The process log
looks simple but extends long
being very long.
Category: Poetry
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One To Ten
Three, two, one
the shots of the gun
heard from afar
came near
four, five and six
the dirty tricks
played at the back
came in a pack
seven, eight and nine
the intentions in line
showed up in a kind
could that be a find?
finally the ten
very much into the den
exposed the link in a trend
not related to a bend.
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The Fault
The fault lies not in me
says he with a glee
why does he profess happiness?
what for he is so tense?
if the fault is not is
let go off in a wish
no harm to him at any cost
a smart way out on the world
is to keep up the word
that be the way of life
as a word is one of honour
if not for reasons best known
not able to fulfill the promise as sworn
tender an apology with a serious concern
that would be a pretty discern.
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The Noon
It is going to be noon
the sun is right over the head
its rays penetrate too soon
scorches the body red.
At noon the glorious sun
stands straight without a move
it never goes for a run
but pays havoc in a prove.
The windows and doors are closed
none of the rays pass in
yet the sun’s heat enters the enclosed
grips the residents without a din.
The air circulated is hot
it stifles and strangles in slow
unable to make a start
the people resign to the fate in no glow.
The ripe berries
look like beautiful red cherries
seen with ease,
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A Little Away
She stares icy cold
makes one lose his bold
she is firm and has a hold
does not in any way fold
she is meticulous
never ridiculous
very diligent in her work
nothing is done in hurried stroke
she has a reserved outlook
never she could be a crook
such be her stand in life
a little away from the ordinary.
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The Doors Open.
The doors of my house
stayed without a close
had been so for many years.
The doors of my house
remains tight in a close
has been so in recent years.
The doors do see a change
that too in a range
opened and closed in status.
The doors wide open
now do not reopen
the opposing forces in tone.
The house once hosted the family
now has the oldies really
that be the difference greatly.
The house rejoiced with life
now stays quiet in a strive
not very much in live.
The change is so prominent
it has become dominant
finds
an uneasiness in the deviant.
Fall into a category
get into the queue
go with a majority
flow with a tide
are all that come up
when you deviate
not for the bad
but out of dislike
you stand confused
came out with a disgust
to go again into the realms
prove to be fatal
so keep yourself to your coordinates
never merge with the multitude.
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Life Becomes Wonderful
The days fly
with no time
as I try
to make them chime
the days see no flutter
I do many a trick
one being an incessant chatter
it does not click
I attempt to smile pleasantly
still it works not
I then go to help willingly
it turns a lot
my days look meaningful
my
life has become wonderful.
It is a despise, pure despise
surrounds me all over
I turn to my left
I could see red shot eyes
emit hatred and anger
shying away I slowly see on the right
horrible it is in a way
it is yellow all through
jealousy is seen through
running away place my sight in front
terrible it is in a shot
it is green in a cast
greed with a blast
with fear I turn back
it is still very scary
it is black all dark
feel some evil behind
I sit where I am
close the eyes as tight as I can
the colours red, yellow, green and black
make me shudder with pain.
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