That day is a Red Letter Day
important in a way
great in a stay
not easy to play
more difficult to replay
it came in a sway
nay not in a day
in an infinity as they say
all turned gay
to see the day
held
us in a bay
aptly called The Red Letter Day
Category: Poetry
Categorical
The Medallion
A medallion could be
a decoration to see
honours who wears
a design to care
could be for bravery
also for the integrity
might refer to discipline
an excellence of shine
military credentials in strength
academic brilliance in depth
peace efforts a culmination
scientific research in improvisation
feels not insecure
could hold hid head high
would not hide in shy
a reward very precious
an award covetous
all try hard towards
a fortunate few go forward
the reach of the medallion is extensive
the pride it gives is intensive.
The Overflow
The water overflows
with a gushy force
inundates the land around
marshy becomes the surround
the dampness is so soggy
the feet becomes muddy
as we walk through the place
cautious of a fall in case.
Melancholy sets in gradually
the heart pounds inordinately
could hear a sob intermittently
tears drop down slowly
the face turns puffy
heart-rending it is totally
as we sit watch helplessly
know not how to stop. immediately.
Situations can be linked to nature
being a great healer
the overflows of the water and feelings
relate to each other without readings
statistics and data do not approve
they say it is but a falsity in proves
the parallels might be fictional
Her eyes are expressive
speak volumes and volumes
at times emit sadness
that tells stories
of the past and present
need not to hear words
the eyes do tell us
of the events that depressed
the tragedies all through
the struggles underwent
all are stored up in the eyes
that do shed a light
and oppress the heart
with an ambiguity incomprehensible
Well, eyes reflect the thoughts
they are lively and much sought
a part of the human system
very sharp and irreparable
as eyesight is essential
and eyes do give out
the emulation of the mind
rightly called the mirror
comes out with an image
String of Three
English be not my mother tongue
the primary language I studied
along with my ancient mother tongue
with the flair for both indeed
I pursued the study
reached the level of masters
not in both actually
English took me over faster came
came out with honours really
worked on my language Tamil too
it came naturally to me
a language with intricacies not few
hard to get through in glee
French, a lovely tongue musical to the ears
was my second language in college
delighted to read the French literature for years
these three had made me full fledged
know not how well I write in English,
nor do I know my status in Tamil
dare not I venture to write in French
this way my life goes in peace
stringed with three languages in ease.
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Nice of you to call me
I am in an untold glee
want to talk to you
like to see you
a pull back I feel
holds me in a steal
it is hard to refrain
I know it is for a gain
so I patiently wait
hope to see you straight
the day is not far off
I heartily laugh
Well, that way I reconcile
What a world I could make?
as all seem to be in a fake
a creation in a dream
with illuminations in a gleam
would be the best possibility
Yes, I see around in style
the land that surrounds me
supplies all I want without trial
I find a cheerful abundance
which call not for any reference
the prosperity overwhelms
beyond the specified realms
I hover around with eyes open
I could spot nothing inferior even in token
the children play and learn with a relish well looked after with
well looked after with a cherish
the aged walk in an elegant stride
share their experience with pride
not one of them staggers or wobbles
look fresh and free of troubles
the commercial transact in terms straightforward
no deals are performed with an exchange inward
threats of terrorism have no place
if at all they are gimmicks in case
hijack is an absentee in the world of mine
the hide and seek takes place in a shine
abuse and misuse are not thought at all
be them in words, matter or material in call
women are held in high esteem
never they undergo hardships extreme
distinctions between poor and rich are unknown
as everyone is moderately well off and well known
with a lovely house and a caring family
a job well paid and no struggle in the rally
the life in my world goes about happily
a gracious blessing it is hopefully
Well, this would be the world I wish to make
simple as it could be easy to take
I want no frills or drills along the sides
I require plain transparency with no abide
If this world could be created as I wish
I see a Heaven on earth with an eternal bliss.
Lovely is my circumspection by all deeds
Great it would be if I succeed!
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