Category: Poetry

Pain Is Abstract.

Pain is abstract.
To me, it is intact.
be it in the physic
it keeps brusque
be it in the mind
it ties you in a kind.

Pain is disabling
it pulls you invariably
your body gives way possibly
so does the mind instantly
a collapse is there unresistingly.
death could be the end instantaneously.

Pain is unbearable
with the tag unable
a kill and a gnaw
holds you in a claw
writhing in pain you fall
no one would attend your call.

Pain to me is never abstract
it does exist in fact
closes with a folded hands
never relaxes the band
it stifles you all the way through
that be the pain in true

Tags abstract, pain, Poem

enigma Poetry

A Circulate — Metaphorical

Post author By meenas17
Post date May 1, 2015
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A belief as of now
could be a best of your know
it is not in the flow
comes so sudden in a blow.

What for is the prelude?
you might ask in an interlude
but so far if you could
go with it as you would.

Stil, it is an enigma
you would be in a dilemma
it is none the less a stigma
could be in a way a sigma.

Gosh! I am still not very clear
what is it all about? you fear
as you get close and near
you would realise, my dear

Tags circulate, Poem

adult Poetry young

I Go Back

Post author By meenas17
Post date May 1, 2015
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I have a son
who is always fun
climbs he on the trees
calls from there cheese
jumps down with a thud
tramps on the plants with buds
runs up to the road fast
turns back without a cast
plays on the heap of sand
rolls down with a noisy land
it is curious to see him play
Oh, I have forgotten all the more
the son of mine is young no longer
he is a responsible father now
his son would play the same way as of now.

Tags Poem, son, tree

indicative. Poetry

The Indicative Words.

This falls into that
that converges into this
one being a little near
the other being very far
the pointing goes with the finger
the indication shows the range
this and that are relative words
used often in this world
an easy way to place the status
a facilitator to remain out of focus
well, that be the nuance of the language
the greatness of the English language.

Tags Poem, position, that, this, words.

Poetry

It Is Love— haiku.

It is love
a true and great love
a love genuine

It is love
an erotic and passionate love
a love infatuated.

It is love
an affectionate and unrequited love
a love motherly.

It is love
well accepted and looked up
a love great.

So be love
different and different in love
altogether is love.

Tags genuine, Great, infatuated, Poem, true

Poetry

The Temple festival

It is a temple festival
there is a carnival
year after year, it takes place
people from around race to see
the God with a personal plea
kavadis and paal kudams abound
the breaking of coconuts in the ground
has grown from hundreds to thousands
all along the procession route
their bhakthi bears fruit
the town council makes money
with the shops in makeshift funny
an amount of few hundred thousand
all from the rentals of hundred shops
a fairly good revenue each year
the council does nothing much to cheer
the management spends from their pocket
run the show without any brackets
the main aim is to honour the Lord
that they do without any fraud
nobility needs to be recognised
has to be honoured too.

Tags Festival, Poem, temple

curse Poetry stealth

A Character.

A call just now
a friend of mine spoke
so innocent in a row
feigned innocence in hold
she never looks bold
certainly a character to watch
you could never catch
she is so slippery and pleasant
moves about in a manner decent
what is in her mind no one knows
as she makes no foes
goes on with an ease in all
very careful not to tread and fall
intrudes stealthily into others
straightens herself from their curse
I, for one, got carried away
I have seen through the play
hereinafter I should be awry
as she is a being very scary.

Tags feign, innocence, Poem

Poetry Transitory

The Cycle Of Life.

The transitoriness bewilders
happen to see a procession
one of a wedding on the north
another of a death on the south
the one so happy and merry
the other sad and sullen
distracted I stand with eyes hovering
what to make out of the incidents?
birth and death happen day in and day out
rejoice and pain occur one after another
the way life revolves with fun and frolic
the way it rotates with melancholy and sadness
nothing is there for years together
nothing is constant all along
I stand there with an understanding
the old has to give way to the young
the dry leaves fall as new ones shoot
this be the course of the life cycle
the dead and the fresh alternate
they could be the punctuations
a pause, a forward, a straight walk
all seen in the experience it unfolds.

Tags Life, Poem, transitoriness.

Poetry

I And My Eye.

It is the I
that comes to my eye
whenever I g to buy
it is the I
as well as the eye.
whatever I try to tie
it is the I
as well as the eye
whenever I go in a shy
it is the I
as well as the eye.
however I try to utter a lie
it is the I
as well as the eye
the I in me
and the eyes of me
give me out.

Tags "I", eye, Poem

hope Poetry significance.

Hope Hold Me

The thoughts keep me in a cross
I have to, now and then, pause
they bind me and put me to a toss
hope holds me in its claws.

The languish and lethargy I undergo
is enough tp press me to a bow
I advance in measured time and slow
hope holds me in a flow.

The life I live is meaningless
has no significance and is senseless
I live so as to live in a less
hope share with me its bless.

If not for hope I would have gone long back
packed my bags and left it back
I sustain all these for a pack
that hope promises to extend to me on the track