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Possibility In The Down.


It is a follow-up

could be a top up

a strange feeling gets along

makes one nowhere in a belong

approximating the decimals

fixing it to the minimal

I look at me with disdain

I have not gained

nor have I taken care of me

always  the family before me

never bothered to take a concern

nor was able to discern

I too am a human being

with all the feelings

lived like a stone with no moves

receiving  all with no proofs

I, in the course, lost myself

now have sunk deep down

stand I dazed unable to find myself

well, that could be a possibility in the down.possibility

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It Is Not Lost.


nothing is lost.Thinking that you have lost
brings you badly down.
The thought sticks in your mind
pulling you entirely down.

lost is an attitude abstract
that happens in the mind
That which is lost gets
back to you intact.

it might sound unbelievable
but it is most true.
Losing your childhood innocence
you become an adult reliable.

Does this echo a funny concept?
Ridiculous as it might be
it is the growth personified
that makes a precept.

Financial loss is another factor
that maddens the being.
Wealth dilutes and diffuses
if not deployed in a profitable sector.

Wrong investments bring trouble
leading to a terrible loss.
Well, that is a temporary disruption
akin to a frothy bubble.

The loss of mind is a worthy drop
pushing the man to a flop.
A complacent mindset should bore
the rise and fall in a prop.

Nothing is lost in the game
with winning and losing
are two sides of the coin
indicating a gusto same.

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A Stony Talk.


bones and nervesstones and bricksThe 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

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Mango And Guava


mango treeguavasThe mango tree is fluttering  cheerfully in the garden.

The guava tree stands  solemnly grim with a heavy burden.

A whiff of air blows all of a sudden.

The treesdangle vigorously  with fruits heavily laden.

The fall of little mangoes  makes the heart sadden.

The ripe yellow guavas come down in dozens.

The mango and guava  are  a subtle reference

to the world’s impermanence.

 

 

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There Sits the Child.


A child over there,

 sits in a corner,

with nothing to share,

looks like a loner,

none to care,

expresses a sordid  groan,

nervous  like a hare,

crys like a mourner,

confined to a bare,

thinking aloud  no sooner,

falls  down in scare,

collapsing every other in a flare,

well, that is  the end of the fair.

 

 

 

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There The Brute Shoots.


There he  shoots.

 Is it to runaway with a boot?

 Or else to enter into a loot?

 Much more to unplug the root.

  More so to express hatred in a hoot.

 Nay it is to kill the  devotees in a sudden shoot.

 Drastically to kill kids in an unexpected  offshoot.

 Thus introducing a bloody route.

Indeed the deal is beyond compute.

The aftermath is chronically acute.

Please, call him  a wicked brute.

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A Boisterous Threat.


Trees were in full bloom.

Colorful  flowers were in full blossom.

Lascivious  fruits hung heavily.

Little birds chirped crisply.

Bees buzzed with a drone.

Adding  charm to the zone.

 

The land stands bare.

There are no trees to stare.

There are no bearer of fruits juicy.

There are no blossoms to  make  flowering  lovely.

There are no loving hosts to hold birds chatter.

There are no lively relays to deliver the bees humming with cheer. 

 

The ground is loaded with mortar and concrete.

Buildings go up in stylish lanky upbeat.

Displaying colors of morbid paints.

Distracting the original inhabitants.

Chasing them out of their dwellings

Disturbing the environment out of its rings.

 

Threats come in different forms.

Destroying everything over the norms.

Invasions are considered as heroic deeds.

Assassinations are out of  greed.

Harassment indicate a cruel impertinence.

Deforestation is  a crime beyond penance.

 

 

 

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The Lost Days


Lost is   days of youth.

Lost is  days of mirth.

Lost is  days of joy.

Lost is  days of toy.

Lost is days of evolution.

Lost is  days of  the revolution.

Lost is days of enthusiasm.

Lost is days of experiences awesome.

Lost is  days of adaptability.

Lost is  days of flexibility.

Lost is  days of attraction.

Lost is  days of distractions.

Lost is days and years.

As we lose ourselves in tears.