Category: thoughts

The Home-Echoes of Joy

The house bubbles with joyous play
seeing children running here and there
playing hide and seek
doing a bit of gardening
much different to the modern children
who sit glued to the T.V
or else busy with their computers.
The yelling and shouting ‘
continued till the evening
letting out for a short break
the time for bathing and meals.
Otherwise it was full of activities
making the house reverberate with laughter.
The house hosting such mirth and happiness
reacted with a smile broad and generous.
You might wonder Could a house smile?
Smile it did ,that too broadly
brimming with joy and swelling with pride
The house has become a loving home
a great plausibility of reference in the run,.

Tags home, Joy, Poem

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Home is Great.

The home where one is born
evokes nostalgic memories in turn
The child would not know
the place but could feel it as of now.
The familiarity would seem strange
but it does exist in a range.
The environment gets close to him
Leave alone the house be small or big
the influence is great
The cozy environment that surrounds.
The ticking of the clock that is around
the sound of the buzzer that irates
the creaking of the gate that irritates
and the movement of the people inside
with the opening of the doors in sides
and the banging of windows due to harsh wind
and the smell that comes from the kitchen in bind
gives an attachment to the child unassuming
develops a sensation of belonging to him
That be so the home becomes a second mother to child
in which he could derive strength and tenacity wild
where he could deliberate and deviate
where he could do what all he likes
Home is beautiful and great.

Tags familiar., home, Poem, Sound

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House Turns into a Home

The house becomes a home
not overnight
but in course of time
with episodes and events
incidents and happenings
children and family
make it dear and loving
converting it into a home.
The brick and mortar
the wood and steel
the tiles and fittings
make the house grand
It is the feelings
both happy and sad.
It is the interactions
both pleasant and unpleasant.
It is the movement
of children running with joy.
It is the organising
which the lady of the house does
goes on to make a house a home.
A home is where we derive strength
where we get reconciliation
where we seek comfort and attention
The word “home” holds
myriads of connotations
known and unknown.
Home, My sweet home.

Tags home, lovable, Poem

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Nature -Haiku

Nature is natural
with fresh lakes and hills
expressive of nature.

Naturally it is
lovely and delightful to view.
eloquent in nature.

Nature naturally calls
birds, animals and man for
relaxation in nature.

Tags Haiku, natural, Nature

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The Hills Above.

The majestic hills
with their slopes
and winding paths
stand apart
tall and broad
towering and hovering
carrying with them
a powerful synergy
and a dramatic irony
that of greatness in tone
and a simplicity in bearing
proposing a deign
and a shine
that is inherent
in their bind
The hills greet all
with pleasure and cordiality
supplying amply
a coolness and freshness
appropriate for relaxation
adding colour to the cheeks
and relieving the body of its strain.
A stock of animals roam high up
coming down in search of food
pass of doing no harm
if left undisturbed
but come with an attack
if seen playing truant.
The water flowing down the hills
glitter like silver
when sun’s rays fall on them
flowing with a hissing sound
and the bees buzzing about
while the birds chirp and tweet
adding mirth to the surroundings
A week in the hills a year
revitalise the body and mind
adding tenor and vigour.

Tags cheeks, colour, hills, majesty, Poem

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The Self Conscious Ocean.

Roaring all days
the mighty blue ocean
goes up and own
one time in fury
another time gently
dashing towards the shore
getting across in a wink
receding to the ocean
kissing the shores with a hug
which looks like an embrace once
and which appears as a strangle in another.
The ocean ‘s roar grows in sound
and velocity according to times
getting over the hills and mountains in anger
and caressing the land in a happy mood.
With the ships carrying men and goods
plying down the seas to the other part of the world.
With the fisherman throwing the nets
attempting to catch a sprawl of fish
With the whales swimming deep
overturning the boats and ships
and small fish rushing here and there
wanting to escape from the whales and men.
The ocean goes on roaring and flowing
unperturbed by rain or storm
by heat or drought – a self-conscious worker.

Tags fish, Ocean, Poem, roars, ships., whale

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The Little Pond.

The little pond round
full of water brimming
with lot of fish swimming
and lot of frogs hopping
having a myriad of plants around
and the lilies white and red
blooming across in a colourful swarm.
They cast the shadow on the waters
presenting an amazing picture
of prosperous growth
animated by the visual effects.
The pond lies in the center of the village.
being a source of water to the people
and a resourceful place for lovers
while the fisherman catches fish
the bees buzz around the flowers
sucking the sweet nectar
and inducing a pollination all through
with the promotion of growth in the land.
The frogs croak and the tadpoles jump
in and out of the water
presenting a lively action
making on experience the geniality of nature.

Tags fish, flash, frogs, Poem, pond

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Grass Grows.

Grass grows everywhere
It spreads across
once it finds itself rooted.
So goes on the grass growth
and grass looks a simpleton
with no frills and adorns
just a green blade
with a green shade
and the lively green renders
a lovely and cheerful gait.
The grass throngs with ease
but never comes up under shelter
It needs a lot of sunlight to grow
and grows with a fond
with a diversification around.
Grass, if well-kept, becomes a lawn
an if unkempt turns into a weed.
Well, everything lies in the perception
and the grass to is no exemption
The weed is extracted with care in plantations
but the lawn is taken great care in parks and houses.
Grass has its own value and merit
vouchsafing its colour and verdant

Tags grass, Poem, verdant, weed

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The Bud Becomes A Flower.

Watching out into the garden
saw a tiny bus on a plant.
it looked so small and cute
a wee little and minute.

As everything grows
this little one opened out
and looked a little big
and strong not frail.

The opening could be seen
after careful inspection
The bud seemed to be in a dilemma
as to smile or not to smile.

leaving the bud to itself
fearing constant care could spoil
went about with my work
returning to find it has blossomed.

The bud has become a flower
spreading fragrance all over
with an astonishing beauty
arresting every one who passed by.

It is not anything wonderful
you might say
but for me it holds
a divine illumination.

The course of its growth
and the way it bloomed
deliver a bout of enlightenment
transcendental and one of contentment.

Tags bud, Enlightenment, flower, Poem, Transcendental

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The Big Tree

Gazing at the tree
with all its green leaves
and large branches
spreading with a shelter
where birds had their nests
and monkeys resided in joy.
What a wonder it is !
to hold such a grandeur
and host such multitude
extending them a secure place
and providing them their food
yet standing with dignity and
soliciting still more
to its haven of peace.
Does it teach? I ponder
The principle of secularism illustrated wonderfully
along with the humanitarian consideration
which we humans lack
gets demonstrated impressively.