The days past bring memories nostalgic. 
Turning back is always symbolic.
The days of walk and run present a scenery
of speed and briskness resembling a reverie.
The years of learning and gaining knowledge
depict a planned lifestyle easy to acknowledge.
The period of raising a family and earning
puts forth a system that requires a lot of sharing.
The last days of retirement and solitude
proposes peace and tranquillity that melts down as attitude.
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Would They?
Fight for your rights goes the thought.
Fight for justice prompts the mind.
Fight for equality calls the experience.
Fight for truth is the much used slogan.
Well, would all these fights work out?
Would all these fights yield fruit?
Would they? Would they? is the query
that would remain unanswered for centuries.
Giving way to new things in a fest.
Giving chance to young at the best.
Giving place to new order in a test
So goes the world in a flow
as change brings in a result slow.
Leaving the old things behind.
Leaving the aged in the hind.
Leaving the old order away from the bind.
So goes the world in a flow
as old takes the back row.
Taking up enthusiasm as a cue.
Taking over by youth is true.
Taking in fresh air from the blue.
So goes the world in a flow
as novelty assumes a glow.
Brushing aside the experience as a yardstick.
Brushing aside the oldies as one with a walking stick.
Brushing aside the tested ideals like a prick.
So goes the world in a flow
as wisdom retreats with a bow.
Jealousy is an illness no doubt.
It is a mental addiction in a clout.
The mildest form reveals itself in a pout.
Shrugging the shoulders is a wee ahead of a bout.
The raised eyebrows twine up into a knotty flout
expressing a displeasure in a manner stout.
Jealousy springs up for no cause whatsoever.
It is an inspiration wrong however.
The feeling of envy is widespread all over.
The trace of it is found in kids little so ever.
Thick and dense it accumulates in the mind of grown ups in an over.
Love,business and politics effectively tumble over.
Races are destroyed by this lowly quality.
Nations war with each other in a note faulty.
Bloodshed and killing are found in enormity.
Peace walks out in distress from the locality.
Kindness and affection share a miss out due to this impetuosity.
All things negative build up because of this triviality.
A slight difference brings into force this yellowish attrition.
A marginal high up forces in a jarring distraction.
Envy tells history rattled many an empire to descend into the oblivion.
It has led to dethronement in successive attacks all to a dissolution.
Could this evil thought be plucked from the mind in total resolution.
Life would undergo an enhancement and bloom into an evergreen depiction.
It was a row
not among elders.
it was a tussle.
not among the parties.
It was a fight
not among the communities.
It was a quarrel
not among the sections.
It was an argument
not among the politicians.
it was a controversy,
almost among two of equal age.
It became heated in terms.
The heat turned unbearable.
It rose like a blazing fire.
Shouts in loud voice filled the air.
It drew lots around.
Old and young rushed to the spot.
The two were standing with faces red.
Gesticulating at each other in high temper.
The loveliest was saying
“I am four years old.
The other one was crying
“I am five years old”
The assertive one quipped
“Four is greater than five.”
The relatively bigger one
meekly refuted that five is bigger than four.
The smarter of the two stoutly denied
“ay you, four is greater than five.”
silencing the older one.
The five-year old walked down the lane
beaten by the four-year old.
Unobtrusively Darwin’s theory
“survival of the fittest”finds its way.
Had she be born in a different state.
Had not she been born in her community.
Had she been like her five siblings.
Had not she been soft by nature.
Had she been wedded into a reputed family.
Had not she been forced to come out of it by virtue.
Had she been a little authoritative and demanding.
Had not she been languishing in fear and trial.
Had she been firm and vociferous.
Had not she been accommodative and demur.
Had she been independent and strong.
Had not she been too much docile and friendly.
Had she been an active performer..
Had not she been a silent spectator.
Had she been decided on realising her ambition.
Had not she been too involved in raising her children.
Had she been successful in winning her share.
Had not she been crest fallen to have lost her rights
Had she been a hard nut to crack.
Had not she been flexible to the other’s call.
Had she been serious of her pursuits.
Had not she been thinking of her disputes .
She would have become a writer of standing.
She could have clinched many an award of fame.
It is had she been and had not she been in a Hamletian trace.
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Heavily made up in a glare
she walked with steps rare
Stitched with stones rare
her outfits presented a striking glare.
Decked with shining jewels rare
her posture reflected a shocking glare.
She was the epitome of snobbery in a glare.
Moving with frivolous fallacy a deviation rare.
Well, that has been her way of life for long.
Straddling with imperious affectation all along.
She spoke in a euphemistic tone almost like a song.
Uttering meaningless attributions without a wrong.
She behaved like a wanton child in the throng.
Exchanging silly words for nominal prong.
She was a synonym of vanity excessively strong.
One knows not where she belongs?
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Needless It Is
It was a tiring day.
getting up early in the day
to attend a wedding some 100 miles away,
while the hot penetrating sun’s ray,
pierces through the skin’s layer in a severe array,
causing a perspiration in a steady stay,
creating an unpleasant tedium in a sway,
yet had to mark the presence without delay,
otherwise it would lead to an unsolicited fray.
The move was gradual.
Things were at level.
It was time to revel.
There was a tumultuous arrival.
Much fanfare was seen in the appraisal.
It was a grand revival.
The introduction was an approval.
The course was absolutely referral.
It was nothing but crucial.
The enactment was graceful
The theme was paradoxical.
It was subtly satirical.
The trend was medieval.
Imitating the Chaucerian parable.
It was exorbitantly rhetorical.
Everything was in measured ritual
Nothing rushed to a heady trouble..
It was a tempered bubble.
Vampires existed in folk-lore.
They were depicted in tales of yore.
They created a bloody sore.
They sucked the blood to the core.
Mythology abounds with their horror portraits
Greeks and Romans spoke of their terror straight.
Christianity refers allegorically to their existence in trait.
Asians represent the being with hair hanging upright.
Vampires are no more myths in the real sense.
They are found almost in every place over the fence.
Oppression is a sign of drinking blood beyond the lens.
The powerful go about with unmindful impertinence.
The potent do play a havoc with rigour.
The cheats out beat them by their trigger.
Treachery is a connivance that creates a snigger.
Ruthlessness is an atrocity that condemns all others to a meagre.
There are innumerable sects of vampires in society.
As countless incidents contribute to their impropriety.
Folk-lore did not pass on anything without sobriety.
Nevertheless the stories of vampires kindle our anxiety.
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