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It is a Dog’s Tail

Dogs are faithful and friendly,

Keep vigil and act tenderly,

Nestles and nudges closely

At the sight of familiar people .

They turn fierce and violent,

Bark aloud with anger affront,

Rush and attack those in front,

When they see strangers.

Dogs are pleasing and rude ,

Depending on their breed,

But all dogs have in common right,

A tail which is not straight.

Dogs wag their tail with affection,

They raise their tail in destruction.

They lower the tail in apprehension.

Never do they straighten it.

It is hard to make the tail straight,

As hard as to make Man straight,

Most of men conceal forthright,

Few remain upright.

Dogs ,at least are faithful,

Men are none other than deceitful,

Dogs guard their masters,

Men loot their fellow beings.

The beast excels the human,

In terms of sincerity and acumen,

Clicking the grade of a showman,

Standing atop a pinnacle.

Tags Comparison, Dog, Poem, Sincere, Tail

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Aggressive Speculation

This is going to happen cries the heart,

This will happen warns the mind,

Nay,it should not take place whispers the heart,

Yep, it will certainly dawn orders the mind,

The heart whimpers and wails,

The mind guffaws and laughs,

It is heart breaking indeed!

It is mind-boggling in fact!

Uncertainty claims the life,

Unusual fear fills the heart

Making it suffer and derail,

Casting a poignant shot,

Leaving an indelible mark ,

Pain settles in,

Finally taking the life out,

Throwing the heart into a jungle

Tags Fear, Poem, Speculation

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Elegy for Terrorism

A decade packed with terrorism and violence,

Ten years of fear and turbulence,

Has made the world gape and nervous

Rendering a disaster diabolical and grievous.

Oil rich nations are in turmoil serious

Vying for power and wealth tedious,

The western nations bereft of oil,

Seize the unrest by activating a foil.

The disturbed countries fall a prey,

To the ambit of the western sway,

Giving place to war and death,

Where their own kith lose their breath.

The displeasure found an expensive target,

In the twin tower attack which beget,

Innumerable innocent lives in a wink,

Grazing the tall structures to a blink.

Spearheaded by Osama Bin Laden,

The destruction was an episode that saddened,

Millions and billions all over,

Leaving them defunct moreover.

Obama carried a shoot out in Abbottabad,

Where Osama fell to the gun shots bad,

Came an end to the terrorism of Osama,

Brought out in strict secrecy by Obama.

With that terrorism should get away,

But still there are few ingots in the fray,

Who have to be handled with care,

To eradicate the remains of terrorism in full fare.

A small hope shoots up,

A little desire spurts up.

Will the world be a land of peace?

Can Mankind exist with ease?

Tags Poem, terrorism, Wish

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A Mindful Move at the Mindless Age

Post author By meenas17
Post date May 2, 2011
1 Comment on A Mindful Move at the Mindless Age

Relocating at a ripe age is holding me aghast,

My productive years have run fast,

Nestling in my town of birth all along

Gave a solace and comfort so long,

With host of helpers at my beck and call,

With my young boys running about to a fall,

The ambience was of cheer and fun,

Leading me to a great run.

Run ,did I attempt unaware,

Landed me is a country not so bare,

Loaded with wealth and treasure,

Rendering a lot of pleasure,

Unable to experience due to age,

But finding amidst the rage,

Have no go but to shift.

Shift , did I at the wrong time,

To the land of prime,

Am trying my best to cope with changes,

That never did I held in ranges,

Getting to know strangers of different races,

Gesticulating with signs and traces,

Involving a conversation ahead.

Conversing thus in signs and lip moves,

Learnt the language in slow proves,

By releasing an empty smile at the sight,

The strangers became friends in moments right.

My transition at the not so apt period,

Is pushing me into trends myriad.,

More so !A mindful move at the mindless age!!!

Tags Age, Poem, Transition

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An Ode To values

Living in a secured society ,

Holding values as a priority,

Putting aside likes to a substitute,

My Choices are few and absolute.

Tracing back to the forefathers,

Driving through their reforms rather,

Lets one calibrate the honours acquired

To live a systematic life as required.

Well!, with rigorous strictures ahead,

A bohemian life is a sin to be beheaded,

Following the rules set by the grandfathers,

Is the only way out for the gatherers.

It is a routine monotony prime

Getting up every day in time,

Carrying out the chores without fail,

Closing the day with no postponed trails.

When shall I get time to gaze?

At the dark blue sky in grace,

When shall I find time to hear?

The sweet songs of the birds in the rear.

Never at all ! cries my soul.

As your days are few in all.

To you the honk and the buzz ,

Are the only melody to fuss.

Is it ? I sob and sob in full

It is so in true hub, quoth my soul.

“Blessed be you with such discordance,

As you bear high the torch of reverence.

Tags Choice, Poem, value

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Writing on the Wall- Part Two

Post author By meenas17
Post date April 30, 2011
1 Comment on Writing on the Wall- Part Two

Occupied mostly with mundane chores,

Missed the call of my son at the door,

Running here and there in the peak morn,

Brushed aside the cry of the little don,

Preparing hectic for the day’s ordeal,

Forgot the little one’s important deal.

