Category: Story

Categories
Actions Beauty Experience Lesson Life mind stone Story thoughts True turmoil

La Belle Dame Sans Expression


She lies in the bed with eyes wide open.

She lies there still but not for fun.

She lies motionless for hours in the run.

 

The Sun’s rays falls sharply on her eyes.

She lies frozen like a solid ice.

Is she real or a guise?

 

The noise around her is loud.

She lies undisturbed by the cloud.

She belies the spirit of the surround.

 

The day fades to a starry night.

She lies almost tight.

She presents an alarming sight.

 

The night sets in silently.

She makes no move relevantly.

Her posture calls for action immediately.

 

She rises from her bed in a sudden.

Smothers her dress of its crampled trend.

Walks up the aisle with hair done.

 

She leans over the rails.

She looks at the  night’s trails.

She fathoms  the dark sail.

 

She watches the vessel move.

She shuts her eyes in a disapprove.

Alas! her soul is entrapped in the groove.

 

 

 

 

 

Advertisement
Categories
Actions Age Beauty Evolution Experience Interpretation Lesson Life Power Story Study thoughts

Brooding Over.


She was brooding over the happenings.

She was recollecting the trappings.

Her memory took her long back.

Reminding her of the days in a track.

 

Once she was a golden girl.

She moved along with lovely frills.

She hummed in musical shrill.

Everyone danced to her drills.

 

She grew up to become a lovely lady fair

She commanded respect in all the flair.

Gliding through the tracks in a rare,

she evoked a shining glare.

 

The  curtains are falling down.

Her demeanour has become a frown.

Her appearance has lost its glamour.

She withdraws herself into her chamber.

 

She has to come out of her past.

Eventually accept the present.

Go about with the tide in glory.

That is how we have to end the story. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Categories
Actions Age Interpretation Lesson Life Looks silence stone Story thoughts turmoil

Just A Stone.


It is just a  huge stone,

It is only a  shapeless stone,

It looks expressionless and prosaic,

It has a  long story behind it.

It has a history unknown to many.

 

The faceless stone has been for centuries,

It has seen generations of men,

It has heard them talk incessantly,

It has noticed them pass uninterruptedly,

It has  recorded confidential matters  silently.

 

The stone had been lying there for ages,

It had not been cared for by one and all,

Disregarding it as lifeless stone,

Incidents took place around it.

 Yet, it lies there unperturbed from time immemorial.

 

You could  easily set aside it as a stone.

Addressing it as a pig-headed bone,

Laughing at it with disdain and contempt,

But do remember if it is turned upside,

It has a whole lot  to relate that would put you to misery.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Categories
Actions Evolution Experience fatigue Lesson silence Story thoughts True turmoil

A Child Is A Child.


I observe in silence,

I hear in magnitude,

I see in-depth,

That is what I can do.

A child begins her day,

Setting aside everything gay,

Pushing back all her play,

Switching on to the rigorous fray.

 

She gets ready in a hurry,

Breaks her fast in a flurry,

Casting her likes in a bury,

She walks up in a slurry.

 

Still sleep lingers in her eyes,

As she opens her reader to a size,

Pouring over the book in a guise,

She follows the teacher with a despise.

 

From school she comes home,

Falls asleep in her cosy bedroom,

The little girl finds no time to bloom,

Eventually she has to face the doom.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Categories
Actions Beauty Care Creation Experience Lesson Looks Progress Story subscriptions thoughts

The Rest Will Follow


It is a road less traversed,

Take it with a dare,

Get ahead of others if you can,

The rest will follow .

 

It is a thought out of box,

Work it out with a grasp,

Give it a distinct  frame if you can,

The rest will follow.

 

It is a peculiar choice,

Deign it with a confidence,

Give it a beautiful look if you can,

The rest will follow.

 

It is a special course,

Choose it with a desire,

Give it a progressive outlook if you can ,

The rest will follow.

 

The traditional  insight is great,

It also renders a monotonous  cheer,

Try to change it carefully if you can.

The rest will follow.

 

 

 

 

Categories
Actions Story thoughts True

A Story Is Born.


Rummaging through the books,

Perusing the daily news,

Going through the events,

Compiling the instances,

Connecting the anecdotes,

 I Wove a story.

 

It is not everything real,

It is half true, half imaginary,

Imagination is colourful,

It spices and spruces the truth,

Adds flavour and suspense to reality,

Thus the fabrication goes.

