Category: thoughts

A Routine Unlikely.

There being a strain of running here and there
driving up in the morn
coming down in the evening
with a light lunch in between
walking through the whole area
while the sun is shining bright
right over the head letting out a scorch
engaging in picking up loose fruits
then counting the bigger ones
overseeing that they be loaded without any miss
going behind the lorry to the weigh bridge
getting the fruits weighed properly
returning to follow the same routine.
Well, this has been happening for the past few years
sapping the energy and draining the health
leaving me a faint fatigued being
I am now a ghost of what I had been earlier
looking tired and sun burnt with lifeless eyes

Tags energy, Poem, Routine, sun burnt.

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Bereft Of Heritage.

Living in a land of tradition
where orthodoxy is adamant
where now there is a mild diffusion
encumbering the values and culture
invigorating the beliefs and faith
proves to be anything suffocating.

The land is going through a transition
where there is going to be a confrontation
leading to a definite collision
which would cause a pandemonium
and loss that would escape calculation
making the land bereft of heritage.

Tags bereft, collision, Heritage, Poem

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Experience over Research.

In all likelihood
there is going to be rain
said the weather forecast.
while my grand old man
in his eighties firmly refutes saying
that in all impossibility
there would be not a drop of rain.
Whom to believe?
I stay sullen
My grand old man
has once again proved right
there was not a single drop of rain
anywhere nearby.

Tags Experience, Poem, Water

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Do You know?

$math-05$ Do you know addition?
I asked a six-year-old.
She smiled at me
looking at me funnily.
Thinking she does not know
went on to ask
if she is familiar with the tables.
Breaking into laughter
posing a mischievous smile
she said additions and tables are for the old
manual and doing it by rote are not her way.
saying She brought to me sheets of arithmetic
taught by the Kumon method
I could not make head or tail of it
as I belong to the old school
where maths is taught with fun
counting with beads in kindergarten
with the carry over and carry forward
with a borrower and a lender
with speed and time, ratio and proportion
with measurements and distance
all in one go
right from class one upwards
we went in a steady flow
slowly and steadily assimilating everything in school
where none other activity or coaching became essential.

Tags kumon, maths., Poem

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The New -Born

The new-born cries
seeing the world perhaps
knowing fully well of the corruption
understanding the greed
counting the scathing remarks
noticing all things done improperly
The baby would cry even more
and hope it would not stop
if it sees the other atrocities
that rule the world blasphemous
sealing it to a devastation.

Tags atrocities, cries, new- born, Poem

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Mystery

Post author By meenas17
Post date July 25, 2013
1 Comment on Mystery

The river flows into the ocean
know not where the ocean flows
in the end.

Tags flow, Ocean, Poem, River

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Night Life

The twinkling stars race across the sky.
The full moon stands steadfast shining bright
as the darkness envelopes the clear blue sky
rendering a coolness different from the day bright.
With the night setting in slowly in the sky
the birds gradually retreat into their nest
and the animals sluggishly lie down for rest
man gets on his night life in a grand old bar.
When every living being gets back into the cool
man gets into the much burning liveliness
losing his energy and health in a pub
boozing merrily and watching dancing dames.
Quixotic is man deviating from the proclaimed precepts
thinking high of himself but stoops much low than his counterparts.

Tags Life, Man, night, Poem

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The Day Passes.

The day has gone past.
The events have fled fast.
They have moved away from the original.
Things that could have concluded in internal
has come out in the public to the external.
That which seemed to be cumbersome
has turned out not to be loathsome.
Expecting not such terms all along
had to remain with fingers crossed
keeping the mouth shut all through
but with watchful eyes examining through
a conclusion is yet to come into force
hope to achieve the slot one chose.

Tags conclusion, Day, Fast, Past., Poem

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Live For You

She was crying all the more.
She broke into sobs now and then evermore.
She wept and wailed beating her heart in pain
Tears trickled down her rosy cheeks like a train.
Her face became red and swollen.
None could comfort her
None wished to go near her.
Her feelings were so intense .
Somewhere down the house
there came a voice in a whisper
Ma, ma, called the little one in best temper.
She stood dazed for a while remaining wild
Ran to get hold of her child
Holding him tight she said
I would live for you my child.

Tags Child, cry, pathos, Poem

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The Cackle All Along.

The bird cackle all day long.
why I know not?
Their chirping is not one of gay
Why is it so I know not?
What for they make noise so sad?
I think in length all the while.

Listening to them always made me cheerful
Buoyant would I go with their songs
Humming with them all through the intervals
ans watching them in glee every time I see.
They are an inspiration to me all along
as I see them to be one with them in a belong.

The cackling continues more with a tinge of sadness.
i go in and out to find what went wrong.
getting no clue from their movements
retreat inside with a terrible alarm.
Confused and clueless I sit in a daze
not ever finding the cause of the mirthless cackle.