He demanded a paper to scribble,

I gathered myself into a crucible,

Relaxing in the couch with closed eyes,

Getting restless he cast the dice,

Took dozen crayons to the beautiful wall,

Unaware of his attempt I cuddled like a deflated ball.

He drew images large and small,

Making his father look tall,

Figuring me as a petite dame,

Himself as a bright boy to name,

The colours red , black and blue.

Made the wall resemble a gaudy true.

The white wall became a canvas pretty

To the little one’s imagination dainty,

His world consisted of three,

Father, mother ,himself in a spree,

Stealthily he walks across to me,

Reclines in my lap like a gentle be.

Tags Children, Poem, Writing

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Child Like

Witness to children’s quarrel,

Saw them roll like a barrel,

Heard them shout and cry,

For no reason why?

Pulling each others ‘hair,

Screwing one another’s’ ear

Bashing,slapping and hitting ,

It is nothing but violence.

A few hours later,

Saw them in a close quarter,

Playing merrily in the garden,

Jumping across the fence laden,

With closed bars of iron,

Hugging each other with love,

Holding hands as friends,

Smiling ,joking and cheering,

It is nothing but affection.

I was a witness to that,

I am a witness to this,

I know not what it is all about?

I assume it is child like.

Yes, Children teach us,

To be simple and true.

Tags Child, Poem, true

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An Ode to Cough

The mercury is rising high day by day,

Humidity sets in with great sigh,

Alas!air cons and fans struggle to cool the sphere,

Brought in by torrid warmth all through the rear.

Perspiration kindles a discomfort in bounds,

The body gets sweltered by the fiery hounds,

An unusual breathing stifles the heart,

As the phlegm in the lungs strikes an onslaught.

The persistent cough comes in quick succession,

With a bow-wow bronchitis eruptions,

The phlegm rolls up the throat like a ball

Knocking at the respiratory track in frequent calls.

The congestion strikes the vocal cord harshly,

The incessant cough nettles the laryngitis deeply,

A reddish tinge and an excruciating pain emanates,

As the patient is in a terrible turmoil stagnates

Tags cough, heat., illness, Poem

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The Quest For Gold

The Yellow metal soberly,

Has turned the stones briskly,

By rising gradually ,

To shoot up suddenly,

In a buzzing move graphically,

To an unassuming level sporadically.

Today it races ahead,

Tomorrow it will behead,

But the thirst will spearhead ,

A demanding price spread ,

Soliciting a tumultuous thread,

That of an imposing surge dread

Gold is into a spectacular momentum. The rise in prices ,in the past three years, is unbelievable.

In 2007 the price of gold was between $639-$833. The year 2008 saw a volatile trend-$826-$908-$1003-$727-$869.Gold crossed the $1000 mark on 14/March/2008.
There was a slight upturn in the price of gold in 2009. The price change was significant. $874 -$956-$1059-$1137-$1212-$1087.
2010 was the year of gold. The up swing was very effectively felt. The price ranged from$1121-$1093-$1245-$1388-$1415-$1405 .2011 saw a steady rise.
There was a slight dip in January /28/2011-$1311.On February/1/2011 it crossed 1400 once again. Then on, it never turned back. It is now trading at $1476.

Gold , now, behaves like a social currency than a commodity.

Gold is a safe haven, an edge against any economic, political social or fiat currency crises.The stock market collapse, the currency failure ,burgeoning national debt, war, unrest make gold a worthy investment .It is also subject to speculation by futures contracts and derivatives.
Changes in sentiment than changes in annual production effect gold price..About 2000 tonnes go into jewelry or industrial , dental production and 500 tonnes go to retail investors and gold traded funds.
Currencies are under severe stress. We print paper money to pump money into the economy, making it less valuable.
India is the largest consumer of gold ,consuming 27% of the world production followed by china and U.S
The prise of gold is also affected by artificial price suppression arising from fractional reserve banking and naked short selling.

The traditional way of investing in gold is buying gold bars. Large gold bars carry an increased risk of forgery.Gold coins are common way of owning gold. Exchange traded funds and gold certificates are less known methods of investing in gold.
Gold has value but no return. Stocks have value and growth. The latter is a preferred instrument ,when there is political stability. Investment in gold come to the mind during recession and war.
Stocks against gold , a study, reveals that holding a prime company’s share valued at $1450 yields a better revenue than owning an ounce of gold. Stocks earn while we own. Gold earns when we sell.Some valuable stocks have doubled , while gold rise is between 40%-50%.
Gold is the most speculative commodity. In 1980, its price was $1000 , a few months later it tumbled to $850 and finally rested on $300.
The common belief is that gold has a “real “value.

Real is a relative word. What is real? It is that what we eat.It is that where we live.It is that which we share. It is that how well we sustain.
The time well spent with children, with friends, imparting valuable education to our offsprings and making the world into a better living place are worthy investments which will reap more value than gold.
The value of pure gold diminishes , but the value of good life enhances.