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The Ocean Drive


It is blue deep blue.

 Water in a beautiful hue,

Waves rolling out without a clue,

Kissing the shore with an amorous  cue.

 

 

Winding goes the long drive,

Bends come in a notation live,

The mighty ocean rises in a strive,

Breathing out an awe in a  thrive.

 

Intermittent bays appear on the way,

Scintillating scenery hold us in a sway,

The huge trees stand in the fray,

Expressing a magnificence all the way.

 

The hills slopes up and down,

A little steep and brown.

The eucalyptus grows in a lanky throng,

Enhancing the charm to an ecstatic  song.

 

Down goes the road at times,

Up  climbs the  path at times,

Presenting an enticing scenario  all times,

Lifting us to a  lofty frenzy most times.

 

 

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Looks Are Too Many


Looks are many so many,

Calling for a penny,

Looks are different very different,

Posing an under current.

Looks  take a bird  tone and  an animal  clue,

Expressing a   sensation in queue

 

First comes the pleasant look,

With a smile and poise,

Next treks in a  beautiful look,

With a glamour and grace 

Then comes  in a seductive look,

With a provoke and blaze.

 

The  Ravenous looks are zealous,

Attributing  a rapacious insinuation,

The Eagle looks are horrendous,

Ascribing to an evil  demonstration

The  Dove looks are melodious,

Gathering a sweet  inclination.

 

 

The look of a Lion interprets majesty,

The look of a  Tiger indicates fury,

The look of  a wolf  emits  treachery,

The look of a rabbit exhibits timidity,

The look of a monkey elaborates truancy.

 

 

The individual  expressions of birds and animals,

Transcribe and translate in Man’s eye ,

Reflecting his intentions and intonations,

Be it royal, furious,  seductive and pleasant,

Compiling a record of looks too many.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Beautiful May Morning.


It is a beautiful May morning,

The grasshoppers are busy flying ,

The butterflies  are buzz buzzing,

The  birds are  sweetly singing,

Depicting a scene most relaxing,

It is then the Sun comes out of the sky.

It is a beautiful May morning,

The baby is crying,

The elder boy is crazily drifting, 

The Lady is  attentively cooking,

Expressing a mood most exasperating

It is then the Sun came out from the sky.

 

 

It is a beautiful May morning,

The street is actively bustling,

Cars are incessantly plying,

People are  hurrying,

Enacting a plight most ruminating,

It is then the Sun comes out from the sky.

It is a beautiful May morning,

It is  a mood most relaxing,

The morning scenario is galvanizing

The routine  activities are  thronging,

Presenting the most plausible enthralling,

It is then the Sun comes out of the sky.

 

 

It is a beautiful may morning,

The dawn is amazing,

Punctuated by the episodes enticing,

Referred by the instances appealing,

Graduated by  regular happenings,

It is then the Sun  comes out of the sky.

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Lovely-Flower&Child.


The soft petal unfolds,

The silky shine  raptures,

The colourful throw  captures,

The eyes of those who behold.

 

The fragrance  invariably spreads,

The  charm slowly  entices,

The  sweetness quickly  enriches, 

All  delicious threads.

 

Its  span of life  is short,

Its  memory   is long,

The  experience  got  is lifelong,

Lingering  always  in thought.

 

The little flowers  beautifully invigorate

Their loveliness endlessly  entrances

So does the child’s delicate  stance

Induces  a melody elaborate.

 

The little ones sharp  crying,.

Its delicious lisping  sounds,

Its toothless smiles bounds,

All to a warm  coaxing.

 

The child’s delightful odour  fills up,

Its  interrupted cries trigger lowly

Its tiny eyes flicker slowly,

Extolling a pleasure high up.

 

Holding the child to the bosom,

Delivers a feeling infectious,

Renders  an unexplainable  bliss religious,

Akin to that  of espying a flower blossom.

 

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Up above the Hills


Driving through undulation.

Crossing the vegetation,

Negotiating the rude  turns,

Breaking through the thorny  ferns,

  We went up above the hills

It was sombre sweet,

Birds chirping a gentle tweet,

 Gleefully whisked along the way,

 Benevolently carried away in  sway,

 We went up above the hills.

 

 

It was refreshing smart,

With breeze blowing aloft,

 Aromatic fragrance spreading across,

Caressingly lifting the nostrils to a gross,

 We went up above the hills.

 

 

It was  green,

Full of sheen,

Layers of lush trail,

Lay freely without bail,

 We went up above the hills.

 

 

It was picturesque,

Never was it  grotesque,

Throwing a colourful hue,

Glowing under a lovely blue,

We went up above the hills.

 

 

It was  totally fresh,

There was no rude brush,

Rendering a breathlessness,

Inducing a  togetherness,

We went up above the hills.

 

 

It was  Nature , pristine nature,

It was a  feature, delightful feature,

The grace was infinite,

The exuberance  was never  too finite,

We went up above the hills.

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Awesome Magnificence.


I saw a  lady in pink,

With lot of  pleasant links,

Her hair  tumbled down her back

It was  soft and dark

Her eyebrows  bent  like arcs,

So well   a natural  dark,

Her eyes  floated  fish like,

Sparkling with a jumpy  hike,

Her nose was sharp and pointed,

wherein twitched a diamond untainted,

Her lips  appear  thin and curved,

With a gleaming  smile delicately  engraved,

Her cheeks looked  rose and rounded,

Looking like a dainty blossom well tended,

Her neck was  neat and slender,

Exacting a conch like wonder,

Her skin was milky  white none the less,

Giving out a complexion  flawless

Her gait was full of poise and grace,

Making one adore her in a daze,

Is she real?  Is  she really real? I ask,

I   look with askance  ,

She is  real ,

As she  started  to walk