Monthly Archives: September 2019

Untenable


Hurt and pain deters me.
Have a body and mind
sensitive to the core.

A small prick, one like
the thorny thistle
leaves me sore.

A simple gesture,a sly
smile or a wink
lets me humiliated.

Experiencing the discomfort
without a revelation
is my strength.

My uneasiness remains
invisible to others.
The best of my weakness.

Those others
consider I am thick skinned
continue their chastisement.

Broken I am,
helpless I stay
with untold bruise.

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A Twist To The Tale


Being a kind of division
one of properties
where the lands
go through a trisection
looks like long tails.

It has to happen
as the majority
could not find a way proper
the remaining one being
a minority has to accept.

The division being over
comes the difficulties
one after another,
that being very practical
of management in general.

Resigning to the facts
the lone share holder
works the means
for a smooth transition
well aware of the expenses.

Taking possession
the major holders
go ahead to negotiate
sale of the lands
a twist to the tale.

Hearing about the incident
I sense a behaviour
quite strange. Why did
they fight all these years?
and spend hundred thousands.

Bewildering as always!

On The shelves


lie my literature
books.perfectly bounded
neatly covered in
brown.

They are my proud
possession, been
with me for years
right from my
college days,

Those days,
how I read line by line
the poems and dramas.
how much I enjoyed,
how well I performed,

History Of English Literature
a wholesome edition,
a bit of a drab, one of facts
posed a challenge, had to go through
with effort to sit for examinations.

As I turn the pages
I go back to my classrooms.
the voice of my professor
reading the play
“AS You Like It” lingers.

It being one of the comedies
of Shakespeare, excites
bears lot of fun,.The professor
becomes involved, thinks herself
as Rosalind, she goes into a frenzy.

As memories crowd ,
I keep back the books
again in order. Might be,
the next time, I reach out
I should spend little more time.

Ah! the good old days.

Not By Either Means


One of a day
without events ,
a kind of a drab,
I see the skies.

They look different,
the bluish tinge
is lost it is dirty brown,
expresses no moves.

Being a rare
phenomenon, I squeeze
my eyes , ponder deep.
scan through the vastness.

Unable to trace
any life factor,
I go through the
weather bulletins.

It reads,there prevails,
a haze. The smoke
from the neighbouring
country encircles.

The way it goes ,
none can stop
either means
by weapons or bilateral talks.

Heaven And Earth Together


quite unusual.

Looks as though heaven
has become another habitation.

where the good and the bad
exist in a dynamic flow.

In days of old the heaven
held only the righteous,

They are not to be seen
so Heaven opens the gates to all.

In the midst, the place of glory
turns into one of condemnation.

allowing the unscrupulous
to reside with no fear.

It remains a congregation
where vice and folly converge,

leaving the few of the standardized
men to cope with the anarchy.

Dreams


I dream often
in the nights
while I sleep sound.
I do have such fantasy
while I remain
wide awake in the
mornings.

None of them
have come true.
I hear many have
realized their dreams .
One of my relatives
interprets with precision
each one’s.

I do not wish
to disclose those
of mine to her
as they belong to me
I am possessive
to the core.
I keep them
within me.

The kinds of
dreams are
too many,
They harp on
joy, harbour
fear, castings
of sorrow
overcome.

Some stay in mind,
most fade soon
without registering.
Dreams are simple
being the outcome
of repeated thoughts
that come with no evidence.

None Care About


Transparency is an ideology ,
the most required one
being very hard to find
the world being
filled with untruth
fraudulence.

Frankness, is idiosyncratic.,
a rarity as the teeming
population are deceitful,
masquerade and act
like one who is most
innocent and an
epitome of all goodness.

Possessing these two
are virtuous but disallow
fame and prosperity.
Few accept these
the rest pay no attention.
Ideologies never
earn a reward.