Category Archives: strange

The Eyes Emit


It is a shot

not from the gun

did you imagine so?

nay not, my dear.

It is venom

not from the python

did you imagine so?

nay not, my dear.

It is a terrible bite

not by the dog

did you imagine so?

nay not, my dear.

It is an evil look

almost from the blood-related

did not you imagine so?

why not, my dear?

Looks hurt much

more than the guns

much more than venom

up and above the dog bite.

The scar the eyes inflict

goes deep beyond layers

tears and rips apart, my dearToys 007

sucks the life out beyond imagination

The Band Of Colours,


The colours I see on the top of my page

red, orange, yellow green and blue

make me wonder being bandstrange

I see it for long without a clue.

Could it be for a breach?

nay, I have not violated

Could it be then a praise as such?

I have not done anything to be appreciated.

Well, then why is it there?

I stare at it for  quite some time

not able to arrive on anything in a share

I gaze at it with cheer with a smile.

Drought


Drought prevails all over.

Rivers are brown in a stop over.

Grass has turned yellow in a make over.

Cattle  look pale white in a drop over.

Men  appear faintly dark in a hang over.

drought extinguishes all spirit in a fall over.

 

 

Step Up Lina.


Lina, for all I know, had a setback that day.

It kept Lina locked for a day.

She sat speechless the whole day.

She was not her usual self that day.

 

Lina,all I know, is invincible.

She had overcome events terrible.

She faces disasters with spirit credible.

But that day she was inconsolable.

 

Lina, for all I know, is of a stern stuff.

She never in exasperation huff or puff.

She is not a snobbish vain  buff.

But, that day she was terse and gruff.

 

Lina ,for all I know, is a girl of pride.

She carries  herself with a charismatic glide.

She speaks in an unleashing stride.

But that day she was in a low tide..

 

Lina, for all I know, is a lovely angel.

She is a dainty, kind angel.

She is a sweet-tempered angel.

But, that day she was looking like a fallen angel.

 

Lina, for all I know, is a private person.

She behaved  with an idealistic  reason.

She is a flower of all seasons.

But, that day, she was  in enormous tension.

 

Lina, I know not your turmoil.

Could you not create a foil?

Could you not put an end to this toil?

Lina would come out of it without a soil.

 

 

 

 

 

Strange it is.


There was a squeak at  the door.

It was a bird  at the door.

It pecked on  the door.

 It was a rap. rapping  on the door.

The noise, then slowed down to the core.

It looked strange more and more.

The bird stopped tapping at the door.

It moved away from the door.

It then rose up in a soar.

It flew high up in the fore.

It looked familiar more and more.