The little one was crying.
Was it for milk or anything else ?
Kept me wondering.
His cry slowly become a sob.
Was it for milk or anything else?
made me worrying.
It gradually gave way to a whimper.
Was it for milk or anything else?
I started thinking.
The whimper became a whining
Was it for milk or anything else?
The apprehension kept me on tip toe
as the mother walked in softly in a tip toe.
The baby’s whine became a smile in no time
Category: Enlightenment
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Love is Power
Love keeps you going
if nothing else is showing.
Love gives you a direction
if the rest tempt you to a deviation.
Love assigns you a proximity
while most deals express an enmity.
Love extends a relation
leading to a lively elation.
Love is a therapy sound
as it heals the hurt found.
Love unfolds itself in many ways
mostly through the motherly sway.
Love draws individuals together
by uniting themselves in a bondage altogether.
Love is eternal as it lasts always
overshadowing money,creed and class with an amaze
Cycling through the memory lane.
Pedalling soft in a reverie plain.
Half pedalling while reliving the past.
Fast pedalling when going through the present cast.
Racing through the happenings as though in a telecast.
The picture of life so far is etched out in the frame main.
Cycling through the memory lane.
Envisaged bumps and roll downs in a path not plain.
jubilation was found in the realms of past.
Tribulations were also part of the cast.
The performance was rushed through in a telecast.
The still remembered experiences hang in the gallery main.
Cycling through the memory lane.
Perceiving thorns and bushes in a terrain not entirely plain.
Happiness realised in the years looks similar to the past.
Melancholy also gets in as an entity in the cast.
The outcome presents a lively telecast.
The fresh incidents depict a fine portrayal in the gateway main.
Cycling comes to a stop as the end nears.
The mind rests in peace without fear.
The activities cease as everything draws to a close.
The wide canvas slowly folds and falls down as a dried rose.
There exists an extensive and exhaustive relaxation foreboding a cheer.
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Writing a few lines of verse
writing a few verses in form
writing with a form of rhymes
writing rhymes with sound effect.
is a skill rare to be found.
Leaves grow from trees.
Trees come up from the soil
Soil picks up the minerals from depth
Making it a natural sequence.
Eliminating anything artificial.
Poetry is spontaneous.
Coming out in speed at the moment
Jumping out with force from the heart.
Correlating the events to the full
Enabling a read most pleasant.
Words emerge with ease.
Clothing the thoughts with grace.
The rhythm flows gently.
Adorning the tone with tunes lively.
Making it an experience most memorable.
Days of toil stroll ahead.
hours of work mount up.
years of labour fold again.
as the New Year embarks.
Each day is new.
every hour is fresh.
all years are delightful
as yet another New Year creeps in.
Looking back brings pain and joy
forging headway shows task and ease
past and present deliver loss and gain
as one more New Year is born.
Fire crackers resound in the sky.
The revelry breaks the placidity of the space,
as they sound a little odd and snobbish.
With that another New Year emerges.
Celebrations create a significant noise.
Partying and dancing take the toll
as expenditure multiplies geometrically
the New Year barges in with a bang.
Appreciating every minute for its value
Accepting every hour as precious
Counts up to admit every year as precious
unmindful of the New Year or not.
Let this be the underlying principle
Let this be the basis of welcoming
each hour and every minute
besides greeting the New year vociferously.
Evergreen keeps on haunting.
Memories cast a taunting.
Recollections indicate an overwhelming.
Reflections carry a loud thinking.
Past is not history always.
Lessons it imparts imply a say.
Deliberations hold us in a sway.
Releasing an evergreen permeation all gay.
Greenery is a feast to the physical eye.
It fills up the heart with pride high.
Paucity of greenery causes a sigh.
It is nature’s endowment beyond a buy.
Enthusiasm enliven the soul.
Encouragement leads to the goal.
Happiness plays the lead role.
Imposing a green tone on the whole.
Evergreen beckons all to a road.
Trace of green is found in every fold.
Its physical tinge exhibits a lively gold.
Its abstract form builds up an enthralling reload .
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It is a green valley.
Green grass shines all the way.
Green leaves glitter round the bay.
Green hedges have a lovely say.
Green signifies prosperity.
Greens deliver immunity.
Green indicates get ready.
Green triggers growth steady.
It is the lush green that brings cheer.
It s the lively green that drops dear.
It is the bottle green that attracts all near.
It is the leaf green that expresses nothing to fear.
So much so green greets all .
Green carries an enthusiastic call.
Green sets the tune of a crawl.
Green gives an impetus without a brawl..
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Love all said Jesus
nailed to the cross.
Love with not a cause
as it does not bring loss.
Love enforces no clause
as it exhibits no flaws.
Love is bound by no laws
as it shines with a gloss.
Love exposes no moss
as it relies not on toss.
Love creates a lovely bondage
Let this be the Christmas message
with prayers said with grace.
The world still moves on.
There was a sunrise in the morn.
There are many new-born.
The horses neigh in the barn.
The birds sing in the dawn.
The earth revolves around.
There is a lot of sound.
People walk around.
There seems to be no bound.
As all things are in order in the ground.
There is no sign of devastation.
Not even a specific exasperation.
It is but a regular situation
where there is liveliness in elaboration.
Easing out all tensions in a quick invigoration
Passion calls for attention all times.
Its craving never ceases most times.
It is never deigned as a pastime.
It conforms daintily with all times.
As passion assumes the form of duty
it surpasses all norms of beauty.
As passion becomes duty
it equips itself with scrupulous bounty.
The cry for passion is never alone.
It originates not from the forlorn.
The said cry is never a moan.
It is heard forever in the diligent tone.
Passion lingers in the area of decision.
It stands firm in times of recession.
Passion walks hand in hand with resolution.
Charting out a natural evolution.
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