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Straight ———-Honourable


It is a straight

takes you right

it is a straight

makes you bright

it is a straight

lessens your fright

it is a straight

extends a light

it is a straight

lends you a height

it is a straight

extends a foresight

well, being straight

gives you a lot more right.

It is a line straight

displays a discipline right

It is a road straight

reduces the hassles right.

It is a figure straight

adds to the personality of a person right.

It is a move straight

shows you the way to progress right.

It is a thought straight

enlivens your inner self right.

It  is words straight

go in to talk about your integrity right.

Well, it is always straight

exalts you with honour right.

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day glad light Poetry

Sad In A Shuttle


sadSad, an antithesis of glad

a shock leaves one sad

a loss makes one grieve

a feel very difficult to  believe

sadness leads to a deviation

you go into  a depression

sad is a part of life they say

never would that be I pray

the sun and  the moon appear all the same

day and night  go about in a game

good and bad exist in the same plane

rich and poor live in the same lane

sadness does enter at the unexpected time

places you in a not so rhythmic chime

happens to all you be not an exception

face it with a brave heart with no deception

overcome it with a stoicism in the go

tears would drown you in their flow

pour out your panic in full fledge

the heart becomes lighter  in a pledge

forget the episode as the days fly

sadness would leave you in a fly.

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Stylish –In The Saddle.


stylishBeing elegant as always

chiselled and swift in ways

a personality in a trend

stylish be it called

the one who is so

looks great in the go

pleasant and cool as  it is

subtle and strong be it a bliss

dressed  with no gaudiness

move with a tenderness

the eyes being kind

with no trace of evil in the find

the heart pure with no thoughts  ill

on the whole a being of no evil

comes like a gentle breeze

attired in clothes creased

speaks so sweet and with content

voice not raised at any context

firm and straight in the words

at any cost takes not the sword

a beautiful creation and an exalted human

stylish be the word to describe the man.

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Satire—–In A Subtle


The political tease

pointing the mistakes in easesatire

bringing those down from the trees

who beautifully eat up the cheese

throw the crumbs in a, please

the excess they commit is  heinous

be it in administration very atrocious

so in the behaviour very dubious

the satire comes into the play

a subtle attack  does pay

as it cleverly flays

puts the concerned to shame

makes them very tame

turns them lame

the satire does a trick

not only in politics quick

goes into the others as well in a pick

literature abounds with satire

poems and dramas wear this attire

checks the aberrations without a tire

a form humorous and onerous as well.

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beige paint Poetry

The Age Old Biege —- Steeped In Tradition


courtallamHouse becomes a home 

when you love it

grows aplomb

when you live in it

incites a lively roam

within it

the  attachment  towards home

increases bit by bit.

The home I live

a sprawling one  as such

is a lovely give

a gift from my mother with a touch

you might believe

she be too generous as much

she did not deceive

at least in this  too much.

Almost in it for  three decades and half

I have become one with it in all

the pleasant colours on the walls  laugh

they  come out with a reliable call

I look through the minute details with a cough

as I scrutinise the cracks on the wall

they be not magnified but small and not tough

I walk  past satisfied  in all.

It is time to paint the exterior and interior as well

I talk to myself  loudly

the paint has started to fade slowly in a tell

I reminisce rather faintly

the doors and windows need a refurbish as well

I jot down the fields diligently

it would cost me a fortune I recollect the past as well

I calculate the expenses rightly.

I think of the colours and themes

a good combination to work along

I do, redo and redeem

as if I am composing a song

it is a task  requiring a seam

a uniformity gradual not too long

I contemplate the whole day referring the themes

finally, strike  the age old Beige  as strong.

The theme would match my home so beautifully

being a structure where tradition  is the sequence

I mix and match the colour with my home carefully

work on the spot the pros and cons in a reference

the  building would appear stately

with the solemn hue all the more displays a reverence

the imperious reflection is intoxicating and lovely

the chosen colour would enhance its charm with a difference.

Settled now with the theme and colour in a stroke

I indulge in the cost calculation seriously

lest it should not beat me and initiate a broke

I enquire the dealers about the price immediately

with the quotes from the dealers in the note

I derive the expenditure swiftly

a refresh of the bank balance in a stroke

I decide to go for it squarely.

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Swift —–A Scuttle


swift as a horseIt is a swift turn

sharp as it could be

a jerk and push  on the way

accelerated all through.

It is a swift action

quick as a lightning

all through in a second

speeding all through.

It is a swift speech

sudden and quick

all over in no time

spurting out all through.

It is a swift  look

in a flash and focused

penetrates all the more

scuttles in no time.

Swift like a horse they say

galloping in a trot

the slender legs move fast

a march fast in a way.

Swift you be in all

could make you tall

go about in moderate speed

would design a great deed.

Swift, of late has many more

being the bank code

a name of the car

all so many in the word swift

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father husband mother Poetry

The Advice I Breached ——-An Intimate Story


It was a decade back, I think so

chaotic it was on that day

remember it was a Pongal day

a call early morning woke me that day.

I heard of a disaster early in the morning

my parents got marooned in their home in the morning

the police were around for reasons known early in the morning

demanding them to pay the cotton dues so early in the morning.

My brother called me and spoke worriedly

bade me come at once to the place hurriedly

I broke down and cried bitterly

shaken almost to the core really.

My husband and sons came to my rescue

comforted me as much as they could in a view

saying,  nothing unceremonious is due

quietened me and cleared my mind off the blue.

The phone rang continuously

my brother pleaded me to come immediately

I stood helplessly all the more shaking vigorously

my heart fluttered intermittently.

