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comes from every side
it might at times slide
also might at times 
glide
yet remains with the tide
as we go on the ride
and have to abide
by the rules, besides
they might also hide
and come out in sight
with the trace very light
a botheration that keeps tight
well, that is how it goes about right.
That which escapes everyone
catches me with a fasten
that be the syndrome for very long now
unnoticeable becomes prominent to me
noticeable turns nothing to me too
how and why this happens to me
I wonder and ponder 
not able to get an answer
I start gazing at the most ordinary
I hear whispers in a full magnitude
I experience pain when it least hurts
I sound unlikeable and incredible
that is what I am made off full and full.
The upholstery has to be changed
the curtains require a clean up
the house needs a facelift 
the plumbing should be checked
the furniture is to be polished
the garden has to spruced up
the driveway must be swept
that be the thought every day
I roam around the house aimlessly
with a lot of thought in mind
might sound frivolous to many
as these are very ordinary
those who think of transactions
business in billions and trillions
of economy, of diplomacy and ties
these sound very idiotic and cheap
I cherish and hold my home dear
I am too much attached to her
a part of me rather in a way
the best part of me in an emphatic say.
The words hurt
scathe and tear
penetrate and pierce
force a succumb
a surrender at the most
found in a the major
the few stand back
with a rigid silence
come what may
they face with strength
invincible they are
indefatigable they seem
not in seem alone
be so in real terms
like a pillar defiant
turn off all attacks
and go with heads high!
The man dies
the woman cries
the woman dies
the man flies
revels
and rejoices
that be the choice
a woman is a toy
used as a ploy
the good and best
hatch in the man’s nest
the bad and worst ever
is born from a woman ever
that is the thumb rule
making all of us a fool
The storm blows with a fierce sweep
could feel the velocity as the trees fall deep
could see the fury as the plants and shrubs flew
could hear the whooping as, doors collapse from the glue
the storm goes up and down in great force
heaves and sighs with an explode in course.
that be the storm as seen outward
if it were a storm experienced 
inward
imagine the plight and the turbulence
the mind tosses over and over
the heart breaks into pieces with a shriek
tears roll down the cheeks
comes there the splits and torments
the head rolls and spins
a comparison unwanted and unnecessary
but unknowingly strikes in as if necessary.
Could be something?
could it be something else?
It could be.
The spoil she is
calls now and then
spills out the beans
that be not true
spreads a tale so fast
flames up like a fire
with a hurt and a pain
wantonly done
a woman, not of good heart
very sly and treacherous
likes not anyone to live happily
that has been her attitude
pokes her nose through any minute hole
understands not the talk primarily
with a pinch and a dig she accumulates
turns and events not too coherent
a result of her imagination
a dare devil in the scene
could not keep her tongue well inside
pushes it out when not needed
swaps the news with a link
that is ultimately a wrong conclude
within a wink, goes with her mission
a real disaster to herself
and to all at large.
The explicit in a sense
the obvious in a way
the clarity in a say
the focus in a stay
keeps us through the day.
A lookout for the truth
curious to reach the depth
an attempt to save
a design to carry over
keeps us through the year.
A practical sensibility
an unbiased disposition
a long standing patience
a notation for flexibility
keeps us through the entire life.
That be the proposition
with a tactful
execution
a foot here and a foot there
could lead to a disaster
be wary of it in all matter.
Those who stand tall
erect and straight
need bother, not of else
as it goes with nothing false
the direction is one of no turns
no deviations to squander
nor any loopholes to pluck asunder
a steady walk focused on the path
no diversions to distract
nor any fatigue to sleep over
the determination takes along
way ahead of the integral
way into the deferential
where we could notice the mathematical
as the precision is the criteria
going by the trigonometrical identities
and the statistical data correspond
with the graphical finites
the points of intersection
and the degrees of interjection
collide and corroborate
conclude and conceive
a perception different in all
where the flights of poetic fancy
exude
the realistic diplomacy
none could be said of the past
nothing could be seen in the present
no means to extend in the future
all not being time bound
all converging into infinity
where dark and light could not be seen
where dawn and dusk exist on a preconceived
a fixed motion that plays a part
day in and day out without fail
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