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A Tower -Tall and High


 The tower yonder is high, very high,

Does it reach the sky?

 Nay it tries to  go above the sky.

Looks great and very high

 

The tower  looks strong  , doubly  strong,

Does it surpass the invincible?

 Nay ,it attempts to show it is invincible,

Appears solid and very strong.

 

The tower looks  gigantic ,really gigantic,

Does it overshadows the undaunted?

Nay,it puts forth a look undaunted,

Feigns a pose inimitable and gigantic.

 

The tower   is high ,very high,

The tower appears strong ,doubly strong

The tower looks gigantic ,really gigantic,

Will it withstand the test of times?

Will it collapse as years roll by?

 

( The poem is a metaphorical allusion . Tower designates the  snobbish  , who feign in vain)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

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A Heap out There.


A fastidious bowl over,

An incongruous  show along,

A grotesque feel all over,

As I saw a heap lying along.

 

It was not a pile of waste ,

Nor a wholesome trash,

It was not  a  dusty paste,

Nor a gruesome  crash.

 

It was a  plastic heap,

Lying unmoved for years,

Bags ,bottles buried deep,

Moving earth to tears.

 

It is there steadfast,

Emanating a stench so foul,

People go ahead fast,

Twitching their noses with a growl.

 

It causes affliction,

As it lives persistent,

It incites a perpetuation,

As its extinction  is resistant.

 

It gulps the earth,

In a swift gobble,

It harms the earth ,

To a shaky wobble.

 

Insecurity finds place,

Fertility of the soil is at stake,

Health is in a disastrous phase,

Man encounters a real crisis not fake.

 

 

 

 

 

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Now a Noise then a Silence.


There was a loud thunder,

Then a silence,

There was a great fall,

Then a silence,

There was a hideous clash,

Then a silence,

There was a deliberate blow,

Then a silence,

There was a terrific gunning,

Then a silence,

There was heart-rending cry,

Then a silence,

There was a rattling prattle,

Then a silence,

There was a deafening noise,

Then a silence,

There was, there was ,everything loud,

Yet, there was, there was ,then a silence.

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Through the Window


I sat near a window,

Looked down below,

I saw heads many,

Some with  hair black,

Others shining bald.

 

I peeped out of the window,

Looked down below,

I saw figures in  clones

Some  a bag of bones,

Others a  mountain of  fleshy  tones.

 

I stared  through  the window,

Looked down below,

I saw movements apart

Some  making a  hurried depart,

Others entering  from various parts.

 

I  gazed  through  the window,

Looking down below,

I saw  interactions varied,

Some gesturing torrid,

Others gesticulating  horrid.

 

I bent  towards the window,

Looking down below,

I saw the world in a shadow ,

Enacting a beautiful tableau,

Proposing a calibre   pseudo.

 

 

 

 

 

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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.

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Raising Three Boys:A strain,a Drain,But Not in Vain


Article first published as Raising Three Boys: A Strain, a Drain, But Not in Vain on Blogcritics.

 

The strain of bringing up children, especially boys, has taken half my life. Yes, I am in my late 50s. I became a mother at 21, and from then on it was a struggle. I have three sons. When the eldest was eight the youngest was born and the middle one was three years old. Imagine my plight.

The eldest was always up to pranks, as eight-year-olds often are. He would be under a table, the next minute upon it, in a few minutes perched upon a tree making faces at me. While I went out to bring him down, the second one pinched the newborn, pulling the little one’s hair and running out in fear when the baby started crying. I had to lift the baby from the cot to console him, had to bring my second one to my fold lest he would feel unwanted, and had to pull the first one forcefully down from the tree and make him do his homework. It was a yoga.

While they were growing I had to undergo a different kind of exercise. I had to conduct coaching at home. I had to teach algebra to one, addition to the second, and counting to the youngest. I helped in writing essays, taught spelling, and identified the alphabets. Preparing food, supervising the laundry, and keeping the house clean were the other chores I had to attend to. I did all these with splendid vigour. Turning back, I see my efforts were amazing. How did I do all these things? Now I take hours to cook the meals. I grumble. I begrudge. I curse. My legs ache, my fingers get numb. I throw tantrums. Why do I feel so?

 

In the past I did so because I was young, because I had a lot of affection, because I wanted to meet the demands. Now I do so because of age, because of loneliness, because of saturation. My hands were full then. Now I am without work, with no pressing schedule anymore.

My children have migrated to different lands. We spend our days in two countries now. Part of the year we live in the country of our birth, but the major part in the country where our business is located. Recalling my erstwhile duties I feel exalted. My past was a stressful pleasure.

