Grades do not matter
quality does matter
the preparations do not matter
the performance matters
so with that the events take place
well, if anything else that matters
it is the sequence in a matter
contents arranged in a schedule matters
ideas with a presentation matter
ideals excellent do matter
instructions prudent matters
in a way all that matters
stretches across with a matter.
Category: Poetry
Want to know the next ones
be not a very different one
a curiosity is ones’s
a quality so peculiar on the one
found almost one and one
the mind prods with a one
could be insightful in the one
could be an inquisitiveness in the one
anyhow a penetration is not the one
could lead to a
reprimand on the one
could be a decor of the one
almost it is the individual in one
goes up with a deluge in ones.
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The Months And Their Chosen Path.
April is the month of poetry
so what does May become
could it be a month of songs
and June a month of novels
dramas take July
while August calls for prose
come September it is specifications
that of a horror storytelling
as October could be of mysterious ones
know why Halloween would strike up
while the winter approaches
November with its chill
could be devoted to thrillers
while December rings with Christmas carols
January the advent of the New Year
resonates
with Happy New Year
and February settles in a sober mood
as it could revolve around crimes
marching into March we arrive at the desk
with reviews and recollections of the year gone.
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Tens And Hundreds.
I do not earn anything
leave alone tens or hundreds
but I spend.
I do not save anything
not tens or hundreds
but I spend.
I do not invest
never in tens or hundreds
but I spend.
How could you?
without tens and hundreds spend
you might ask.
I myself do not know
as tens or hundreds do not hold me
I spend in spite.
I am supposed to be thrifty
a person without tens and hundreds.
Is it not a best joke?
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Call Me What You Want.
Call me what you want
as I am daughter
to my parents
a wife to my husband
a sister to my siblings
a mother to my children.
Call me what you want
according to your age
if young call me granny
if an adult address me as aunt
if a little older as sister
anyway, 
as you please.
Call me what you want
never call me a wife
as I could be to only one
a relation not to be shared
a connection very exclusive
once and only for a lifetime.
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A For Apple
A for apple
shout the children in a babble
jumping on the table.
Being a song
has been there for long
the alphabet song.
Wednesday’s child is full of woe
goes the rhyme in a row
each day’s child has a quality
assigned perhaps to rhyme with validity
so does the stars have characteristics
each one tries to be futuristic
the child’s star foretells his sway
could also direct his way
do they concur or not is any one’s belief
a good prediction releases a relief
a bad one gives a hard feel with frustration
well, the astrologer’s are not incarnations
have their own defaults to an extent
take it or not it is your own talent
sayings are not maxims with an authority
guide or misguide one without authenticity
so goes the rhyme Friday’s child is full of grace
whilst I know children of both days in a phase
none agree to the terms and conditions as set forth
sisters who were born on these days whom I know
easily slip into the other day’s mantle in the go.
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The Turn Of Events
The turn of events
happens with a speed
not very different
the unruly always unruly
the obedient never disobedient
the events, however, turn and turn
the aggressive on a little provocation
ignite and embitter the nation
the docile remain docile for long
a piquant and a sordid situation
much against any denomination.
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The Cockpit Of A Plane
In the cockpit of a plane
there was a fight in plain
the flight was on its way
the fight was going all day
the captain’s instruction went unheard
the co-pilot took the control instead
beat and slapped the captain for no reason
the passengers on board travelled in ignorance
their lives in crew’s hands through the distance
the captain prudently deviated path
landed deftly at the nearest spot
the situation is unimaginable
the event sounds incredible.
I talk in my mother tongue
Tamil being the tongue
I felt at home with my mother
so do I talk in the tongue of my mother
she had a great love for the vernacular
found mistakes in my writings without a binocular
I did learn English and French
could write and speak French
English is special to me
I mastered it with no fee
still I prefer my own language
as I wish to acknowledge
the richness and exuberance
the 
epics and poetry are so intense
drama and novels are mind-blowing
its grammar and syntax are excruciating
Tamil is an ocean with references
I have a great reverence
and I salute its veracity
as it commands a versatility
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