An aunt of mine
used to tell me fine
she would say If I die
none would cry
does not matter
it would not shatter
as I lie dead
on my cosy bed
I cannot open my eyes
to see those nice
who shed tears
nor I have the fears
to watch those in state
who remain unabated
I would have traveled miles across
only my body lies in a pause.
I did not take it seriously then
now I track the anecdote often
how worldly wise she had been
with a wisdom and insight keen.
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Harsh Summer.
Hot , hotter and hottest
obsessed I with heat
day by day the heat increases
never does it go down
perspiration, sweat and fatigue
overcomes with a force
thirst, thirst unquenchable thirst
overwhelms in all
unable to appease it
with litres of water and juices
not able to venture out
unable to sit locked in the house
unbearable it becomes all the more
questionable to the sustenance?
how am I to endure the rest of summer
so hot and so cruel being against all norms.
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