Feeling stiff and sullen.
Nothing to think about.
No other work to do.
None to take care off.
Counting the “No’s”
it is better to keep away.
it is best to pop off. 
Category: Poem
The mind is a great player.
At times scores a century.
At times knocks a duck.
With a little straw
it would build palaces .
With a big boulder
it would not erect a shed.
mounting pressures make it
paralysed in one way
They also make it agitated
in another sense ushering
a decayed sensibility
and a defunct stability.
It demoralise the being
getting stuck up somewhere
somewhat in a stunning
incomprehensible status.
To revive it is difficult
and assuaging back to normalcy
measures typical and severe
should step in.
Extending a hand
To the needy and ailing
Bestows a wand.
The bird flew in circles.
It went up and down
it was hovering high
then it descended low.
The bird then stooped down
and sulked on the ground.
Spread its feathers around.
Covering itself in the foreground.
It lay there still for a few minutes
shirking its feathers violently
it rose up in a momentous flight..
In a quick it flew away.
Turning around I saw another bird yonder
It lay still beaten to death by a passerby.
Having lost its companion the bird had
expressed its bereavement through its restlessness.
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Go Green
It was a pool
so very cool
breeding frogs and tadpoles
all in a gathering hole.
The water is blue
and it reflects true
the colors in a hue
creating a grand flew.
the tadpoles jump
as though in a trump
then they slump
falling near a pump.
The hyacinths in the pool
float in the water cool
presenting a portrayal
not akin to a betrayal.
Well,the pool and its organism
enliven the environment in a realism
going with the solgan
go green in the run,.
The salvation is not near
as the protagonist goes apart
seeking petty trials
precipitating
massive crimes
in the manner of jealousy
implicating a purposeful hurt
trying to carve an incision
and jeopardy by inflicting
an embittered attack
on the man and his family
who are known for gentleness
renowned for integrity
who so far waited in patience
who had only one flaw that
of adopting a tolerance
which had cost them expensive.
They being not allowed to live
in peace and harmony strive
to pull on overcoming the endanger
which runs lifelong and never finds an end.
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A step taken
back or forward in the least.
would clear chaos.
The ego in you
is a curse and a boon
all the same to you
but terminal to others.
The “I ” in you is a pride
that which holds you up
making you proud and
self- centeric on the whole.
The ego is referred
as something derogatory
calling for a clash
between individuals.
The ego is a bloom
if there is a limitation
of reference and recruitment
thus bringing a resolution.
Egoistic is a term
that intends a self-conceit
and a self promotion
ushering in casualties.
Modulations in egoistic is
by tempering the self-interest and
including the public perceptions
would bring about a reformation.
A street hawker named Jack
had things in a big pack
that hung on his back
while he went on his track
calling people to buy in a quack.
Quack he cried hoarsely
as his voice was roughly
like a cracked one horribly
breaking into high and low incidentally
sending an unpleasant tone awkwardly.
All that much for his voice
he had a knack of selling toys
by drawing the kids to a choice
of puppets and straw dolls in poise.
which they bought amidst great noise.
The believers call themselves spiritual.
Living a in a world of piety and godliness
where every action is attributed not the habitual
but to the links of omnipotence in all effectiveness.
They say that good and bad are only textual
the good is the result of reverence to holiness
and the bad is the after effect of disrespect of rituals.
The pious surrender all things to the Gods.
owing nothing to themselves in reality.
They shift their responsibility to Gods
pleading that all things are born out of His creativity.
Spiritualism takes us into the world of wonders
where happenings are in a make believe world
owing nothing, expecting nothing doing nothing.
if that goes on in true sense of the word
then there is a source of freedom and consensus
but actually the garb of spiritualism
mocks the intrinsically good who accept
the merits and faults with an equanimity.
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