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Another New Year.


Fire crackersDays of toil stroll ahead.

hours of work mount up.

years of labour fold again.

as the New Year embarks.

 

Each day is  new.

every hour is fresh.

all years are delightful

as yet another  New Year creeps in.

 

Looking  back brings pain and joy

forging headway  shows task and ease

past and present  deliver loss and gain

as one more New Year is born.

 

 Fire crackers   resound in the sky.

The revelry breaks the placidity of the space,

 as they  sound a little odd and snobbish.

With that another New Year  emerges.

 

Celebrations  create a significant  noise.

Partying  and dancing take the toll

as expenditure  multiplies geometrically

the New Year barges in with a bang.

 

 

Appreciating  every minute for its value

Accepting  every hour as precious

Counts up to admit every year as precious

unmindful of the New Year or not.

 

Let  this be the underlying principle

Let this be the basis of welcoming

each hour and every minute

besides greeting the New year vociferously.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Passion On The Go.


passionIt is a deep  passion.

It resembles a recreation.

It creates a distraction.

It releases delicate emotions.

 

Impatiently the soberity arrives.

Delivering  pleasurable tries.

 

Dispassionate it might appear.

Disproportionate it  might send  fear.

Disaster  it  might lay bare.

Digression it might take care.

 

Writing  has become a passion.

 Know not for what reason.

Writing has become a fusion.

Embracing all times and seasons.

 

A few lines a day gives an impetus.

Thoughts lead to words in full tempest.

Words move towards expressions  in haste.

Expressions  give birth to creation in taste.

 

That is how the work of art attains its finality

Allowing the audience to a revel in gravity.

Succumbing to the beauty  in totality.

Cherishing the masterpiece of creativity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where Eagles Dare- Langkawi



A group of islands lie facing the Andaman Seas

Once upon a time they were busy like bees.

A curse confounded them to a secluded freeze.

On and off they were invaded by the Siamese.

The island was torn into pieces in a fleece.

 

Mahasuri  was a beautiful girl of the land.

Looked exotic and exuberant amidst the local band.

Captured the heart of the Sultan of Kedah by her alluring brand.

Her looks kindled the jealousy of the Sultan’s wife’s in terrific grand.

Mahasuri fell to the sword   emitting white blood on to the sand.

 

She was not adulteress as claimed by the Sultanate.

She was an innocent wife of an official in the  Sultanate.

She was deliberately murdered  out of hate.

Her cries reverberate in  the forests even this late.

Her story is enacted in her tomb everyday with a rate.

Releasing a significant fear and tears within the gate.

 

As the legend narrates a tragedy in full volume.

The ninety-nine islands rise up to the eagle’s boom.

The white sea-shore glistens in the sunny doom.

The mangrove forests throw a greenish bloom.

The lush waterfalls fall down in  a spectacular zoom

 

The pregnant lake flows with a temporary hush.

Silently blessing the childless woman with a fertility blush.

Kuah ,the main island ,is a symbol of flush.

The white, brown, black, yellow, tourists move in a rush.

Intending to take with them nature’s bounty in  an articulate fuss.

 

Langkawi  translates nature’s beauty  in a lively form.

It is the jewel of  Kedah   with a delicate charm.

It presents a rejuvenating citadel in a lukewarm.

Its extensive seashore zigzags without a conform.

Well,it is an experience beyond an explainable norm 

 




The Dance of Little Meenu.


Little Meenu was singing all by herself.

She was dancing all by herself.

She was the  star performer that day

She was the best dancer all the way.

 

Meenu was  singing at the top of her voice.

Her imagination extended beyond  her toys.

Nursery rhymes were her best choice.

She set them to her own tune with rejoice.



Round and round she went in  steps slow.

She  danced merrily to the melodious flow.

It was both western and oriental in one blow.

Her singing and dancing made her glow.

 

Her first line was “row,row,your boat”.

It was followed by “are you sleeping ” in a float.

She went back to “row, row, your boat”

She then sang   “Baa,Baa Black sheep” as an end note.

 

Meenu covered the  big  stage with ease.

Her movements were  soft as a snowy fleece.

Her melody was like a  soft breeze.

Her recital was an impressive feast.

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Baby Sleeps


A little baby is lying in a cradle,

 She is making  noises in a babble,

Her cries are calls a little feeble,

She mostly lets out a giggle.

 

The baby is like a dainty rose,

Tiny appears her fingers and toes,

Her face enlightens all those,

Her smile ensues a lovely glow.

 

Soon her eyes gently close,

She sucks her thumb in a doze,

  As her charm increasingly grows,

Opening out to all an ecstatic source.

 

It is a pleasure to see her sleep,

Her light slumber is not deep,

She gets startled at a tiny beep,

Forcing a stealthy silence in a creep.

 

Peeping over the cradle for long,

Sends a tranquil vibration all along,

Sets the mind at peace not wrong,

Makes the heart sing a merry song.

 

It is a pleasure unexplainable,

It is a leisure unfathomable,

Oh!Is not my verse lovable?

Nay,it is the  way the baby sleeps  is enjoyable.

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