Category: feelings

Grades Get Across

Grades get across in learning
weighed by money and kind.
raising the rank high
facilitating a seat in courses
otherwise needing a skill
demanding a comprehension
working on a sensibility
to pursue the coveted programs.

Grades get across in business
cared by bribe and manipulation
promoting the transactions over and above
enabling an amazing growth
otherwise needing an acumen
requiring strong principles
practising on ethics
to get ahead of the potential deals.

Grades stumble and fall in politics
governed by deceit and greed
introducing a tall claim
enabling an unbelievable progress
otherwise needing a credibility
necessitating an integrity
inviting a trust
to acquire a ministerial berth.

Tags bribe, Business, Deceit, Fall, grades, greed, kind, learning, manipulation, Money, Poem, Politics, stumble, thoughts

Actions Evolution Expenses Experience feelings Inspiration Memory Poem

Memory in a Box.

Preserving the memory in a box
that is not false,
which should hold a lot of thoughts
of good and bad equally poised,
interpreting in different sorts
as and when the need starts,
at a time condescending to the plots
more than a time dismantling the slots
to carry out deals of greedy ingots,
paving the way to a glamorous spot
creating a sensational wave absolutely hot,
presenting a grand scenario of a dedicated revolt
while achieving it after a generous bought
both in kind and cash all in a lot.
Well,memory remains intact in a box.

Tags Bad, box, deals, dismantling, Good., greed, Memory, plot, Poem, preserved, reflections, slot, thoughts

Actions Age Anger Experience feelings Interpretation Poem thoughts turmoil

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.

Tags centuries, Experience, Fight, Justice, Poem, Query, rights equality, Truth

Actions Evolution Experience fall feelings Full interest. kill learning Life Poem subscriptions thoughts threat.

Kate is Not Alone

Kate smells a rat in his perseverance.
His persistence has a hidden reference
as he is driven to the convergence
to distract her from diligence.

Kate ignores his indecent howl.
She minds not his tongue foul.
She shuns his untimely prowl
as it casts an odious growl.

The man behind him is a defined evil.
He plots Kate’s kill.
He pays his aid a heavy bill
as he aims to rob Kate of her fill.

Kate knows the plan to the full.
She faces him like a terrific bull.
His attempts to mollify her becomes null
as she implicates a vigorous pull.

The doer would encounter severe threads
in the form of words put up to the read.
The imposter would be put to a dread
which would make him one with the dead.

Tags dead, design., diligence, dread, Evil, fill, howl, kill, perseverance, plot, Poem, prowl, reference., thoughts, thread

Actions Age Default Evolution Experience feelings Lesson Life Poem subscriptions thoughts Wisdom world

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

Actions Experience fall feelings Interpretation Lesson thoughts Transitory

No One Knows.

It was a walk, a steady walk.
It was a talk, a steady talk.
It was an act, a steady act.
Lo! it was all in all a steady fall.

It was a style, inimitable.
It was a grace, unimaginable.
It was a demeanour, nonchalant.
Lo! it was all in all a systematic fall.

It was a move, instant.
It was a rise, immediate.
It was a leap, unforeseen.
Lo! it was all in all a steep fall.

Whatever it was in stature.
Howsoever it was a feature.
Whosoever it might be.
Alas! it was all in all a crazy fall.

Every thing was in order, to the dot.
Everything was arranged in the slot.
Everything looked grand and great.
Alas! it was all in all a tumbling fall.

Something mystical runs through.
Sometimes it appears to be true.
Rest of the period it is a mirage.
Oh! it is all in all a predicted fall.

Tags Fall, feature, mystical, Poem, predicted., stature, steep, systematic, Talk, uncertainty, walk

Actions concept Experience feelings interest. learning Lesson Life Love Message observation Poem smile Speech

Many Many Ways

There is a way to live with dignity and pride
There is a way to speak with sense and sequential tide.
There is a way to behave interacting with love and charming smile
There is a way to write penning with substance and style.
There is a way to learn mastering with grace and skill.
There is a way to think deliberating with depth and differential fill.
There is a way to eat partaking with etiquette and delight.
There is a way to walk sauntering with gait and steps light.
There is a way to sit relaxing with comfort and in form.
There is a way to sleep lying down with modesty and decorum.
There is a way to dress clothing decently and without enticement.
Thee is certainly a way to die breathing out with peace and contentment.
There are ways for all things whether they be great and small.

Tags behave, die., learn, observations, Poem, reflections, sit, Talk, thoughts, walk, ways live, write

Actions authority Experience feelings Message Poem thoughts

Feeding A Child

My child does not eat is every mother’s groan.
He eats too little and looks like a bone.
Oh! he would turn weak cries the mother in a sad tone.

It is an unnecessary worry says the grand mother.
She talks with experience in an authenticated tether.
She brushes aside the fear to a thither.

The child would not resist hunger all times
He would eat when his tummy lets out a chime.
He knows to balance the diet with required enzymes.

Pushing food down the gullet is extraneous.
Feeding him when he is not hungry is erroneous.
Compelling him to gobble food is fallacious.

Most mothers want their ward to grow instantly.
They wish their child to become strong immediately.
They show impatience in seeing them gain weight gradually.

Well, a child is not a lifeless being.
He has to assimilate things in periods intervening.
Lest it would lead to a suffocation stifling.

Tags advice., Child, feeding., grand mother experience, growth, hunger, immediately, instantly, mother, Poem, worry

Actions Evolution Experience feelings learning Lesson Poem Pollution Progress thoughts True

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

Actions concept feelings Poem withdrawal

Day To Die

Right from the age of thirteen
the sense to get away had been
slowly evolved into a theme
activating a solitude in the stream
inducing a refrain from the worldly
having captured a glimpse solemnly
of the powerful surging ahead
of the modest pushed to the red
having perceived the discrepancies
in the infringements of the agencies
having experienced the drawbacks
along with sordid refractory pull backs
the heart heaves with a long sigh
waiting for the day to die.