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Just A Stone.


It is just a  huge stone,

It is only a  shapeless stone,

It looks expressionless and prosaic,

It has a  long story behind it.

It has a history unknown to many.

 

The faceless stone has been for centuries,

It has seen generations of men,

It has heard them talk incessantly,

It has noticed them pass uninterruptedly,

It has  recorded confidential matters  silently.

 

The stone had been lying there for ages,

It had not been cared for by one and all,

Disregarding it as lifeless stone,

Incidents took place around it.

 Yet, it lies there unperturbed from time immemorial.

 

You could  easily set aside it as a stone.

Addressing it as a pig-headed bone,

Laughing at it with disdain and contempt,

But do remember if it is turned upside,

It has a whole lot  to relate that would put you to misery.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Colour Red.


Colours give a fantastic splash,

Red, they say is a sign of danger,

It goes with fire and blood,

it also aligns with anger,

It is sometimes eye-catching,

With an association of shades,

A lighter red is most attractive,

Elucidating a charm and desire,

Warming up to a cordiality,

Indicating  a significant good will,

Well ,this is how we could talk of other colours too.

 

 

 

 

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Paradoxical Anachronism


Burning the midnight candle,

the girl was reading aloud,

memorizing the portions,

with or without understanding,

as on tomorrow she writes the examination,

it is a three-hour ordeal,

that sets her career,

the marks she scores,

would lead her in life,

well, it is the marks ,

that call for attention,

it is not the comprehension,

that shapes her future,

it might sound natural to all,

to me it is  avidly alien,

it sounds incorrigible  and unpleasant,

it tastes exclusively bitter,

it is the way of life, they quoth

anything other is an anachronism,they feel,

so, I stand out: an odd woman out.

 

 

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A Child Is A Child.


I observe in silence,

I hear in magnitude,

I see in-depth,

That is what I can do.

A child begins her day,

Setting aside everything gay,

Pushing back all her play,

Switching on to the rigorous fray.

 

She gets ready in a hurry,

Breaks her fast in a flurry,

Casting her likes in a bury,

She walks up in a slurry.

 

Still sleep lingers in her eyes,

As she opens her reader to a size,

Pouring over the book in a guise,

She follows the teacher with a despise.

 

From school she comes home,

Falls asleep in her cosy bedroom,

The little girl finds no time to bloom,

Eventually she has to face the doom.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Birthday Party.


It was a birthday party,

It looked like any other  party,

The child was the  main party,

She did not know about the party.

 

The child was a frail one year old,

She was in her mother’s hold,

Looking at all with a fear untold,

She felt cramped in the hubbub cold,

Poor child! she trembled in the fold.

 

The gathering was excited most,

Games were for them almost,

The couples danced  vibrantly to the toast,

Leaving a feeling of distaste utmost,

 Oh! the poor child was ignored foremost.

 

The cake was cut with much fanfare,

 Happy Birthday ranted high in the air.

The balloons were burst in the fare,

Raising a loud noise beyond the dare,

Oh! the poor child looked like a timid hare.

 

Was not the party for the child? I enquire,

 Nay! it is for the adults, I hear,

Should not the children participate? I jeer,

 Never! It is a boisterous revelry, very clear,

 Oh! the  poor child started crying in fear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Lizards Talk.


I looked up at the ceiling.

I saw two lizards talking,

What do they have to talk?

Do I sound audacious?

I started wondering,

Their talk continued for long,

It seemed to be never-ending,

I came to understand,

They  too have issues to discuss,

More so like men,

Breaking their heads over money,

Worrying about relationships,

Gossiping about others,

Finding fault with administration,

Scolding their little ones,

Quarreling with each other,

I try to follow their voice,

I could not do so,

But finally accepted,

Lizards can talk.

 

 

 

 

 

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The Concept Of Religion.


Is religion anything to be afraid of?

Does it hold anything to be scared of?

It is a puzzle that keeps us off.

 

A blind follow of religion is common,

Any question is considered uncommon,

Religious calls are like summons.

 

Believers have different convictions,

Some say it is superstition,

Others express it as hallucination.

 

Well, things go about like that,

The best interpretation of religion is flat,

It says , occupation is religion, with a bat.

 

Business is an occupation,

It proposes a clean transaction,

Indeed, it is a positive perception.

 

Governance is a challenge,

It demands a balance in a range,

Incidentally it is a plausible change.

 

Professionals have to be sincere,

Their vocation commands high revere,

Likely it is  trait of great endear.

 

Each one has his own duty

The  predicament is itself a beauty,

Cumulatively this is religion in its glory.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Looking Daggers


Daggers are weapons sharp,

Eyes are organs incisive,

Daggers bring fear and night mare,

Stains of blood are smeared everywhere,

Eyes emit evil and conceit,

Remnants of hate are found everywhere.

 

The physical assault is horrendous,

As a stab slits open the physique,

Inflicting a damage deadly  to the body,

The mental attack is torturous,

As a  look tears apart the psychic,

Paralysing the mind to a desolation.

 

She looks daggers goes the simile,

Looks are more penetrating than a sting,

They kill the spirit of life  on the whole,

Decimating the liveliness from the soul,

It is definitely worse than a brutal murder,

As it impoverishes the  mind of its glory.

 

The piercing dagger and the evil looks,

Kill the life and spirit in a momentum,

 As stabbing  fiercely takes the life out,

Looking deceitfully throws the mind asunder,

There fore  life holds no value basically,

Lo!the spirit lies dead unceremoniously.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Therapy Unknown


The mind is bare of thoughts,

The writing seeks for words,

An uneasy gusto retraces ,

A little pity seeps up,

What to write and what not?

Often it recurs with a flash,

The desire to write surfs up,

Quelling the mind’s stubbornness,

I write, i write,still to keep me going,

As it is a therapy that keeps me active.

 

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Sprucing Up


The garden was stocked with fallen leaves,

Gathering them up was a task in a fleece,

There was an uninterrupted fall from trees,

Leaves came down slowly after a gentle breeze.

 

Green and yellow leaves  lay scattered without a cease,

Twigs small and big landed down in the crease,

They made the garden look like a messy freeze,

Inadvertently it seemed an entertainment set to please.

 

Cleaning up was a target beyond reach,

Finding a team was a difficult breach,

The work had to be done with a screech,

As there was no time to impeach.

 

Like the dry leaves thoughts crowd

The mind quivers in a desperate shroud,

Sprucing it up seems to be a task loud,

Resuming equanimity is like a falling cloud. 

 

The imbalance strikes hard mercilessly,

Reviewing it generates apprehension enormously,

 Yet gardens could be swept and cleaned spotlessly,

 But the mind  withholds the trials though not erroneously.