I discussed my experience with my children a little while ago. They enjoyed the narration and in between came out with the incidents which I had forgotten. They grinned and chuckled. Suddenly, to my despair, they broke into tumultuous laughter. I had never seen them in such high moods. I kept silent like a little girl ordered to keep quiet: “Put your finger on your lips.”

The three of them looked at my posture. They came close to me, sat around me, held my hands, looked at my eyes, and said slowly, “Mama, we are going through the same phase now. We lose our patience now and then, but never once did we see you furious.”

I brushed aside my tears and dragged the boys to my bosom. However old they might be they are still my sweet little boys, with velvety hair, big eyes, sharp noses, and broad mischievous grins.

Read more: http://blogcritics.org/culture/article/raising-three-boys-a-strain-a/page-2/#ixzz1cz30ewA3


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Nature in a Frame


It was a beautiful landscape.

Though  not  very extensive,

All forms were naturally shaped,

Flat, hilly, valley, padlock  all  in a derivative,,

Hedges , plants, shrubs, trees  altogether tufted,

Presenting  a picturesque bouquet decorative.

The rose plants displayed an exotic colourful hue,

Spreading  a lovely mild fragrance along the path,

The hedges extended a little high clue,

As they guarded the way without wrath,

The tall trees lent a shadowy cue,

As they gave a shelter with greenish bath.

The flowers blew over each other,

Raising a nostalgic intoxication,

The shrubs fell over one another,

Reviewing a  luxurious sensation,

The huge trees bowed  up and down on one another ,

Redirecting   a sumptuous  consultation.

The green grass ran  all through, 

In between the plants in  gaiety,

The thick green carpet   retold a grow,

As large  stretches  of  infinity,

The lush green lawns proposed a bow,

Commending the creators ability

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I Remain


Insignificant I want to be,

Unknown I like to be,

My lineage matters not,

My way of life is a sort,

Educated to meet my requirements,

 Though had a spectacular ranking averment,

 I grew up to be a silent spectator,

As  my share was gobbled  by an impersonator,

I  prefer to be away from all, 

Always in  time for a call,

 I like to remain calm,

Though still in form,

I do  not  talk about others ,

 But get antagonized if talked by others,

 I am dubbed as being proud,

As   I never once  bowed,

 I am very strong in mind,

Equally  sound in kind,

Want to know who am I?

Nay not ,I maintain anonymity.

 

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At Last The Snails


The garden abounds with fresh vegetables,

Ripe tomatoes sweep the pathway ,

Green chillies hang  midway,

Eggplants bloom  in purple along the causeway,

Leafy cabbages represent a royalty all the way.

 

Rains fall  in a heavy downpour,

Flooding the garden in  an uninterrupted sway,

The lovely vegetables get soaked in a desolate gay,

The earth looks like a marshy  tray

Snails big and small move about in the way.

 

They go about in a pace so slow ,

Coiling and recoiling in a manner so graphic,

Drawing into their hard shells seem so specific,

Over a period they multiply in numeric,

The garden encounters a danger symbolic.

 

The water recedes gradually  ,

The soil   happens to look like a slushy muddle,

The vegetables lie rotten in the muddle,

The snails track down the puddle,

The garden appears like an unsolved riddle.

 

 

 

 

 

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Fear surmounts


Woke up in the morning with panic,

Chaos  in the neighbour’s attic,

Everything was strewn around,

As nothing valuable was found.

 

Each one was analysing the possible  way

Every body was  giving out a solution  in a sway,

The neighbour stood gripped in fear,

Looking at the door in the rear.

 

It is easy to remove the tiles above

Stealthily  get down in an easy go,

It was skilfully planned and  undertaken,

Finally got muddled and  overtaken.

 

A wrong foot on the metal tin ,

Provoked a deafening din,

Enough to alert the inmates,

Awakening them to a checkmate.

 

 

The entrants made haste,

Collecting the available in a crate,

Their act released a fear,

Destabilising all to the barest bear.

 

Day in and day out,

Incidents  occur without doubt,

Sending signals of apprehension,

Placing everyone in a traumatic suspension.

 

The patrolling is very weak,

None are caught during the peak,

The Police let go the culprits free,

Inciting the citizens to keep a vigilant spree.

 

Theft and burglary have become common,

The local administration finds nothing uncommon,

Concentrating on charging the drivers for speeding,

The Police wantonly ignore the robbers of looting.

 

Governance is lacking  in district and state administration,

Right from the Clerk to the President  have their own disposition,

Taxing the people heavily for least dispensation,

Refuting to arrange for a simple protection.

Ignoring the thieves