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Lovely-Flower&Child.


The soft petal unfolds,

The silky shine  raptures,

The colourful throw  captures,

The eyes of those who behold.

 

The fragrance  invariably spreads,

The  charm slowly  entices,

The  sweetness quickly  enriches, 

All  delicious threads.

 

Its  span of life  is short,

Its  memory   is long,

The  experience  got  is lifelong,

Lingering  always  in thought.

 

The little flowers  beautifully invigorate

Their loveliness endlessly  entrances

So does the child’s delicate  stance

Induces  a melody elaborate.

 

The little ones sharp  crying,.

Its delicious lisping  sounds,

Its toothless smiles bounds,

All to a warm  coaxing.

 

The child’s delightful odour  fills up,

Its  interrupted cries trigger lowly

Its tiny eyes flicker slowly,

Extolling a pleasure high up.

 

Holding the child to the bosom,

Delivers a feeling infectious,

Renders  an unexplainable  bliss religious,

Akin to that  of espying a flower blossom.

 

Up above the Hills


Driving through undulation.

Crossing the vegetation,

Negotiating the rude  turns,

Breaking through the thorny  ferns,

  We went up above the hills

It was sombre sweet,

Birds chirping a gentle tweet,

 Gleefully whisked along the way,

 Benevolently carried away in  sway,

 We went up above the hills.

 

 

It was refreshing smart,

With breeze blowing aloft,

 Aromatic fragrance spreading across,

Caressingly lifting the nostrils to a gross,

 We went up above the hills.

 

 

It was  green,

Full of sheen,

Layers of lush trail,

Lay freely without bail,

 We went up above the hills.

 

 

It was picturesque,

Never was it  grotesque,

Throwing a colourful hue,

Glowing under a lovely blue,

We went up above the hills.

 

 

It was  totally fresh,

There was no rude brush,

Rendering a breathlessness,

Inducing a  togetherness,

We went up above the hills.

 

 

It was  Nature , pristine nature,

It was a  feature, delightful feature,

The grace was infinite,

The exuberance  was never  too finite,

We went up above the hills.

It Is A Long Story


It is a long story ,

Full of  events ,

Packed with contents,

Annotated with pretence,

Quoted with reference,

Narrated with preference,

Listened with inference,

Enjoyed with deference,

Passed on with credence,

Calling for an observance,

Testing the indulgence,

Finally creating a performance,

Of delight and diligence,

Accosted by a gorgeous appease,

Solicited by a courteous inhibition,

Oh ! it is going to places,

Oh ! it is a marvel of words,

It is indeed a grand story ,

Though long and crazy.

Effervescence


Bubbles of gas jump out  with joy,

A pop sound bursts out in a coy,

Making a fizzle and a drizzle,

Over the face in a close nestle.

 

The fuming liquor murmurs awhile,

Frothing in the surface with a travail,

Shooting up in a quixotic rush,

Settling down with an almost silent hush.

 

Likewise the mind jostles in mad  enthusiasm.

Overwhelming the expressions with a pointed schism,

Galloping in a quickened  trotting  movement,

Living in a world of dream and entertainment.

 

The bewilderment lasts for a temporary phase,

The enchantment fades off in an effusive trace,

Revelling in a state of heavenly ecstasy,

Subsiding to a trend of subdued frenzy.

 

 

Pop goes the gas with a start,

Down ,down does it get down in a dart,

Hurrah cries the heart in the start,

Lo!Lo! does it slips down in a blot.

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The Signboard.


A signboard over there,

Stands  in the thorough fare,

Pointing to the directions  ,

With meticulous care.

 

The passers move about ,

Not paying heed without doubt,

Taking on their own  float,

Amidst the deafening shout.

 

 

The board is in a  sullen solitude,

Performing  its duty  in an aptitude,

Withstanding the commotion with fortitude,

Least expecting a fruitful gratitude.

 

 

Time tested rules get lost,

While materialistic pursuit overtakes thought,

Everything flares up in a shot,

As none assume   the principled slot.

 

 

Undue irreverence to doctrines 

Unnatural turn  of tailspin,

Unwanted alliance to illegitimate wins.

Cause a senseless  down spins.

 

Sign board is a pointer,

A  follow-up is a rejoinder,

Principles provide a frontier,

A solemn adherence grants a protector..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Devastating It Is


Floods across the world  cause a quick havoc,

Quakes around the world   create a speedy ravage,

Droughts on and off bring about an unbearable famine,

So goes the nature’s mentality in destruction.

 

 

The lovely landscapes that  are  found throughout,

Of mountains aiming to reach the sky,

Of blue oceans  tossing  up and down,

Portray Nature’s wonderful gift.

 

 

The desolate trends  expose a melancholy,

Leaving the hearts saddened to a standstill

The beautiful scenario expresses a solemnity,

Mellowing the  minds reconciled  to a quaint silence.

 

 

Devastating is indeed an enigma,

As it indicates to a rude chaos,

As well it points out to a stunning  attraction,

Picturing itself as an oxymoron.

I Have Been to London


Pussy cat, Pussy cat,Where have you been?

Oh! Where did the Pussy cat go? .

To London to see the queen,

 Well,what does this show?

 

 

Everyone wants to see  London,

 As once  it ruled the world,

Now  its supremacy is undone,.

When its colonisation spree got curled.

 

 

Its history goes back to the millennium

Founded by the Romans as Londinium,

Traced  its roots to celtic  medium,

Research enforces a period beyond compendium.

 

 

  

Hailed as the largest global city,

Home to the headquarters of 100 of major financial companies,

Housing  Cambridge,Oxford and other great universities

Inhabited by all races who live in cohabited  ease.

 

 

Monarchy still commands respect,

Queen and Prince still exist,

Palaces and churches are attractive prospects,

Their grandeur is hard to resist.

 

 

William Shakespeare lies in Stratford-on-Avon,

A mortal whose fecundity  was his originality,

Who discerned  lively portrayals of the royal and common,

Decking  them with wordy jewels inciting an inebriety.

 

 

 William Wordsworth  called nature his guide,

While Scott  in his novels  unravelled history,

Tennyson’s lyrics exalted in romantic pride,

Russell was an authority in analytic philosophy.

 

 

Sun never sets in the British Empire ,nearly a century ago,

Trading with countries in the east ,slowly became ruling,

Spices  gradually turned to proprietary impregnated with ego.

Traders assumed the role of governors  at perfect timings.

 

 

London swells  in pride and wealth over the centuries,

Treasures from the  Indian sub continent enriched the bourses,

Regaling in its prosperity the city   became a reverie.

Pushing back all the other competent forces.

 

 

It is everyman’s wish to see  the city,

As it holds an  exclusive attraction,

Both historically and commercially appears pretty,

Proposing  an expensive and lively distraction .