Category: Poetry

The Rains In My Town

it is the rains
the much-awaited signs
come with a reign supreme
it has been my dream
to see the rains for long
nature has thwarted my song
I jumped and sang in my younger days
when I saw the rain I became gay
now I hold my breath and stare
at the rains with a feigned dare
The droplets gather slowly
in an increased speed rapidly
come down with a force
a beautiful sight to behold in the course
the rains come not alone
bring along its friends known
thunder and lightning accompany
the blast and a tumult comply
along with a flash and brightness
the rains fall thud, thud, in a resonance
a fantasy for me to espy
like to run into the rains and cry
the rains would fall on my head
drop through my nose ahead
my tongue would swap the water in quick
Oh! I would like to play and kick.

Tags Poem, rains

Poetry

New Delhi.

Seen not many places
seen a few of them
that be the important cities
seen not my own capital city
been born and lived so long
that be New Delhi
a beautiful city they say
thrives with a population
lies on a beautiful layout
has many architectural wonders
along a wide sprawling gardens
the city turns misty in the winter
becomes cold during the season
transforms into a hot dusty city
being so in summer
the mercury rises abnormally
a most controversial city
different in appearance
so much apart from the other capitals
yet it breathes life incessantly
never it sleeps to wake.

Tags capital, City, Poem

heaven Poetry

I Live Here.

Coming back home
I feel so happy
this site being my home
so beautiful and lovely
I am more active here
live with my poems
talk while I write
sing while I think
smile while I decipher
cry when nothing comes to my mind
Well, here I live a life
with a meaning all through
my friends peep in at times
with remarks and likes
I say a hell to them
all done in my mind
Well, it is the mind that makes
a hell of heaven
and a heaven of hell
and I make it both
with my temper and behave
well, that is life
the good and the bad together.

Tags Poem

criticism Poetry

Thick Skin

I like to be criticized.
it is criticism all the way
that has allowed me to stay
could be from a learned on
that gave me a footing in tone
could be from an illiterate person
extended a humiliation for no reason.

People find joy in hurting others
they talk softly with a touch of a feather
inflict a strong hurt in their course
their remarks come with a force
unable in a way to accept
they never at any cost regret
cause a turbulence in the mind of the receiver.

This is not new to me at any time
criticism is the second of my being
always had been at the receiving end
never do I attach importance to this trend
as a child and as an adult
now as a senior, the scorn in fact
has no impact on my thick skin.

Tags Poem, thick.

Poetry

Speeding And Stealing.

Speeding car drivers are penalised
speeding thieves are not
Overspeed is a fault
Crash open the bolt
steal and kill
are they not faults?
this is what came to my mind
as I saw the news reports
which tells in detail about
the penalties and punishment
for the car drivers could be an arrest
or a heavy penalty at the worst
could be also extended to burglary as well.

Tags Poem, Speed

fascination Poetry

Fascination —– A Concept.

Post author By meenas17
Post date May 14, 2015
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Fascination depends on each
could be different in a reach
a child loves toys
they are his joy
a girl likes a beautiful dress
it must be her press
you might like money
makes you sunny
I might love to write
puts me in the path right
each one likes and lives
that renders them an allow

Tags likes, loves., Poem

Poetry tatters. tired

Obsession Truly

Too much obsessed with worldly matters
I am very much tired and in tatters
the politics has its own image
one of greed and cheat at all stage.
the business goes with a motto
profit and profit all the more
the family tries to sweep
with the wants and wishes deep
unable to come to terms either way
I stand deposed from my stay
could a close of my life
bring tranquility to my soul
I would be more than pleased
it should come to me fast I implead
would it come soon to me all the more?

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earn learn. rush Poetry

Learn To Earn.

The season comes to my land
not any way with Nature
a way it goes with a brand
being that of admission of stature
right from play school to professional
a rush and fuss altogether
the former by those who seek in general
the latter by those who give rather
what a demand! I look with aghast
learning has become an obsession in the east
the clamour for seats in schools best
no matter how high the fees are in least
the aspiration to become educated is not for love
it depends on the earnings in total
money is the magical word that persuades
an achievement in the monetary sense
never for wisdom as many consider it a nonsense.

Tags learning, Poem

converstion deceit Poetry

Tags ask, Poem, stars

Poetry

He Also Writes.

A letter forwarded
came as a surprise
long back, I have read
a similar one of a type
the art of writing I know
calls for simplicity in a flow
where words are like flowers
soft and delicate in a course
this letter I read
had high strung words
not one was beautiful
all were rugged and incomprehensible
know not the writer would himself know
for a stupid is referred as a nincompoop
writes he, the descendants are in existence
none so far has departed, a redundancy
he writes like this from times long ago
thinks he is the best writer in terms
never would I vouch for him in terms.