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The House That Would Be


corridorsmother of pearlA spacious house it would be
if designed with an eye on an alibi
of halls opening into corridors
of long passages with massive doors
in turn letting to a vivid grass
where long stretch of rose beds cross
rooms with windows on opposite sides
promoting ventilation without any slide
holding furnitures of teak and rosewood
decked with inlays of mother of pearl in a brood
While the doors execute a chaste reference
the windows induct a brisk inference.
as the walls stand out with murals
of value and tradition describing the medieval
fittings of light exude a warmth and rectitude
adding up the grace and glory with a beautiful. attitude.

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A Stony Talk.


bones and nervesstones and bricksThe stones and bricks are not lifeless as they seem.
They know much more than we comprehend in a seam.
They have witnessed many a quarrel and in fight of the team.
They have enjoyed the happiness and pleasure in a gleam.

The thought brings to mind the functions of bones and nerves.
The bones give shape to the Man’s curves
The nerves sustain his laborious serves.
Both give him facilities more than he deserves.

The stones brave the wind and weather.
They withstand with a spirit dying never.
The bricks deliver a sustenance forever.
Both together propose a structural grandeur.

The loud laughter penetrates through the stones.
The tearful cries strike the bricks in a repeated hone.
Mirth knocks the doors not alone.
Sorrow crosses the porch in a subdued tone.

The stones chuckle sonorously when they are disturbed terribly.
The bricks rattle fiercely when the wind blows rudely
They cause a furore in the dim night endlessly.
They shudder mildly in the starless darkness dolefully.

Never shun the stones of a house as lifeless.
Never condemn bricks of a house as useless.
They have recorded messages countless.
They have staged dramatic episodes nevertheless

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Inlays And Designs.


inlays and designs are embellishments in art.

They expose a fabulous creativity

Pillars and portraits excel in intrinsic style.

They look gorgeous with beautiful inlays.

 

Frills and frescoes are blemish in talk.

They broadcast an artificial  snobbery.

Talk and eloquence  depict an ingenuity.

They sound bombastic with loud exaggerations.

 

 Delicate inlays are lovely designs.

They enumerate the artisan’s profound  skill.

They are a gorgeous treat to the eyes.

Lending an exuberance to  architecture.

 

 Clandestine frills are negative designs.

They promote an added incredibility.

They lie heavily on the audience patience.

Extending a superficiality to the oration.

 

The inlays and frills are deciphered diferently.

Rendering an impressive perception to the  structural ambience,

Offering an artificial indulgence to the oral narration.

 Well! that is how the presentation carries across.

 

 

 

 

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Grass Grows


The stretch of grass over there,

Beautifully cut  and tended with care,

Where the sparrows descend in pair,

Chirping and chattering in a lovely fair.

 

Grass grows say some with disdain,

They know not the pleasure we gain,

Speak lowly of Nature’s fine  train,

Unaware that the grass looks like a shrine.

 

The tired eyes see  structures of concrete,

Massive and monstrous revealing a mistreat,

Sending a sensation of nauseated beat,

Signalling a direction of regretful greet.

 

The greenish hue  amidst the concrete jungle  is invisible

Stones and mortar have overwhelmed the  preamble,

The artificial  landscape is but a poor cousin to natural ramble,

Letting out a desolate morbidity in a shamble.

 

Yet grass grows in whatever space possible,

Only to be uprooted to make way for skyscrapers reliable,

Sealing the fate of the environment to a trouble,

Ensuing a crash of the equilibrium in a loud decibel

 

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Ode To Chettinad


It is  a grand place forsaken ,

Countered by hot and arid weather,

A glimpse of the ruins lying in mounds,

Grips the heart to an untold  melancholic sound..

 

 

The ornate and frescoes lay exposed, 

Scorching sun and dusty wind damage,

Intermittent rains and unmindful use destroy,

The massive structures look weird and poor like a broken toy.

 

 

The lovely porches and patios,

Once avenues of hospitality and gaiety

Stand  as remnants of past glory,

Covered with mites and  insects in a hurry.

 

 

The courtyards long and extensive,

Once a hotspot of revelry and weddings,

Remain as ghosts of their  self in hay days,

Encouraging a growth of moss and shrubs in a lay.

 

 

The doors with elaborate designs,

Speak volumes of the happenings  ,

Now stay shut under lock and key,

Effacing the memories of the mighty deed in a flee.

 

The huge heavy gigantic keys,

Made a clatter   while opening the doors,

Now rarely seen as there are none,

Wishing to get in and out  for fun.

 

 

The pillars of wood and stone,

Exhibit colours blue ,brown and black,

Seem to talk about the  rich heritage,

In a tone mild succumbing to the  ravage.

 

The locked mansions  remain in dark,

They hold large wealth behind the doors,

Enticing the thugs to loot the bounty

Leaving the rightful owner in penury.

 

 

The land is a home to philanthropists

Its speciality is  food and culture,

The marvellous  relics are now ruins,

Casting a disenchantment and despair fluent.