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farewell. Poetry

The Wish To fold


As years run in speed

the vision of death appears near

feel a full life has been lived  indeed

it is time to pack the bags , my dear.

farewell

Recollections lead to a composure

the days gone were lively in a charm

wish to enable a foreclosure

could that not bring no harm?

Reliving the past is a task chronic

the agility has dissapiated

an enactment of the past will be ironic

as the energy has depleted.

Death stares at me for long

smilles at me with a satisfaction

I reciprocate with a song

set to music with  a joyful reflections.

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Poetry

I Am A Stone


Confusion keeps me locked

my thoughts are blocked

my mind is cloaked

my heart is rocked

my voice is choked

I stare at the stone

well, I myself astonem a stone.

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Boston Poetry revolution

The Boston Tea Party.


Over a cup of tea

decisions are taken  in glee

from the Boston Tea party

an iconic event in American History

triggered the American revolution

the tax on tea  caused the indignation

a  straw could light up the fire

so did the tax flaunted the ire

the Americans  dumped the  consignment

the ocean devoured the tea with excitement

the seeds of American independence was  sown

from then on the fury  of the Americans was shown

beware not to risk your authority all the more

never say  Boston Tea partylightly  it is only a cup of tea anymore.

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endure pass. Poetry

Ignore Adversity.


Better not to know

that which is adverse

be it in health or in life

endure and pass on

knowing is disastrous

drains the energy

fear sets in  unknowingly

that would kill you

even before the dreaded disease.

could be a wrong outlook

a deviation from the course

yet I do stick to it

would never stray away

that be zig-ziglar-quotes-about-not-giving-up-staying-strong my perception.

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angelic Poetry

Angelic Demeanor


I am not an angel

with all goody in me.

.I am not an angel

with piety in me.

I am not an angel

with  all kindness in me.

I am not an angel

with cordiality in me.

I am not an angel

with all smiles in me.

I am a human

with good and bad in me.

I am a human

atheism and narcissism in me.

I am a human

with kindness and ruthlessness in me.

I am a human

with cordiality and hostility in me.

I am a human

with smiles and tears in me.

One  who calls himself an angel

is a liar to the core.

One with all the goodness alone

is not a human.

One that professes to be an angel

is an actor as well.

One who smiles all the time

nurtures a vengeance  behind.

Try to have a straight face

hide nothing in a phase.

Try to be truthful  always

lies would spoil you.

Try to be helpful all the same

help is beautiful.

Try to be quiet and modest

would bring you prosperity.7361983_f248

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lose Poetry

Didn’t I win?


I liked to win

didn’t I win?

before or after

now and then

I lost as ever

lost did I ?

before or after

now and then.

Yes I did

lose is to win

so I won

with my loss

failure is a stepping stone

a step for success

so I failed

I stepped ahead

I strode a little too far

it was a misstep

I fell down

a loss once again

have to step once again

Shall I try?

Might step up

could overstep

finally a misstep

Lo! I go down

it is a slide

up and down I go

Up it is  a slow climb

down it being a fast fall

Win I not!

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I do not shun

as I step ahead

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concubines flesh. Poetry

The Women Of God — Devadasis


The women of the world

from days old

had dignity and style

lived with pride all the while.

A few of them in times

out of necessity in all times

succumbed to poverty

sold their flesh incidentally.

These few of the women

were looked down as concubines

a sect that grew in terms

places where rich claimed terms.

They were part of a society

patronised by many a respectable

yet would not get respect

an oxymoron in this aspect.

They in years came to be known as Devadasi

otherwise woman of God -the Devan

their girls became properties of the temple

while the rich used them in ample.

The Devadasis  or concubines in a  general term

grew in stature devadasi  slowly turned firm

many of their children refused to become one

primarily admonished  for loss of fun.

The concubines faded away into memory

the official stamp has become a  reverie

while the unofficial exists  in full even now

the lust for flesh vibrates in a glow.

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difficult ease Poetry

Easy Submission


it is an easy submission

so did it with the  least attention

lo! could not submit

for reasons not known

tried once, twice and many times

could  not complete the action

yes, at times the easiest looks difficult

while the difficult turns very easy.submission

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live Poetry

The Country Where You Live


The country where you live

becomes your home soon

faithful you be unto it

never mind your roots

the country of origin has a hold

not too much in the way

the bondage is an affection

not more than that in a play

remember the days you spent

if at all you had lived over there

the adopted one is yours now

you earn our bread over there

provides a shelter to you in short

liberal in its extension

lively in its instigation

well, then be faithful to the land

which had made you grand.751646_14103009590023063161

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curse. Poetry

Idiocracy He Shouts


Idiocracy.idiocracy he cried out

could sense an anger in his tone

the fury being overridden by hatred

the hatred being weighed by his disbelief

the disbelief being overwhelmed by a deprive

that being the root cause for his outburst

alas!  the poor friend of mine was cheated

by all means and pros by his siblings

it is not he be a vulnerable person

he refuses to cross the median of justice

if he does with a lion heart

could overthrow them in no time

legality and the court give no respite

they add to the misery in disguise

he knows that very well  to the point

sticks to his precept of law and decorum

so his shout  “idiocracy “is the only way out.

let him be satisfied with the meagre he gets.