Category: Actions

Dreams Across.

Dream is a reality
in a far-fetched sense
calling for a creativity
with an attempt intense
going with it is an uncertainty
but an attempt hence
is no way a hindrance absolutely

Dream is a sketch of the mind
a plan imaginary
drawn in the broad canvas
not in paper bonded
but in the sheet of the mind
an alibi proposing a carry out
with no obstacles and hiccups.

Dreams lead to a progress
as the mind works out
both in sleep and while awake
drawing a modus operandi
as how to execute and how
to go forward in a form
appropriate and with relevance..

Tags dreams, inspire, plan, Poem, sketch

Actions Poem

<A little tadpole
came out of the hole
to take a dip in water.
It hopped and jumped
and knocked on a passerby
The tadpole ejected water
which got splashed on the man
Sensing a feel odd
the man shook his leg
The tadpole fell on the ground
tumbling in threes and fours.
In anger the man was
about to stamp on it
The little one moved fast
in an escape and fell
into a pothole of water.
The man cursing
went about his way
as his dress got wet.
and his day spoilt
As it goes the tadpole
signalled a bad omen
and the ugliness
invited a repulse
stirring an unpleasant outrage.

Tags Poem, repulsice., tadpole, ugliness

Actions blndness eyes. Poem

Bespectacled Boy

Under the street light
a boy was reading
wearing thick glasses
and torn trousers.
Straining his eyes
already bespectacled
he was memorizing
Peeping over in anxiety
found out finally
the name of the poem.
“On His Blindness” .
a sonnet that ends
“They also serve who only stand and wait”
a fitting tribute to both Bard and boy.

Tags blindness, eye sight, Milton, Poem, strain

Actions melodrama Poem

Melodrama

Post author By meenas17
Post date April 7, 2013
1 Comment on Melodrama

With a sweat on the brow
and a frown on the forehead
twitching the nose
and with the pout on the lips
straining the neck
and walking with a twist
a figure entered the portals

In a shrill cracking voice
raising it high
tempers getting crossed
yelled loud
gesturing with anger
made faces
enacted a melodrama
and walked out of the gate.

Why did she come?
What did she want to tell?
Knowing not the reason
of her anger
Unknowing the cause
for her entry.
I walked into the house.

Tags gate, house, melodrama, Poem, portals

Actions heritage Poem

Beyond The Bamboo

It is a bamboo basket
small and cute
set in yellow and red
a lovely blend
used in occasions auspicious
thought to bring wealth
prosperity and a lineage
by a small trading community
down south of India
known for its artefacts
and architecture
They live in sprawling mansions
with a modest appendage
saving and spending little
giving a part of their revenue
to temples and charity
a munificence little known.
The basket in talk
is one of their many
cherished handicrafts
simple and less expensive
while their gold, diamond
jewellery look amazing
their silver articles excel in
workmanship and beauty.
Like the basket ordinary
the people apparently are simple
soft and strong in accounts.
The rich heritage is
waning like the moon
where modern trend
has taken its toll

Tags bamboo, baske, community, modern, Munificence, Poem, toll, waning

Actions Poem

In The Midnight.

Waking up in the midnight
got up with a start right
memories kept flooding in
of times when my sons were in.

Their voice calling “mama”kept ringing.
Unknowingly went walking
to their rooms in search of them.
Unlocking ran in to see them.

None was there to greet me
Only the empty beds stared at me.
Just ran my fingers through their bed
held their pillows to the bosom with eyes red.

They live in countries across the continents.
Each one away from the other in a land distant.
Talking and seeing in Skype in an instant.
Well that is how it has been destined.

Brushing aside the tears with trembling hands
made my way back to my room in a tottering stand
slowly slipped on my bed completely devastated
straining to close my eyelids to a complete rest.

Tags bed, Empty, mama, midnight, Poem, staring

Actions Love

Man And Woman In Love.

Man and woman are in love.
Enraged you bellow
“who else would be in love?”
I say again “man and woman are in love”.

You turn your face in anger
I make my case stronger
by presenting a version shorter
as I find you patient no longer.

A twenty-two year old-young lass
is in love with a man eighty plus
She has fallen head over heels not less
the old man keeps aloof nevertheless.

The young woman pursues with fervour
finally wins over the man with amour
They tie the knot without glamour
giving rise to speculation and rumour.

You might feel a little awkward .
To me it is an amazing unite a bit untoward.
It might appear to be sensibly backward.
It is but the sensitivity of love in a forward.

Tags eighty, Love, Poem, twenty two

Actions Poem

A lady of No Rank

Talking of others was her pastime
getting into details was her life time
elaborating with exaggeration in no time
she made up stories of all time.

She was lady of no rank.
Seeing her would tank
the heart of many to a blank,
Yet she carried on with a crank.

Advancing in age she went about the same
not bothered about her diminishing fame
You would say does she have a name?
I say it is her habit nothing to blame.

Tags diminishing, Lady, pastime, Poem, talking

Actions Love Poem

The Mysterious Donor

Smiling the two-year old waved at everyone
She was relaxing in a pram soliciting one by one
She with rosy lips and dimple chin gestured
lovely, calling all to her.

A grand looking lady took her hand
she ran her fingers through the curly strand
carefully adjusted her slipping band
placed a gift and walked away .

The mother saw the gift expensive.
wanting to know the giver she sat down pensive.
The little one played happily with the toy
unaware of her mother’s turmoil.

Pushing the pram she moved through the crowd
disturbed she walked slowly mumbling loud .
putting things together she was able to unravel the mystery
The donor was none other than her estranged mother.

Tags baby, cordial, estranged, gestured, Poem

Actions Love Poem

Circumscribing Love.

Love takes everyone by its passion.
Talking about love is a fashion
as love is a theme of fusion
where two beings get together without reason.

The physical love is extraneous
focusing on the sensuous
pitching on the amorous
prolonging on the romance arduous.

Writings on love get famous
as they are most populous
presenting a subject glamorous
enjoyed by young and old as delicious.

Love is circumscribed thus
into a narrow fold of buzz
where man and woman do guess
speaking out sweet nothings in a dialect less.

Love extends beyond the body
as it stretches towards things more hardy
like that of affection, interest, patriotism in brands handy
It has no boundaries as it sets itself on aspects trendy