It is dark
dark, very dark, pitch dark,
Be it me or you
that might be one of us
going on into the stream
not able to object politely
not feeling to protest fiercely
a placid attitude on the go
never to raise the voice be what may
that has been my way,your way
all that matters every body’s way
harmless it might look on the surface
really harmful it sounds in depth
voicing the opinion then and there
would dispel controversies over there
while nurturing them for long
would lead to a burst in the run
affecting the health at first
finally a break beyond redemption.
that would affect
The days go in a hurried move
I wonder why they move
if they stay almost so
be not in a steady go
it would be great in the flow
as the leisure would be there
nothing to hurry and take care
else all would be lovely and fair
as there would be no passing of the day
with the clock not moving in a way
the sun ascending lethargically all day
as we slowly munch our break fast
while we sip our tea not in deliberate cast
sitting back leaning on a pillar all the more
with legs drawn straight to the fore
there we relax hearing nature’s song
the orchestra of the birds and insects playing
there we pass and pause with joy
Is that day anything near so as to enjoy?
if that be so close and so near
I would remain in this land without fear
.
The eccentricity I possess
goes with me in writing too .
I write with a passion and force
I am unaware of its source
It is a drive unknown to me also
as I go on writing from morn to night in gusto
posting on my little canvas in the course
while my readers wonder ,of course
why I keep on posting in rows
might be feeling and smiling as they browse
thinking of me as an eccentric at their doors
or as one similar to a drunkard in a doze
who drinks with a fervour at no regular chose
unable to stop at any time but be it continuous
Well! this is another addiction being
little strenuous
that possesses me for long
know not be it good or bad.
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Let be the creativity
that embraces the infinity
be it in verse or music
it appears a mystic
be it in art or sculpture
it mesemerises the spectator
that creativity is not found anywhere
it being seen not in an ordinary ware
it being thoroughly exclusive in shine
looking exquisite and fine
the creation be that of God or man
seen through the glasses of plan
there be a selective design and a uniformity
with the structure in all its dimensional credibility
there we see a great verse with a flow
an enchanting recital with a divine glow
a lovely painting that captures the eye
a beautiful sculpture that forces a buy.
there lies the heart of creativity
be it in God or man in all its nativity
The mosquito bites always
stings and sucks the blood
causing a havoc and a mess
found in the tropics and equatorial regions
around the slushy swamps and stagnant water mass
among the dense forests and fields
they swarm and breed not in hundreds
but in millions and trillions
stinging the old and young
a tiny creature and an insect
casting venom on the population
so huge, massive and uncountable
who could do nothing to eradicate
while the scientists claim with pride
that they have sent missiles to Moon and Mars
spending hours and days non stop
years and decades not sleeping
working on that is beyond grasp
yet they catch it and capture it
while they stand desperate
before the tiny little insect
The morning works out for calls
with the appointments in the follow
and nothing could go through the hollow
each being important and vital
one has to go up by the title
arranging the alibi by importance
and then going by the relevance
there arises a multiplication of prompts
that go with the highest fonts
a great vigilance has to accompany
that should not relax the symphony
likewise the execution has to be underway
stumbling on no obstacle in the pathway
a meticulous effort goes ahead in the program
making the morning a time for instagram