A gentleman comes out stately with a smile.
He wins everyone with a charming smile
He speaks in a measured tone.
He interacts in a subdued tone.
Helping out with open hands is his way of life.
Lending a hand to the needy is part of his life.
He assists those in dire straits for no return.
His good thought enforces a frequent return.
He gets deep into their crisis for no gain.
He gives them solace which is their gain.
His face is like a beautiful flower.
It exudes warmth and cheer as if one sees a flower.
His face reflects an extraordinary brilliance.
Well, it is the overwhelming friendliness found in exuberance.
Category: Power
It was an anger.
It was a justifiable anger,
directed on those not meagre
who created a disaster
spoiling the environment to a shudder,
destroying the ambience to a bother
causing enmity in an hour
speaking foul with a fervour
disrespecting all with rigour
breaking rules with a hammer,
ignoring discipline in a trigger
indulging in unlawful acts with a deceit clever.
engaged in stealing with a devour,
involved in cheating with a smart demeanour,
accepting bribes with an amour,
conniving and conspiring with a lilting temper,
spreading unrest with a flavour
carrying on illicit trades almost ever,
letting out a smoke of pernicious danger.
Chaotic is not the word to describe.
Pandemonium is the right word to ascribe.
The house always echoes the vibe.
It is far away from the petty jibe.
The lovely house denotes order and shine.
It is an epitome of all things fine.
Be it the cleanliness which is in nine.
As well as its decorum which is above the line.
It is transformed temporarily into a din.
All the trash is everywhere but not in the bin.
The lady of the house accepts everything with a grin
as she reclines low with her fingers in the chin.
Economy has tossed over
Culture has been swept over.
Ethics is not to be found all over.
Unruliness exists all over.
Illegality is rampant all over.
Violence spreads all over.
Filthy rich abound all over.
Powerful rule ruthlessly all over.
Righteous suffer miserably all over.
Yet the world revolves over .
As the crisis boils over.
She was brooding over the happenings.
She was recollecting the trappings.
Her memory took her long back.
Reminding her of the days in a track.
Once she was a golden girl.
She moved along with lovely frills.
She hummed in musical shrill.
Everyone danced to her drills.
She grew up to become a lovely lady fair
She commanded respect in all the flair.
Gliding through the tracks in a rare,
she evoked a shining glare.
The curtains are falling down.
Her demeanour has become a frown.
Her appearance has lost its glamour.
She withdraws herself into her chamber.
She has to come out of her past.
Eventually accept the present.
Go about with the tide in glory.
That is how we have to end the story.
Running out of everything is no excuse.
It is a cowardly attempt in the infuse.
It is a defeat wholly likened to an abuse.
Nevertheless it is a defaming accuse.
Trials might force an inevitable exit.
Deeds might induce an indelible debit.
Compulsions would drive us to death albeit.
Convictions would retrieve us from extremes in tacit.
Well, that would be a case to take into account,
A case to do research with diligence in the count.
Getting away from the practicalities is a sure discount.
Analysing the deficits with care is a solution paramount.
The anxiety to run away is pervading all so.
It would be a temporary reprieve all the more.
Overcoming the tribulations is a task in the fore.
Emerging triumphant is an achievement that soars.
Nights go without power,
The people who are in power,
Get drunk with power,
Robbing those who vote them to power,
Making them live without power,
That can mean electrical power,
And can also refer to money power,
People in power become powerful,
People who vote for them become powerless.
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A Tower -Tall and High

The tower yonder is high, very high,
Does it reach the sky?
Nay it tries to go above the sky.
Looks great and very high
The tower looks strong , doubly strong,
Does it surpass the invincible?
Nay ,it attempts to show it is invincible,
Appears solid and very strong.
The tower looks gigantic ,really gigantic,
Does it overshadows the undaunted?
Nay,it puts forth a look undaunted,
Feigns a pose inimitable and gigantic.
The tower is high ,very high,
The tower appears strong ,doubly strong
The tower looks gigantic ,really gigantic,
Will it withstand the test of times?
Will it collapse as years roll by?
( The poem is a metaphorical allusion . Tower designates the snobbish , who feign in vain)
A Shrine

A temple far away from the crowd,
Very much away from the bustle,
Much ahead of our times,
Nestles in a serene village,
Surrounded by paddy fields,
Green to the utmost,
Quiet to the foremost,
Celestial to the uppermost,
Divine and distinct to note,
Delicate and exclusive to admire,
Embellished by simplicity,
Adorned by faith,
Decorated by piety,
The lords reside in royalty,
Expressing a warm sunny smile,
Exuding a benign spirituality,
Endorsing a fine tranquillity,
Enlivening the devotees with charm,
Enthralling them with ecstasy,
Inspiring them to revel,
Inducing them to celebrate ,
Instilling in them a feeling,
Of love and affection,
Of kindness and compassion,





