Category: Evolution

The Old Order Changeth

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.

Tags aged., Change., enthusiasm, Experience, new, Old, Poem, thoughts, wisdom, young, youth

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Dismantling The Experience.

Post author By meenas17
Post date February 22, 2013
1 Comment on Dismantling The Experience.

Disoriented is the mind after a shock.
Disenchanted is the soul as it experiences a block.
Disheartened is the heart as it hits the rock.
Disturbed is the thought as it is subjected to a mock.
Disintegrated becomes the idealism as it stumbles into a deadlock.
Dishevelled is the hair as the curls fall in locks.
Disfigured is the face as hurdles besiege it in a flock.
Dislocated is the disc as hurried movements enforce a knock.
Distraught is the being as every other thing takes it to an extreme stock.

Tags Behaviour, Disturbance, Experience, Idealism, mental, Physical, Poem

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Religions Speak.

Religions guide us through life.
Living upright is the way of life.
Speak not lies is all religion’s call.
Help the needy is their essential call.
Believe in truth is their underlying principle.
Never belie trust is every religion’s gospel.
Kind words and acts they advocate bring in harmony and peace.
Radiating cheer and happiness they prove demand no fees.
Humility and respect they insist command progression.
Authority and audacity they point out lead to destruction.
That being the basis of all religions at large.
Wherein breaks violence and unrest in a gorge?
Destroying the human race in gross.
Would people ever try to rectify the flaws?

Tags Audacity, authority, cheer, destroy, Destruction., fees, harmony, Humility, kindness, Life, Peace, Poem, progression, Religion, speak, thoughts, Truth, upright

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Creativity In Full Bloom.

It was an idea conceived long ago.
It was growing in stages more like a logo.
It got its shape sometime ago.
It was in the abstract form till little while ago.

The concept took shape in a slow phase.
It was then altered many a time to acquire a base.
The theme then was improved with a glaze.
The end product enticed everyone to a gaze.

The proportion was first set abreast.
The bigger one looked out of context.
The smaller one was away from the text.
The right size was arrived at last after a strenuous test.

The manipulations made the head reel.
The finality evolved a luxurious steal.
The fine touch ups took to the wheel.
The evolution inspired a magnificent feel.

The beautiful produce stole the limelight.
The glamour caught everyone’s sight.
The loveliness raised the excitement to a height.
The art piece might become a masterpiece with due rights.

Tags ago, art., base, Creation, Creativity, Evolution, glaze, phase, Poem, produce, product, stages

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Thought Ran Up the Clock

It is an early morning wake up
going over a week in a roll up
starting with deliberations all the way up
drenching in deep thoughts as a wrap up
causing a disturbance in the follow-up
while the provocations mount up
the eyelids refuse to shut up
the tears come down in a shoot up
rendering an excitement in a round-up
an excitement not of happiness in a close up
but of anguish in a trial up
sounding an alarm of sensational fear as a lap up
creating a significant malady to the cheer up
dissipating a trend of uneasiness in the mop up
releasing an unusual apprehensiveness in the back up
evoking a scene of pathetic denominations in the fall up
turning the rest of the day into a dull ambiguity in the line up
thus moves on the remaining hours in the pack up.

Tags deliberations, Experience, feelings, Poem, reflections, release, Thought, uneasiness

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A Story To Narrate.

It is a short sighted indulgence
that overtakes all inference.
It is an overwhelming impertinence
that screws up a naughty interference.

Interference in itself is a scam.
while too much derision is a spam.
Heavy derogation is a shame damn
Calling names is a desolate slam.

Well,that is how the world goes round,
with people expressing remarks beyond the bound.
Involving themselves in deals not profound.
Condemning each and everything without ground.

They look with jaundiced eyes,
seeing yellow in all ties,
They scorn at all buys
clothing them with demeaning lies.

Why they behave so? remains a mystery.
Why they speak so? recalls history.
Why they look so? casts a hoary.
This is so records the story.

Tags History, hoary, impertinence, indulgence., Mystery, Poem, question, reflection, short sight, story, Thought

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Justifiable denial

Denials are justifiable too.
They might call for a sue.
They might erupt a boo.
They are to be pronounced true.

Denying is not a crime as most think.
It becomes essential leading to a link.
It might be impromptu coming out in a wink.
Sometimes it ought to be as bold as one written in ink.

It might be hard to say ‘no’.
It might sound odd to refuse in a row.
It might force one to lift the brow.
Some feel it is unpleasant to say it even to a foe.

It has to be said at any cost.
As all good things would never last.
Many kind acts disappear fast.
It is only the pricks and thorns that holds out the mast.

Affirming every act and deed is away from practice.
Confirming every theory is never a treatise.
Condemning becomes almost an outcome of the novice.
A stout denial is the most sought out application in the indices.

Hence learn to say “no” with a justification.
This word never reflects dissatisfaction.
Instead it expresses a negative coordination.
Directing all to a prescribed destination.

Tags coordination, denial, Destination, easy, essential, hard, no, Poem, practice, satisfaction

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Have You Seen Her?

Nothing would appease her.
Nothing could go with her.
Nothing might get along with her.
Nothing should oppose her.

An autocrat she is.
A defiant she was.
A dare-devil she would be.
She could turn ruthless in future.

No wonder she lives alone.
Not alone really but with her children.
Interacting with none at all times
Tracking everyone now and then.

She speaks with disregard and
She thinks she is the be all and end all.
She is not a fictitious character found in books
Truly she lives amidst us in life and blood

Tags appease, Character, dare-devil, disregard, fictitious, please, ruthless, satisfy

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A Stony Talk.

The 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