Category Archives: Poetry

A Break From The Routine.


A break is indeed what I require

a stop  temporary would help

not very much I do in a routine

yet I feel the fatigue very much.

 

If tiredness sets in for a person like me

imagine what  could be the state for those

who toil and work from morn to night

I am a no way comparison to them.

 

If I am so exhausted as I experience

my well being could be a question

nothing undesirable could be found

yet I need  a break from what little I do.

 

Could it be to a monotony  in the run?

Could it be due to age  in the years?

Could it be to a cause unknown?

I really  am not able to catch up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Like a Sheep


The woods are dark and deep

remain aloof from the whirl

not a sound nor a beep

could be heard in the twirl.

 

The darkness and stillness

send an awe down the spine

could be a cause of denseness

they signal a caution in the line.

 

The random roar  of the lion

the far away chatter of the monkeys

the tweets of birds in the line

added by the bray of donkeys.

 

These tweets and touts  as heard

fall shallow into the wilderness

cross, not the boundaries in a nerd

seem to be insignificant in the  quietness.

 

The woods are dark and deep

as there are nothing to reap

being hard for one to peep

lies as quiet as a sheep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Knowledge


The knowledge I have in all

seems very basic  in any call

be it in writing or any other

accounting for instance  rather

puts me in a fix all through

I break my head in true

burn the midnight oil

my whole day is in spoil

yet I work and work

redo and rework

all too much in the mind

I lose myself in a kind

dazed and diminished I am

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tumult Not a Fear.


The thunder is in full swing

the rain has taken its wings

the tumult is  not a fear anymore

being a pleasure  all the more

the breeze blows gently

moist laden in plenty

a beautiful experience

after a day of a penance

one  of unbearable heat

enough to beat

even a strong lad

it seemed very bad

as of now the rains

pour in a voluminous  strain

blessed be the people around

cheer being seen in the surround.kaboom

 

Wedding


A wedding ring

shines with a  bright gleam

reflects the life to be.

 

A wedding quiet

all done in a sober

illustrates the solemnity.

 

A wedding altogether

a union of two hearts

an amalgamation  serene.

 

A wedding in itself

rests not on the  wedding bells

a thrust on love.

 

 

 

 

Gradually.


Gradually it grows

not so fast in a way

not so high and tall

stages be its call.

 

Gradually it flows

not in a rush in a way

not so strong and  high

stages in tries.

 

Gradually it learns

not in a quick  way

not so brilliant in part

stages in  a sort.

 

Slow and steady wins the race

goes the maxim in a trace

the process being regular in all

the registration be better in call.

 

 

 

Submission Rules


The rules for submissions

do rarely promote writing

stifles the creative inclination

anyway, they are restrictions.

 

The best way to write as often

could be a free flow of thought

of course, with a  minute attention

to content,grammar, and punctuations.

 

Many go past these rules in one form

more or less they do not heed the periods

otherwise, most writings  are within norms

though not as excellent as psalms .

 

Could be said of submission rules in general

as many famed writers came not under rule general

they wrote so beautifully  on all,  in general

a way to learn as how to in way general.