Having lived all these years
with experiences both costly and dear
passed on the days with mirth and cheer
dotted with mock and jeer
spotted with sadness and strain
the heart bearing the pain.
Am not alone in this world
but so many others live in this world
with stock and pile of feelings
both good and bad dealings
come in successive retinue
standing in a long queue.
The consolation of not being alone
wis enough to induce a quick tone
of equanimity and juxtaposition
leading to a lively resolution.
Category: thoughts
The Sun Over Strains.
The sun kept on shining
not taking a rest till the evening
Why is it over straining?
What for it goes on shining
Knowing not the answer
took the books to refer
could not infer
references of prefer.
Took a trial out
Walked in steady stout
Soon fumbled out
as it resulted in a rout.
The sun kept on shining
not bothered about my disturbing
mind which kept on asking
Why is the sun over straining?
The Strife
A woman in her mid forties
was getting back to her country.
had no experience in air travel
came to me for help in finding the gates
and fulfilling the other formalities
She took to me well and came with me
She taking me as a sister
came out with her story bitter.
full of pain and tough experience.
Listening to her I got moved and tense.
She had lost her husband early in life
and with literally no money in hand underwent a strife
in bringing up and educating her sons
They are in their high school now
She is repatriating to the country of her birth.
Having completed her formalities in a dearth
and spent a reasonable amount in the procedure
anticipating a quick acceptance in a short tenure
My heart went out to her all the more
wishing her all the best in the fore
I bade her farewell as we reached our destination.
The world abounds with people of needs
who sustain and survive with minced feeds.
Verbal Jaunt.
A day without writing has made me dull.
Cobwebs creep in with a velocity
and lethargy sets in with a tenacity
I go without writing not for want of subjects
but to may frequent travelling prospects.
A month here and a month there of living
has robbed my enthusiasm to a temporary stifling
But remaining without writing has made me sad
if this goes on to days I would become mad
So started of my verbal jaunt.
once again
for otherwise my stance would be under strain.
Infatuation.—– Haiku
Sad Very Sad.
The evening was pleasant
with cool breeze flowing
wanted to sit out in a distant
and enjoy the coolness exciting
but in this area this is impossible
as there are continuous burglaries
to keep safe we have to lock reasonable
and sit inside thinking of the vagaries.
What a world it is ? one ponders
as not to enjoy nature’s endowment
but to
see the beauty from yonder.
It is but a sad denouement.
A Portrait Par Excellence.
It was a life-like portrait.
so realistic and detailed
highlighting every trait
without showing any curtail.
The finish was so enriching
with strokes of privilege
carefully got in the touching
with a remarkable coverage.
It was unbelievably believable
Engaging a credibility incredible
Emitting a brilliance brilliant.
Presenting a enlivening depiction.
The artist calls for recognition
as he is quite unknown in this region
keeping a modest profile in realiz
ation
should be honoured with distinction.
A Piece of My Mind.
To get over a crisis
or for that matter an up rise
more than that a difference
that relates to a reference
of a blow up
and a blow over
is to sit idle
like a puddle
without bothering
and without thinking
does not mean an overlooking
but a temporary holding
for a shot while
then revisiting in a style
would bring out a resolution
in a gainful notation.
Try this idea once
then y
ou would thank me not once
but forever.
With Cheers.
Beating Around.
Beating aroun
d the bush all the time
the sparrow was making merry of its time
neither finding food for its little ones
nor fending for itself in the run.
Tweeting and chirping all around
playing and hopping in the round
forgetting the little ones in the nest
the sparrow was enjoying at the best.
The little ones squeaked from the tree
being hungry and wanting to be fed free
They called for their mother all in one voice
the mother was running about with a choice.
The poor little sparrows cried and cried
Not getting any response could not abide
so tried to fly from the nest in tricky hops
Lo! they failed miserably falling as drops.
The task of coming direct to the point
should be the motivation of all in a joint.
Getting straight at anything is the best
as it is a resolution faring well when put to test.
The Heart in Her.
Learning everything by heart
she went to the exam with a whole heart.
As she entered the hall she felt a fear in her heart
But she had to sit for the exam poor heart.
She saw the question paper and her heart sank
as she had forgotten totally all in a blank.
She wrote nothing to be frank
and came out crying with a dying heart.

