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dirty nauseating Poetry regret.

A Dirty Game.


People take discipline in their hands

never follow the rules in hand

each one tries his way and argues

says it is the best in a review

knock the door and enter is common

barge in without information is uncommon

this is what people around me do

not literally I mean this entry in due

similar faults happen for the worse

one uses the other ignoring the curse

a man discreetly uses the other’s staff

he is not bothered about the scoff

the bait is the money at large

the staff goes behind in a scourge

both accomplish the job

the loser is the one who gave the job

many more incongruities would come to light

the employer brushes aside all these to avoid a fight

it is cheap and nauseating behaviour of both

the one who uses and the one who serves

they go on without any regret or a feel of shame

well, these are the days of the blame

they prosper  as they have played a dirty game.dirty game

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imperious Poetry regal

The Beautiful Black Bird.


It is a beautiful bird

comes and sits right at the top

not a colourful bird

its looks make one to stop

black in colour

dazzling ans shiny

seen through my parlour

not huge nor tiny

regal in its gait

pleasing in its decor

has a tiny plait

the wings occasionally flutter

trots imperiously

around my garden  joyfully

glides along  tweeting  merrily

flies away magnificently.

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decisive. Poetry quick

Quick Decision


It is a decision I value

I shrug being indecisive

not want to review

I go with it never turn back.

I hate those who procrastinate

they do it very late

well, that be their fate

as none would stand in the gate.

A quick decision gives gain

as a stitch in time saves nine

go with it in a flicker

surely you would glitter.decision

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belittle penetrate pierce Poetry sting

The Change In Me – Of late.


Of late I have become  sharp

my words sting people say

I never feel that way

my look sticks people say

I never feel that way

my action pierces people say

I never feel that way

my ideas penetrate people say

I never feel that way.

my attitude belittles others people say

I never feel that way

I had been the way I am

right from the day

I knew to talk and interact

never had I been sharp, piercing

I had been silent and  quiet

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what not and what else

I am what I am

all through my days.

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Poetry

An Entertainment Without Fee.


monkeys playOn and off I am entertained

I do not buy tickets

I am fortunate enough

not a penny on tickets

sit at my patio long enough

behind the fastened gate

gaze at the tree opposite

the concert starts with a beat

the little one walks into the site

attempts a somersault  greet

his brother walks in merrily

incessant chatter from behind

the mother slowly moves in cheerfully

followed by the majestic father in a bind

all the four now hop and jump

the mother carries the baby in her pouch

the brother runs away from the sight

the father runs behind him as such

the baby cries for milk as he is hungry

mama feeds him then and there

sucking the baby goes to sleep peacefully

the father returns with the brother

screws up  his ears in  an admonition

the brother squeaks with pain and cries

with that the screen comes down

the players go back to the trees.

could anything be more entertaining?

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contemplation Poetry

Solemn In Turn.


An understanding of what I have

a thought so  deep and intense

could never turn into a pretence

well, that is what I have.

A contemplation of the events I see

they seem to be bizarre to view

I could not see them anymore with glee

they are to be  purported to a vision  blue.

The slide show I would like to call them

come one by one in a sequence

the one overlapping the other in quantum

would lead to an awareness in a piquancy.

With an awakening and a rise

counting the results in a column

shedding of the pretext and disguise

should turn sobsolemner and solemn.

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eligible marriage Poetry

The Most.Eligible Bachelor


The most eligible bachelor

married a beautiful girl

became an envy of all in a course

as every fairy tale would go

they lived happily ever after

not so with this bachelor

as he is of a  different  cast

it is a sip and a taste  fast

first of all in the run

he was not a bachelor in turn

leave alone the eligibility

which does not count with veracity

he had one or two or even more

live in relationships in an alien soil

he married the beautiful girl  to foil

the institution of marriage and its sanity

his parents well known for their vanity

arranged the marriage with keen insight

a dubious attempt not to be taken in light

a girl was born to this heartless man

who extracted much joy from his wife as he can

then  went joyfully across to his live-ins

ditching the wife and  the child into the dustbin

that could be the doom of  the marriage

nay it continues in a rocky land with a limp

the parents still roam about and quip

they would be united in a short while.

believers believe the words fully

the majority condemn the atrocity.

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narration Poetry storytelling

The Burglary Day In And Day Out.


Met a friend of mine a day ago

talked of many issues in the go

she would narrate  a burglary

whenever I meet her regularly

she would keep her face so serious

her eyes would emit a fear innocuous

she would begin with a big ado

relates the incident one by one in a row

the old woman got up in between the night

she felt restless and her breath was tight

she tossed in her bed all too tired

she saw someone moving in the side

could that be her imagination she thought

nay not it was a man  who had barged in

she was all alone in the house

rang up her friend who stayed close

before he could come the man had left

she opened the door with fear intact

the man had made good of her gold locket

as well as the cash she had in her  purse pocket.

I heard the story with great interest

not that the incident  was an burglaryarrest

the storytelling was my friend’s asset.

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humour. Poetry

Me Snoring.


As I was snoring

heard a roaring

got up from my sleep

being very deep

unable to open my eyes

sat up in a peculiar size

pressed my eyelids

played with it like a kid

saw through the windows

rains lashing madly below

scared to a great extent

fell on my pillow at a distance

closed my eyes with fear

the sleep which is very dear

came and embraced me

let go the rain and  roar

I went back to my snore.snoring

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exhilaration glory Poetry

An Inexplainable Story


It is a far away place

away even to trace

no one should know

away from the daily flow

the  sun should rise  late

lethargic and lazy of date

shine a little and hide a while

bright and dark in an alternative style

the wind soft and feather like

goes past striking the face  alike

could resemble a kiss and an embrace

chivalrously bestowed with grace

the rains should come like a sprinkle

a shower so light and petal soft  in a tickle

while I sit there besotted at the top

besieged by none of my worldly thoughts

just breathing and breathing out the fresh air

my nostrils swell with gusto as there be none to share

my mind traverses across in a flight of fancy

wishes to land nowhere but sail in a trance

an unexplained tranquillity prevails

as I gaze around quoting a hail

Hail To Thee, Nature in all your glory

an exhilaration beyond an explainable story.natures-glory-flora-ehrlich