Category: ride

The Wordy Flow And Blow

The words flow

releasing an uninterrupted deadly tirade

strike a blow.

The forceful blow

is baseless and unrealistic deride

arrests the flow.

The unmindful flow

turns into shameless distinct ride

a meaningless blow.

Tags blow., flow, Poem, words.

Ratan Back Again September 18, 2020
gibbering and jabberingwhich mean nothing to anyone but everything to him and his likes, He rambles with a speed none can overtake nor can comprehend, dilly dallying. He behaves like a child the one who says when admonished I hit him cause he hit me earlier. Repeatedly getting involvedin dealings with him, I am finding it hard to progress turning literal […]
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Neelima Reacts September 16, 2020
The noose tightensthe opposition grows. Neelima is shattered,she is being deceived. Her pounding heartmakes her instable. Will she be outsmarted?Will she succumb to the ploy? My suspicion mounts.I turn panicky. Not cowed by manipulationsNeelima regains self. Talks gently hinting broadlyshe means what she says, She wants her share, It should bea fair division […]
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Neelima September 15, 2020
Neelima’s agonyknows no bounds.She suffers for strangereasons . Incredible at times The recent dealingswith friends who feignto support her makes herdismayed. They act on her behalf,draw plans, she turnsan accomplice not knowing theyare playing a game. She directs and helpsthem to go ahead,not once she suspects theirinclinations. A day or two aftershe realiz […]
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Then And Now September 14, 2020
I think of those dayswhen time governed memy sons in schoolthe honking of the school bus,they running to the gateI going behind themwith the lunch basketit is all chaos, the roofcoming down in the morning. That of now, I am in bedtill seven in the morning,rise up, making myselfpresentable walk towardsthe gate pick up the […]
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Krishna The Artist September 13, 2020
Krishna, trims the hedges.An artist in heart he shapes themcreates three tiers, the bottom one bigthe center small, the top one medium.Fortunate to have him as my gardener. I watch Krishna from the patioHe cuts humming a hit songof yester yearsammavum neeye , appavum neeyeThe same way the playback singer sings, The hedges turn lovely, […]
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I Hear Miss Myrtle September 12, 2020
Tails at the backshouts Miss Myrtlemy English teacher.as she enters Noted for strictnessshe is a terror amongthe sixth formers, thetwenty of us, push our plaits back,hurriedly stand to greet her. She is neatly clad in a starchedpink handloom cotton saree. Taking her chair. her eyestravel through the rowslasts on Sheela, a timid girl She summons […]
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So To Say September 11, 2020
Nothing happensin this part of the globe.not anything spectacularas seen for a period. Few politicians make big noise,a less number of businessmenattempt to work out big, Otherwiseit is quiet all the way. The day dawns and closesbefore one could realizeman wakes and sleepsbefore he thinks of anything. This being the statusthe world , at least […]
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Unfolds September 10, 2020
Childhood remains a bliss ,one of least wants.Growing , I am into learningthe primary goal, Marriage places mein a status never did I dream,Surrounded by rivalry, deceit,envy, I lose track, a setback. A pallor of the original,I live, of late, withan equanimity, juxtaposinggood and bad, beatitude and affliction,never once I did succumb to vileand vicious, […] […]
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MR & MRS Ratan September 9, 2020
it is appallingseeing Ratantaking decisionson his own. He, who knows,very little violates,principles, turnsunethical. I see impertinencein him. He hires, rents,spends, lives enjoyinglife at the expense of others He does not spend a piefrom his own, draws fromthe family funds,a clever manipulation. His wife is proud of hisaccounting skill. Most concernedabout […]
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My Tenth Word September 8, 2020
Harrowed by an experiencedrawn unnecessarilyinto a controversy,I stand two meters apartfrom gossip and slander. Quietude is my weaponI refrain from talkingspeak out only when requiredrestricting to few syllables,gestures turn pronounced. When I was ten years old,my cousin, fairly senior to meoffered me a big pieceof chocolate when I came out withmy tenth wor […]
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