Going across the bridge
not in a hurry
saw a small ridge
something to worry
stopped awhile
deliberated for a moment
crossed without a trial
well, has won the tournament.
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Either Way it Could Be
It was sunny in the morning
turned breezy in the midmorning
became dark in the afternoon
rains came in the late afternoon
The sun
slightly looked up in the evening
know not why it went down quickly
darkness sets in early
cool is the early night
colder still in the late hours
a synergy of natural forces
all going well in the course
that which is seen now
disappears fast in the flow
could be that of life
happiness is seen in almost
switches itself to grief in the inmost
the laughter of the heart in its content
diffuses into a cry in an abundant
either way it could end in a trial
exhilaration transcends into melancholy
the one into another in a sail
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A Male World.
The world without women
seems to be uncommon
why not we create the world?
how can we make the world
?
let us appeal to God to change
do an alteration in a range
a place without a woman
male alone lives as human
could you imagine, my friend?
how would be the trend?
there would be no growth
in a time lead to a loathe
relations would flourish
there could be nothing to cherish
soon smile would disappear
stagnancy would slowly appear
you could find no competition
the result is an incompletion
knowingly man turns chauvinistic
make the woman agnostic
extend a little of your passion
embrace her with affection
the world would be different in a sense
bliss would descend and it would be heaven
A talk all through the evening
a conversation over the phone
I wait for the phone to ring
expect the most familiar tone
the weekends usually is fun
not like the weekdays
when I have to work in tons
tired and exasperated always
I relax on Saturdays
answering the successive phone calls
the one after another in a way
they be in the order never false
the first from my first born at the onset
enquires my welfare in words of choice
the next one from my second at the behest
in his inimitable way introspects on my poise
the final call from my little one when at rest
who interrogates my health status
all the three come up in different turns
the subject being I at all runs
it is the mother, the mother all the more
they could not think of anything more.
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Quake In Kathmandu
Every day breaks with a news
that be of any use
days ago it was a storm
a day ago it was another form
being an earthquake in Kathmandu.
The rains and winds in Sydney
paralysed life being windy
raged violently for three days at the most
loss of lives being minimal almost.
The quake yesterday in Nepal
devasted life to a fall
existed for a moment although
enough to commit a collapse in the go.
Disasters all around the earth
occur so soon in a dearth
science and technology stand silent
unable to cope with the violent.
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Real And Fake
I stand shell shocked
I am aghast with agony
a puritan I thought
he would be
has turned a criminal
he could not be.
My heart sinks with pain
My heart weeps and sobs
a loner in life I thought
he would be
has turned a fraud
he could not be.
My mind pulls away in shame
My mind drags me out of fame
an affable guy I thought
he would be
has turned cruel
he could not be.
Well the feel and wish
he would be
has turned flat and blatant
he could not be
the real becomes fake
the duplicate turns original.
A vegan meals
plant food in the deal
a saturated feel.
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