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A Tribute To Creativity


creativityCreativity is beautiful.

Creating is  beautiful.

Creating with ideas is  beautiful.

Creating with taste is beautiful.

Creating  is a  choice beautiful.

 

Creativity is a gift  beautiful.

Found in few with an eye for beautiful.

Devolving out of thoughts beautiful

Delineated in the work most beautiful.

Making the creation very  beautiful.

 

Creativity  goes a long way.

Creating  treasures  along the way.

That stand the test of times all the way.

Installing monuments in words and things in the way.

Bequeathing a lovely glory to the future across the way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Thought On Carry Forward.


taxCarrying forward is a financial term.

Carrying  the loss  is to bring down tax .

Carrying  the profit is to lure investors.

Carrying the profit and loss is to run the show.

 

Well that is how corporates manage to survive.

Well that is how corporates revive.

Well that is how corporates manipulate.

Well that is how the executives contemplate.

 

Carry forward finds its way  into the registry.

Carry forward drives   a designed delivery.

Carry forward is a disciplined indulgence.

Carry forward is a logical reference.

 

A thought has led to many investigations.

A thought has brought about many definitions.

A thought for sure can bring about many interpretations.

Well a thought has  released a thoughtful deliberation.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The World Shuts Down


It is only two days more.

The world would be no more.

So goes the talk all the more.

Sending signals of warning more and more.

Creating a terrible fear to the core.

 

Nothing is to be expected for sure.

Nothing would happen for sure.

So say all with a belief sure.

Dispelling the gravity with an assure.world is going to end

Assuaging the feelings with a grace ever.

 

Which almanac says so?

It is the Mayan calendar that tells so.

Would that be so?

Ask everyone with a sigh in a flow.

It is a definite no say the scientists with a glow.

 

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The value Of Tradition


It is a tradition on the move.

sticking to the values in a  grove,

shunning the deviation in a blue,

passing on with a conservative flew,

implementing a decorum true,

gliding she crosses the avenue like a dew.

 

Her move is  an enthusiasm  lively.

With a charisma she proceeds gaily,

with a stamina she presides sternly.

with a  discipline she conducts firmly,

with an energy she works untiringly,

taking her to the  step of victory. 

 

Tradition is not  only in her attire specially.

It is  found in her speech almost admiringly.

It is seen in her manners all the most specifically.

It is explicit in her character very distinctly.

It is visible in her demeanour most explicitly.

Tradition makes her look tallerexplicitly,  than everyone else totally.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Time To laugh


Take time to laugh.

Laugh at yourself enough.

Laugh at your struggles tough.

Laugh at  your experiences rough.

Laugh at your foibles muff.

Laugh at your  own voice gruff.

Laugh at your wordy bluff.

Laugh at your smooth sailing surf.

Laugh at your  cosy turf

Laugh at everything in a huff.

It is time to laugh and laugh.

 

 

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A devil or an Evil


Listened to a proposal.

It was a fantastic disposal.

It had all  plus approvals.

It looked glamorously beautiful .

The proposer builds castles in air.

He is known for his empty care.

He practises nothing rare.

He is a preacher  unfair.

He plants stories false.

He does that with ease.

His mind is crowded with disease.

He is a proclaimed brat in tease.

One day he talks  of his wealth.

It is not in prime health.

The other day he rattles about his stealth.

It is his foremost breath.

He praises himself singling him as the only one.

He poses imperiously as a high done.

Calls one who is always in the run.

His pretexts draw contempt  from all but one.

He has a counterpart in his sibling.

Both go about with scheming.

Their thoughts are full of evil  crawling.

They are but leeches in the offing.

Men of such mind flourish lively.

Distracting the good from their  poise easily.

Spreading baseless  information endlessly.

Oh! tell me are they devils or wholesome evil?

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Getting into the woods


Getting into the woods on a lively day,
brought  unfelt experience of gay.

There was  penetration of sun’s rays,

through the dense trees in a trace.

directing to a tiny bay.

There was a march of elephants in a fray,

calling each other in a bray.

The water fell down the hills in a sway,

flowing  quick without delay.

The birds twittered in a joyful  jay,

chirping with a spirited say.

There arose a desire to stay,

 in the splendid woods all the day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Ode to a Peacock.


Up on the hillock,

up on the grassy lock,

up over a marshy  block,

up  at the strike  of the clock,

amidst a happy flock,

there was a  lovely slot.

 

 

A dainty entry from the hills,

with a sharp bill,

with a sapphire fill,

calling in a voice shrill,

made its way in a drill,

it was an enticing dance.

 

 

The colourful feathers spread  grand,

opened up like a  canopy on a land,

throwing out shiny elegance in a brand,

the dense feathers  enchanted the band,

it appeared as an action of a magic wand,

It created a  trance.

 

 

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The danseuse beckoned the gaiety of north,

it greeted the pleasantries of south,

it solicited the charm of west,

it bowed to the grace of the oriental east,

 exhibiting  a marvellous feat,

it was a concert best.

 

 

Hopping it went ahead,

jumping  it trotted  back,

elaborating it moved right,

accelerating it speeded left,

displaying a nimble footed treat,

it held everyone in toes.

 
Crooning goes round the peahen

singing tunes of love in tens,

kindling the peacock to  dance  in sevens,

enthralling the spectators to a rhapsodical events,

Good God!  it  was nothing but heavens,

it was a beautiful romance.

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Mastery Of Science.


Science is difficult to master.

None can become a master.

It exudes even the master.

It inducts a diligence in the  master.

It shuns a lethargy of the master.

It brings about a spark  to a master.

It flips up the image of a master.

It alleviates the status  of a master.

It attributes to the skill a master.

It compiles all inventions to master.

It dissects all experiments to master.

It is a theory hard to master.

It steers an adaptability easy to master.

Scientific discovery adds a glow to the master.

Scientific abuse bring ignominy to  the master.

It dubs  and acknowledges the great  master.

It stubs and condemns the fake master.

Mastery of science is  unlikely to master.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Leave The Deities Alone.


The deities in temples  are divine.

They  are made of stones fine.

They elucidate a lovely shine.

 

Deities have sculptural beauty.

The artisans carve it with  duty.

Giving them a lofty credibility.

Bringing out  a design of chastity.

 

Deities are now decked with outfits in gold

They make the deities appear bold.

The shine extols the charm people are told.

Gold deduces the divinity to a mere metallic hold.

 

Silver too competes with the metal yellow.

The mercurial  dazzle dims the glow.

Grace is dimmed by the silvery flow.

Money overtakes purity in a slow.

 

Temples are no longer place of prayer.

They indulge in display of wealthy layer.

We hear no songs sung with fervour.

We listen to talks of  self praise all over.

 

Temples no longer exude warmth.

They detract every one by exposing wealth.

Instigating a feeling of stealth.

Sealing the mind with ill-health.