Category Archives: Recollection

The symptoms of Down.


Rituals keep us tied down.

Religion makes us bow down.

Commitments compel us to flow down.

Fear forces us to lie down.

Distress tracks us almost down.

Struggle combats with thrust down.

Survival is the only thought that blows down.

 

AS You Age


Age calls for attention.

There is less tension,

but more apprehension

commanding a revision,

controlling a deviation,

bringing in appreciation,

reviewing combinations,

assigning permutations,

accepting confrontations,

announcing celebrations,

expecting an invitation,

to depart.

 

 

The Practicalities


Going back is never too easy.

Back tracking is ever too easy.

Keeping up the promise is never too easy.

Eating up the words is ever too easy.

Hearing slander is never too easy.

Listening to praise is ever too easy.

 

The world moves on round and round.

The interruption  of movement is never found.

People’s talk  reverberates with full sound.

Their activity  advances never with a bound.

The life becomes meaningful with wealth abound.

No other means seeks a serious wound.

 

Living in the middle of conceit and greed

Man accepts the reality with a distinct breed.

Well, money has always been the prime need.

It is a requirement to arrange a feed.

What then is the crux of the deed?

It is something that directs to a bleed.

 

This transaction has been going on for years.

It has been carried out without any fear.

Nestling behind the scene  in the rear.

We trace a slight  jerk which is out of gear.

The affinity for wealth is found with extreme cheer.

As a finale it is held to the bosom so near.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nature Warns.


In the early evening I felt a shudder.

The chair rocked a while.

The table shook a second.

The building jolted  a minute.   

The head wobbled dizzy.

There was panic all over.

 

It was only the  day before.

It was a hot afternoon.

There was not even a breeze.

The tremor caught us unaware.

We were left gaping at the disaster.

 

The disaster was not heavy.

There were no casualty in the run.

There was no monetary loss in the trend. 

The people got evacuated for reasons known

The coastal area felt devastated expressing a frown.

 

The devastation was not physical to the core.

The scare was thoroughly profound all the more.

The apprehension was killing at the most.

The recollections were fearful foretelling a Tsunami

There was a deadly silence reminiscent of a melancholic sadness.

The desolation carried a reference of  lethal premonition.

 

The desolation started to overwhelm in magnitude.

The will to live was driving everyone in platitude.

Nature has its own way of signalling its motion.

It warns the people of their shortfalls.

Wittingly,we cause damage to her in our own way.

Destroying the environment morbidly.

 

Morbidly we throng the habitations in multitudes

Recklessly we contaminate the earth  committing destitute.

Avariciously we work on her for our benefit with self-conceit

Unmindful of her great discomfort and  terrible plight 

Patience has been her virtue for long.

Destruction has been our goal for too long.

 

Playing with Nature is dangerous,mind you

Kidding her virtuosity is harmful,beware.

Humiliating her is perilous,be warned.

She would suddenly break with a vengeance.

Throwing out and tearing  everything in a violence.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Little Bit Of Me


Wandering physically is a threat to me,

Moving from home is disagreeable to me,

Putting things in a bag is a distraction to me,

Exiting from the vibrancy of the house is impractical to me.

 

Well, that may be the case for my physical activity,

I get ahead in great acceleration with my mind in totality,

It travels through all spheres in fine dexterity,

Crossing countries and continents in high velocity.

 

 

Alighting  on the wings of fantasy my mind flies,

Goes as far as the fourteenth century events in tries,

Gleefully transcends in the realm in short strides.

Galloping as fast as it could as likely as  the horse rides.

 

Lying in comfort, I visualise the Great Barrier reef in its glory,

Sitting in the patio, I dream of the  Alps in its beauty,

Walking around, I hear the London Bridge revealing its story,

Attending to my duties, my inward eyes capture the Himalayas in stability.

 

It might sound odd to most of you as far from reality,

You might term me mildly lunatic  distanced from sensibility,

I might look a little peculiar figure  leading away from credibility,

Well, that is me a lonely being very much  against rationality.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It Is A Forget.


It is difficult to forget,

Yet we have to.

It is difficult to forget,

If we have strong memory.

It is difficult to forget,

If the incidents hurt us.

memories linger,

the mind recollects,

anger rises up,

 the heart thumps,

 the nose twitters,

 the eyes flutter,

 the mouth quivers,

 the face reddens,

the body gets flared up,

Alas! it is difficult to forget,

But we have to.

A Remarkable Day


Winding up my work,

Folding all the documents,

Caught hold  of a paper,

Stuck in between the files,

Crushed and crumpled,

Torn and tattered,

I pulled it to throw away,

On second thought opened it,

Startled and staggered,

I gazed at it,

I read it ,

Not once but twice,

I went through it again,

My eye balls came out,

My jaws threw open,

My neck stretched further,

It was,it was——-,

A precious note,

A dear one,

Most valuable,

It was my honours degree,

Well, I myself have forgotten,

Years ago,I clinched the top rank,

Received a gold medal from the chancellor.

I went back some three and a half decades,

Visualised the day in great intensity,

A sprightly young girl hopping on to the stage,

Oh! What a remarkable day it was.