Category: thoughts

Watching It Live.

While the cultivation was in process
the farmer and his wife came to personal inspection.
The men and women were in their best moods
singing happily as they sow the seeds
Their song reflected mirth and joy
befitting the celebration of growth.
The women made peculiar sound by holding the lips together
while the men engaged in sowing responded to their women’s call
with a moderate song of love and prosperity.
As everything around reverberated with glee
there were the birds too who participated in the cultivation
by tweeting to their loved ones who came rushing
and pecked on the seeds that went astray while sowing
The farmer’s dog which was keeping vigil all along
started his choir by barking softly
and nudging his forehead against the farmer’s hand and playing
with the men who were busy in the field.
It was splendid to watch and a splendour on the go.
Those of you who are closeted in high raised apartments
glued to the T.V and ipads have missed out
the fastidious scenario extolling an exhilaration.

Tags Birds, cultivation, Dog, farme, men, Poem, r

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The Red Rose Near.

The little red rose over there
beckons all for long
to see her colour shimmering in the sun
and her soft petals softer than anything
a touch would bring it down
a watch would be enough she says
a lovely look would take us over
a kind notice would make prosper
while the red rose is calling and calling
the human race is going on busy
having no time to see the natural beauty
but having enough space to sit and watch
the nature’s loveliness in pictures and in T.V relays with a look agog
and talking to each other about the beauty that is shown
while right before them there lies a bounteous
that goes unnoticed bringing to mind
that familiarity breeds contempt.

Tags near., Poem, Red, Rose, T.V

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To The Progeny

Settling the accounts was never her forte.
Settling bills too escaped her attention.
Liking to buy things when she wants
whether needed or not was not her look out.
she bought not one or two
but purchased in scores
telling herself that she is collecting them
so as the next generation or the next-next generation
would find it useful and precious.
So saying she had a volume of gold in kilograms
and silver too double that of gold
with the treasure of diamonds
all not kept in lockers but in her wardrobe
lying there uncared as though they were not of value.
The bills were paid by her staff deputed by her husband
and on she went with her shopping spree.
Well, now with the gold price shooting up
and the silver and diamond equally getting above
she would pass on to her generations
enormous wealth all which could be carried in hand
Truly, she is a farsighted lady bestowed with financial planning.

Tags generation, humourous, Poem

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Old Familiar Faces.

Taking a long walk
round the lake
in the late evening
saw many familiar faces
which had gone through
lot of changes over the years.
A friend who was so robust and healthy
looked thin and meagre.
The other one with a pleasant figure
slim and elegant and trim
had accumulated flesh round the waist
Another one who was tall and handsome
had developed a double chin
and had a small protruding paunch
while the last one I saw
looked so energetic and cheerful
much against his older version
of exhaustion and fatigue.
Amused to see them all in such stature
completed my walk and reached home
wondering what would they all have thought
of my posture and composure.
Really ,a point to ponder.

Tags change. ponder., faces, panorama, Poem

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Abyss——- haiku

The small kid
went around in a skid
reckoning to bid.

Finding nothing amiss
skated through in a bliss
tumbling into abyss

Tags abyss, amiss, Haiku, kid, skid

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The Great Story Teller

My mother has a daughter
fair and lovely
with thick black hair
and big laughing eyes .
She is a nice child at times
but naughty most of the time.
My mother scolds her all the same
for not keeping quiet and breaking things.
My father always takes her in his arms
whether she be good or bad
it does not matter to him.
she loves him the most
but no, no she loves her mother too
for if she knows she likes her not
she would give a big pinch.
please do not tell her
what i told you it is but a secret.
The little daughter is no other girl
it is me ,me. cried my grand-daughter.

As told by her when she. came to see me some time back.

Tags father, gran- daughter, mother, pinch.love., Poem

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Round -Haiku

As I know
round is beautiful as known
denoting a pleasure.

Well, round is
symbol of happiness and joy
a gleeful exuberance

Tags Haiku, Happy, pleasure, round

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Eating The Cream.

Eating the cream
and leaving the pie
has been his habit
gulps every delicacy
as soon as it is laid
quickly and avariciously
This culture has been inbred
and he has inherited it
from his ancestors perhaps
I know not from whom
or is it his quality private
as the years have made him old .
lest, what a fool
am I to think like that
as he is a find
from the lower
coming from a family
which has money
but no culture
and added to that
ha has no basic education
to amend and go through
life in fashion.

Tags cream, Culture, Education, Money, pie, Poem

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Eruption and Friction.

A well manicured lawn.
a stretch of green with a shine
looking like a green carpet
with no designs but plain
plain throughout without
ups and downs or bumps and flats
pleasing to the eyes
giving to the eyes a pleasant treat wise
as the eyes have been always seeing
concrete structures tall and high
without anything green around
as all the trees and plants have been felled down
to host the tall sky scrapers in the bound
presenting a lifeless idiom of mechanism
with tall high risers installing air conditioners on each floor
getting high and high is a process
stifling to the environment on whole
as it has to bear all the structural weight
without any sharing as sizes broad would give a spread out
and be less taxing leaving the Mother earth in an equal balanced gravity
whilst the floors over floors pressure the land
more and more to a situation
when it could tolerate no more
but burst angrily like a furious volcano

Tags Environment, eruption, friction, lawn, Poem

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Tale of Greed.

Greed takes you to places
long away and not imaginable.
With the greed overwhelming
you would find yourself
in a place of fortune where everything
is fantastic and fastidious all in a bloom
wallowing in wealth while swallowing other peoples money.
This being one part of the game
when greed surpasses and surmounts
it would take you to a place least thought of
least interested in and more or less a place
which hosts disdain and terror in a mix
where corrupt and criminal get in
where robbers and murderers join hands
and where the hands are cuffed
where you have to put up with
immeasurable rudeness and unfathomable hardships
sentenced to jail waiting in tenseion
for your lawyer to come and take you in bail.
Really do you need to possess such a quality?
Think before you desire.