My husband intruded at that time

kindly told me not to panic  this time

your presence would not be needed during the time

thinking for a while I acceded gracefully this time.

It was the other way in a short period

the third call from  my brother  serious

snapped  my resolution into pieces

I dashed   knowing not I would be torn into pieces.

I stood dumbfounded as I entered

the police had encircled

my father was deeply disturbed

not to say about my poor mother.

I rushed to them sobbing

the police detained me by pushing

I took my mother in  my arms tightly

only to be cursed by my father acrimoniously.

Know not why my father was furious all through

I consoled my mother and caressed her all through

much to the chagrin of my dad very untrue

who  stared at me with anger with rye.

Even then my love for them was out of bounds

I did not mind my dad’s thoughts  in the bound

I approached the Officers  with a prayer and a bond

begged them to let the couple free from the round.

The stranger be the Official, I am not familiar

listened to me with a patience very similar

would have conceded to my pleas in a similar

if not for my father’s interruption very unfamiliar.

The Police officer  could not understand the status

the father accusing a daughter hocuspocus

his reasons being baseless and bogus

took me aside and  forced me to go  from the focus.

That day saw the end of my relationship with my dad

it might sound incredible and bad

my husband whisked me away as quick as possible all sad

my sons followed us  with heads held high in a way glad.

The brother who called  in so many tries

did not come at the time of the crisis

he was behind the curtains literally  shy

perhaps it was his plot to trap  me.

I do not blame him or my  other siblings

nor do I accuse my parents of their inklings

it was my folly that has brought this foreboding

well, I could never forget the day to my husband

Entirely away from my parents for the rest of my days

I sought relief in my own family through the days

if only I had listened to my husband that day

I would have been celebrated all the days.

It is destiny my heart cries.

it is impertinence my mind points out.

Whatever it was I was shattered

never could a father behave so atrocious.

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gaiety ostentatious Poetry resonance

Simple ——– Not A Boggle


simpleSimple as it seems

a word used so often

does not gleam

entails a soften

simple a logarithmic expression

controls too many an impression

could never indicate a repercussion

always denotes a progression

simple could you be

could your manners be

as all include the  tone ordinary

bereft of glamour extraordinary

the talk encompasses plain words

the behaviour boards

a cordiality  in a solicit

a kindliness in the light

a no nonsense type

nothing snobbish in the pipe

spontaneous and regular

graceful and not one of vigour

a lively person in the go

could be found with a bow

an affability  is seen all through

no inhibitions in true

that be to a person

could be ascribed to others too

be in a scenery  pure and pretty

the one that provokes a gaiety

noticed in a writing plain and straight

a living graceful and bright

bereft of ostentatious and gaudiness

simple is a strain having a mild resonance

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mother outburst Poetry smile triumphant.

I Adhere To My Mother’s Advice


Where have you been?

quoth my mother

I go nowhere she knows throughout

still she asks so day in and day out.

A strict mother she was all through

her eyes always behind me

none could escape her watch

quick she was able to catch.

A good taskmaster she had been

rigorous in her coaching of subjects

excelled she in grammar and language

a small tense  mistake was enough to enrage.

Drew she so well and beautiful

taught me the lines and sketch

I proved a perfect foil

her chidings forced  me to recoil.

Music was her strength  and passion

an accomplished veena player she   was

I rose up to a level of  expectations

never did I indulge in any improvisations.

Listened to her always with attention

the determination was her forte

much more did I yearn  to be like her  in all

could not reach her heights  being a call.

The advice I received was not one  in the flow

it was  much idealism I imbibed from her

the most relevant being to be firm all through

whatever might be the course in true.

It happened so on one  occasion

I broke down and cried all the way

unable to bear me crying so bitterly

she  embraced me so warmly.

Never did she ask the reason

kept patting me for long

her fingers flowed through my hair

that way she extended care.

I folded and fell on her lap

only to be cajoled and coaxed all the more

I could not suppress my outburst

out came my hurt in expressions, not the best.

Having  declared as the first rank holder

with a gold medal to deign forth

I came to know there was another one in the helm

being slotted to the coveted status of the realm.

My heart tore apart with a fierce disappointment

so far I was the only one in the field

how did another come up so sudden

left me in an unusual burden.

Hoping my mother would cry with me

looked up to find her reaction

smiled she with a condescendence

a little twinkle flashed with a reference.

She took my arms with such affection

squeezed my hand with a feeling

” buck up my child”mother comforting daughter  she broke the silence

you are still in the race more so in reverence.

Competition is always there in life

win or lose is the game  we see all through

you have won  and you would be triumphant

if you embolden and stay away from being rampant.

I did succeed that entry with flying colours

many more laurels came in my way

why the mother I loved so much turned hostile

yet I pursued  with a diligence and succeeded in an exile.

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Strangle ————-A Battle


illustration-of-a-man-strangling-other-713846A tight fist  holds the neck

the throat gets stuck

unable to move could only buck

strangle comes into force

has not been in the course

never did occur in the flow

could anyone expect it with a know

impossible quoth the mind

being a differential kind

could not lead the blind

well, strangling unmindfully

the fist fastens to it relentlessly

the throat is chocked to the core

the voice dies down with a roar

could that be the endI tremble

no, that is only the preamble

the metaphor strikes apart

the bad that shows up  be the belief

with a gaudy sense  of relief

uncermoniously is bellowed down

trapped and massacres by the drone

a literal strangle looks mild

the deep insight into the nuances  is filed

strangle is a battle fought with no luck

a submission more or less like a tame duck.