Category: thoughts

The Fall And The Goal.

The fall is always heavy
with the bang and a crash
with a soft slide in cases
but any fall may it be big or small
goes through a process vivid
deep and down greatly
bringing in an agony
with an anguish and fear
holding on to the query
where there could be a rise
a flight from the abyss
With the possibilities high
that there could be a start over
renders a consolation what soever
pulling up the spirits already sunk
rolling the sleeves that had rolled past
getting into the field with a renewed charge
applying efforts with a refreshing gusto
the rise could be well organised
but mind you go in a steady support
not in a hap hazard meaningless advance
there you are sure to reach the goal

Tags crash, down., flight, Poem, Rise

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Feigned Cloak.

The insufficient behaviour found in men
The inadequacy of their performance.
The indecency expressed in their attempts.
The impudence shown in their activities
All these with holdings are not normal
they are not anything of the regular
but a feigned cloak over a defect
trying to hide the ineptitude
with a variant and degraded impressions
a kind of ruse to distract people’s attention
allowing them to concentrate on this eccentricity
than pinpoint the real folly and flaw lying down.

Tags attempt, cloak, feign, Poem

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Language Colloquialism

The language being a medium
it being a way of communication
going deep into the tedium
with its structural compositions
as grammar and its rules effective
with extensive punctuations
give it a straight course active
enabling a follow without deviations
restricting any little disturbance
going on with the set principles
that give it a distant appearance
with a practice being strict and steady
subjecting the language to a remote code
creating a difficulty totally incomprehensible
wherein the language loses its charm and flow
while bizarre elements find their way
depriving the language of its chastity
making it a homogenous mixture of colloquialism
as everyone and all others could speak with ease
while writing still commands a discipline and stability.

Tags chaste, colloquialism, language, Poem

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The Petals.

The petals have withered
which a day before flowered
soft and silky they looked
colourful and beautiful they were
now wrinkled and shrunk
they appear dull and drunk.

Tags cycle, Life, Petals, Poem, silky, soft

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In An Over.

The fathomless ocean roars
the high mountains oversee
the valleys look up
the flat lands go in stretch
with the sky looking down
along with its glittery stars
all through morn and night
thus goes the world
with a toss in an over.

Tags flat land, mountain., Ocean, Poem, Sky, valley, World

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Scratching The Head.

Upon a tree
sat a monkey
scratching her head
There came two other monkeys
might be her friends for long.
They had a reliable chat
with voice raising high
interrupted by a guffaw
intercepted by gestures
including humour and feelings
as well as love and tales
It was nice to watch them
Almost half an hour passed
taking not my eyes from them
followed their talk
could make nothing out
but could understand
that there was a bondage
strong and lasting
kept them in terms
without much trepidation.
Slightly off the track
I thought of men
not very appropriate at this time
but could not stop comparing
as men could not prolong
with such affinity
not able to connect so affably
Thinking so, I turned back
scratching my head.

Tags affable, affinity, chat, cordial, head, Love, Man, Monkey, Poem, scratch

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Away From Death

A brief stay in this world
might look longer to human
being the life span of men
about sixty to seventy years
in the maximum all through
is but a decimal in the millennium
cracking through the environment
destroying it without any reservation
entering into other’s lives
confusing them all to a meanly residue
back tracking the priority
forthcoming with the unnecessary
sidelining the principal
delving deep into the immaterial
focuses man on the living style
only just a few yards away from Death

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How Much Unsafe?

The fence holds you back
while the gate commands you
making a free entry impossible
with the key to every lock
there goes a feeling of unsafe
insecure be the world we live in
with fences, gates doors and windows
not left plain and wide open
they be fitted with latches and bolts
along with with huge locks and keys
while recently there goes gadgets advanced
the surveillance cameras capturing images
and security alarms beeping every other time
mostly in the night yelling out in deep throat
waking up the neighbourhood to a fear
as if some big burglary is on
while everyone rushes to find out
it is a crossing of a cat
or for that any other animal
that provoked the alarm to sound so noisy
while the real assailing is getting through
the alarm keeps mum and remains silent
with the surveillance in the front
having taken a break from its watch
as it requires a holiday
to click images lovely and beautiful.

Tags alarms, cameras, Cat, doors, fences, insecure, Poem, Safe

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Through The Same Window.

The perspective of individual varies
that which is sweet to one
becomes a poison to other
the one sees stars
looking out of the window
the other sand and pebbles
while seeing through the same window.
With perceptions at such a large deviance
no two could be the same
with attitudes and understanding
intersecting and contradicting most
Yet to survive in this world
where incongruities are at work
a compromise and a let go resignation
should take the prime place
with that anyone could get along
let alone succeeding in life
as success is not the only thing’
that matters most in reality
while there being great consequences
that need be tackled with skill.

Tags perspective, Poem, poison, sand, succeed, tackle., Window

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Vibrancy Keeps Going.

Vibrancy has been keeping me going.
Moving out has been a way out
Physical outlandish has been not in my cup
Mental wandering is my sip always
Thinking of one now following suite another
with a short intervals in between
certain times take me a little away.
Swayed away by thoughts I go one into another
while one is taking shape the other collides
giving me a better option and a proposition
bringing delight on most occasions
also landing me in dilemma in other times
Well,that has been how I sustain
with ideas and ideals crowding
with actions and moves gathering
getting into the stream by hopping
out of compulsion and necessity
unusually not my way of doing.