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The Moon ,The Stars And The Sky.


moon and the starsI stare at the moon

I gaze at the stars

I look at the sky

the one so pure and white

the other so small and bright

another so calm and wide

all the three hold me for long

as I sart to sing a song

from nowhere I hear the ding -dong

I am back into the real world

I could hear the chatter of words

could resemble a fight with sword

as you know words are incisive

could turn to be defensive

sharper  than the daggers as all

extract not blood from the fall

demoralize the intent in short

distract more or less the thoughts

a not so good omen to witness

a diabolical  mode to harness.

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The Evening Song.


primrose eveningRain comes every evening

the stage is set at 3 in the evening

the clouds gather  slowly in the evening

they come close and close in the evening

seem to have a confidential chat in the evening

they slowly turn colour in the evening

grey becomes dark and then black in the evening

the moisture rises up in the evening

the clouds cool and fall as droplets in the evening

start as a drizzle and pick up to a storm in the evening

the rains lash and pour in torrents in the evening

they fall very heavy till 5 in the evening

the sky clears and the clouds move in the evening

the light turns off and night enters diffusing the evening

with that the sky is dark and there is no more evening.

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Scene ——- A Startle.


The imagination goes beyond

rises from the ground

up it flies into the sky

a jolly good fly

it travels and speeds

hovering over all leads

colourful it strikes

beautiful I like

the “scene” is a what I mean

encompasses all the green

it incites and provokes

it ignites and invokes

the portrait is so grand

the sketch depicts a band

above each and every  slide

the scenes move in a glide

the rose and the pansies

dance along with the daisies

the trees huge and large

magnify and enlarge

the child so cute and gay

keeps you at bay

the imperious mountains rise and fall

they enact a peculiar call

could be an invite into their arms

a peep into their  charm

enters there the most mundane

the traffic not so sane

the vehicles ply up and down

a frenzy that keeps us all  brown

a distraction it is all through

ties all of us in a fasten most true

that be the scene true in spirit

the rejoice of the senses in a brose, pansies and daisiesit

the “scene ” has been brought to effect

feel I have illustrated them in words most perfect.

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