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Sweet –A Ramble.


Sweet goes the word

sweet in the name

sweet in  the looks

sweet to taste

sweet being relative

holds many a thing imaginative

a general term though it sounds

is abreast with a lot of connotations

nice in the appearance

pleasant in the looks

cordial in behaviour

so on and so forth

sweet be the uses of adversity too

at last a thorn in the bush

comes to my mind with a push

there are two sides to the coin

the good and the bad

the great and the worse

sweet be no exception

too much of it turns bitter

too much  of sweet becomes a poison

so the saying goes

evil does command sweet actions

a treachery on the way

well, I am very talkative nowadays

rambling over the sweet nothings.sweet

negative

Un school.


schoolCrying the child got ready to school.
eating up whatever she could
she was put in the bus with a load
of text and note books and lunch
The little one carrying everything saw a bunch
of her friends looking equally disturbed
pulling their faces long they remained perturbed
of the day ahead with its toil and turmoil
reading,writing, counting and reciting a total boil
of everything with nothing to store in the head
an expenditure of money, time and happiness instead.
Pledging the child’s happiness in the school
feeling that they have given the best they could
the parents go about with their ways and life.
Does this not sound a tedious strife?
Can we not explore possible means to solve this?
Not sending the children to school is one of these
that needs to be weighed with fervour.
Children already in should be un schooled quick so ever.
Let the child learn by seeing things that is around her.
Let she examine the shape, colour and material lying near her.
In the course things would unravel gradually and ignite
the curious mind with a lovely shine.
The concept may be an out of box attempt.
It would definitely serve as a preempt
to the much awaited renaissance in education
that has mulled, muffled and strangled for generations.

A Passion On The Fore.


garland of deep rose.Passion takes the front seat with much pride.

Making all others slide back in a hide.

It tries to embrace all the sides

while standing up like a guide.

It forces one to strictly abide

by releasing an emotional  tide.

The writing patch renders a lovely glide

allowing a smooth ride.

 

The wordy expressions give a beautiful  insight

by decking the experiences into a garland  bright.

The  narrations  are sometimes light.

The explanations  most times reach a height.

The descriptions open out a picturesque sight.

The authenticity is never a question right.

The imagination ascends above in the wings of flight.

On the whole writing is a passion not to be taken slight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Tale Of Blank.


Everything ended up in a blank.

There was none to bank.

The heart sank.

 

All issues drew a blank.

Nothing was above rank.

The mind sank.

 

Most experiences pointed to blank.

They lay above the tank.

The emotions sank.

 

Part of life was blank.

It exceeded the clank.

The hope sank.

 

Little cries imposed a blank.

The weeps overwhelmed the crank.

Death sank.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Three Dimensions.


Round and round goes the clock.

It is a rotation of its little hands.

Round and round goes the earth.

It is a revolution on its own axis.

 

Round and round goes the Man.

It is a movement to circulate physically.

Round  and round he craves in.

It is a motion to spread slander.

 

The clock shows time in precision.

Enacting day and night in decision.

The earth extends to life  a bounty

Enlivening  men and animals  to a dainty.

 

Man breeds enmity  in a concealed security.

He nurtures vengeance in a confided intimacy.

Killing one another is his  discreet strategy.

Annihilating the existence in totality.

 

 

 

Antony Once Again.


Retrospecting the events that had passed,

Remembering the pleasing anecdotes rejoiced,

Recollecting the bitter incidents  experienced,

The embitterment overwhelms  the pleasant,

Contemplating thus , Antony comes to the mind  once again.

 

 

The lanky dark Antony has instilled wrong confidence

The erring  advocacy of Antony has instigated mistaken reference,

The callous  design of Antony has involved an evil indulgence,

Antony’s greed for money has challenged the rightful perseverance,

 Enumerating thus . Antony  comes  to the scene once again.

 

 

 

There goes a saying that a poet’s words come true,

If that be so Antony has to take the cue,

Antony , for you redemption is the only clue,

So Antony get absolved of your sins in days few,

Enraged thus  a warning is sent to  Antony to reprove.

 

 

Knowing Antony fully well  from head to toe

Having interacted with Antony  many a time  in a row,

See no way that Antony, a true christian, would  complacently bow,

Ethics and etiquettes are not in Antony’s  thought’s flow,

Concluding thus ,as foretold,  Antony will soon receive the deadly blow.

(Antony is a fictitious character refers to none living or dead)