 

Names are changed to protect privacy,

Episodes are added to get away from the track,

Period is altered to give a differential  timing,

Places are changed to strengthen the variation,

Thus the story is born.

 

 

 

 

 

Categories
Actions Anger break Story Study thoughts turmoil Wish

Dash Out


The school bell rang for the day,

The children scrambled fast in a gay,

 They packed their bags in a fray,

 Then ran out of the campus like a ray,

The movement resembled a lively dash out.

 

The curtains came down on the stage,

The play was about the medieval age,

The enactment was of an eloquent engage,

There was a loud ovation of a great range,

The dispersal reflected  a pleasant dash out.

 

There was an agitation in the town,

The agitators shouted in a high tone,

It was a protest distinctively shown,

The Police dispersed them with a firm  foot down,

The confusion led  to a ghastly dash out.

 

A sudden fire broke out in a high raised building,

The red tongs blew fiercely  unyielding,

The inmates  scuttled up and down wailing,

The fire fighters were desperately struggling,

The precipitated race was a panic dash out.

 

Dash outs are both pleasant and hurried,

They pronounce an acceleration scurried,

They are  fast momentum unusually levied,

Expressing at times a cheer of high breed,

Extending mostly a fear of tensed creed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Categories
Actions Experience Fraction Progress Story thoughts turmoil Wealth

The Story of a Family.


It was only  few years back,

The  family’s going was good ,

The pride was  extremely high,

The cheer was delightfully great,

Naturally, its arrogance was exorbitant.

 

The family made  a loud show off,

A gross vanity was  directly found,

A rudeness was  always practised,

A  total disrespect to all was shown,

Its  impudence was  absolutely unbearable.

 

Today the scenario has changed,

The progress has been stalled by their insincerity,

Their prosperity has eroded considerably,

Their  prestige has been lost effectively

Still they have not  realised the reality.

 

It is a pity to see the family ,

Facing a loss of enormous wealth

Seeing its vast properties auctioned,

Experiencing an untold misery and shame,

Still unable to accept the fault which they committed.

 

Examining the plight of the family straight,

Traced the folly of the person at the helm,

It was an unmindful expansion all through,

Neatly setting aside a sizeable portion for him,

Landing the business in an unprecedented  debacle.

 

The team of husband and wife strove hard,

Built an empire by thoughtful moves,

Engaged themselves in philanthropic activities,

Handed everything to one son by love or ploy ,

Saw the whole thing crash like a pack of cards.

 

Favouring a  part of their  own family most,

Shelling out a  fruitful fraction to the other part,

Taking away mercilessly what was given from one child,

Making her languish in disappointment and tears,

Caused the family to suffer immensely.

 

 

 

 

,

 

Categories
Actions Experience Interpretation Life Looks Son Story Wisdom

It is Life Nothing More.


Shifting base is always a bug bear,

Well, that has become the regular fare,

A month here and months there keep it bare,

Nothing to rely ,but many things to care.

 

It was sheer envy seeing the movement before,

The same feeling lasts no more,

Moving places is a not fun all the more,

It turns out to be a terrific  toil  ever more.

 

Seeing places  is   extremely joyous,

Living in different places renders experience gregarious,

Going about all the  time becomes  tedious,

Releasing a morbid sensation accurately clueless.

 

Every life has a wear and tear,

Sitting firmly in a place is  a fortunate chair,

Roaming in quest of livelihood is a sordid share,

Anyhow to get  all  in life is truly rare.

 

 

 

 

 

Categories
Story subscriptions thoughts Wish

Another Year Dawns


It is going to be another year,

The stroke of midnight is heard clear,

Away goes 2011 in the rear,

In comes in 2012 with cheer,

Pushing back the recession of last year,

Setting aside the bygone days fear,

The year that passes off was loaded with tears,

An outcome which threw all out of gear,

An economic show down   that ran out near,

Upheavals that dethroned dictators  clear,

Wars  shattered the world to a sneer,

Storms ,quakes , floods battered  severe,

Man stands aghast in  turmoil mere,

Another year dawns  in the sphere,

Making him to eye  an empowerment in the veer,

Let he be  blessed with all prosperity this year,

This is the hope for all every year,

Many cross links intrude making things drear,

Yet life goes on in eager anticipation unclear,

This is the story year after year.

What else  do you wish to hear?

 

 

Wishing all “A very happy new year”!