Category: thoughts

The Spark.

Post author By meenas17
Post date May 25, 2013
1 Comment on The Spark.

The spark in her
seen through the eyes
is but a glitter of her wit
a depiction of her intellect
showing her high skills
and lovely traits
that make her charismatic
in society and in the community
she lives with great pride and decor
She rises up to any occasions
giving out superior ideas
and bringing out an amicable treatise
with her genial spirit and acumen
and her qualities
both endearing and capturing
which are not just idealistic in the go
but very exciting and insinuating in pursuits
A lady of rare refinement and culture
hard to be seen in all the days
in past, present and future.

Tags endearing., intellect, Poem, spark

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Catastrophe.

Limitations are holding the progress
keeping them in a digress
which is but very rigorous
as they come in action vigorous
if not followed strenuousthey burst out into an outrageous
creating a situation disastrous
falling into a pothole sacrilegious
dooming everything with an impetuous
mood of operations into a deliberate catastrophe.

Tags limitations, Poem, Progress

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Deep Into The Woods.

The woods are dark and deep.
They are full of fear in a heap.
The birds twitter and beep.
The animals roar and sleep.
The men tread in and leap
while the wild animals make a sweep
and make hay with their reap
penetrating into the woods by a creep
with the blood soaked prey in the tight keep
as the forest rangers go around in their jeep.

Tags deep, Heap, Poem, woods

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Dreams And Real.

Entering into the world of dreams
where everything is a fantasy
wandering there with no thought of the world
seeing castles and lovely gardens
with men to serve and women to stand
eating from where you are and
dining the sumptuous delicacies
would be a welcome change to anyone
but it would hold good only as a change
not as a permanent walk through
as work is the only thing
that keeps us in style.

Tags back, dreams, Fantasy, Poem, work

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Dinners And Teas.

With people all around the tables
and the dish laid in a style
accompanied by a concert
where the music flowed in ecstasy
but could not be heard
in its full stature
as there was a noisy chatter
going on rolling upon
the day’s work and the gossip
stretching towards the other one
to the nether one a prolonged affair
who said this and who said that
whose face was morose
and who kept himself to a pivotal
all these ramblings get across
marring the serenity
and disturbing the spirit
for which the dinner was held
Well, this is man’s composure
and trait from ages
down to this era
where the centrifugal loses its place
and the ancillary gets atop.
Well, dinners and teas’ are part of society’s
live through and once in a way
they provide an interlude of ease
but with an overlapping of rumours
and meaningless talks and laughter
the music flowing all over falling on no ears
and the dinner ends up with a big thanks giving
for what I really do not know.

Tags dinner, Gossip, Poem, rumour, tea

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Love Themes

Ramblings make up a poem.
Emotions add the charm to the write.
Message makes it a preach
bereft of enjoyment in the reach.
Poems become a screech
with a repeated insinuations of love
saying I loved you
and you ditched me
I need you very much
and cannot live without you as such.
If these make up a poem
what else would not
and the feeling is that
poems are centered on love
nothing but love
that too very romantic
and extremely passionate.

Tags Love, Poem, Themes

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Little Majesty Left

The majestic get up fades with age
yet there is a trace of it left behind
which keeps the posture intact
As we get old our outlook takes a different note
Keeping the house intact
with the children getting in as they are born
and getting out once they grow
flying out with new-found wings
Then the husband takes the prime slot
calling her out for each and every other errand
treating the equally aging wife like an errand boy.
The wife runs hither and thither looking after him
and then gets tired of the running
reclining back to a relaxation.
Now with the issues both private and business holding her
wherein she could find time to take care of herself?
In the milieu she gains weight unknowingly
and her figure gets a little drenched out
stretched most by the child births
and more also by the stress and strain she undergoes.
Looking after herself takes a back seat
and she gets ahead still trying to maintain her poise.
Dignified she still is with a difference
as she has grown bulky with flesh deposits in prime areas
and hair greying around the temples with deep lines in her forehead
and a double chin a new status she has achieved
after years of slogging and working
which has went unnoticed and unhonoured.
Still with a discipline and decorum and what little majesty is left
she prolongs waiting for the call of eternity.

Tags Discipline, fleshy deposits, gaining weight., Lady, Life, majesty, Poem, strain, stress

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An Obsession. Costly.

Recasting the whole thing
found many pieces missing.
The important parts are not to be found
The remaining parts did not fit together
Thinking what to do
and how to find the missing ones
landed on a project
of searching for old things.
Well, that became a hobby for some time
and in course of time turned into an obsession.
With the old things in mind
this old hag went about hunting
and while in her exploring era
could find lot of treasures
still holding high value.
not minding the price
as to me they are precious
and above all priceless and hard to get.
bought most of them.
Then stopped for a while
to get time to arrange
the things in a proper set up
and also halted more so for a reason
most binding and most essential
for the accrual to replenish
then would go along the collection spree
much to the chagrin of my family.
This mania I think i got it from my ancestors
both my grandfathers being inclined to art
not only objects but also patrons of music and literature.

Tags art., grandfathers, hobby, Literature, Music, obsesion, old things, patrons, Poem

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Poesy Great.

Writing with a message
is never my cup of tea
Writing for the sake of writing
is my paramount love.
Write what comes in your mind
with a pleasant touch.
Write with a spontaneity
that gushes into your thought.
Never arrange or rehearse
as they do for stage plays
then it becomes mechanical
devoid of feelings.
It is the thought
that makes the play.
it is the words
that go to make it enjoyable..
it is the flow
that adds the charm .
it is the rhythm
that renders harmony.
Above all it is the felicity
that makes poesy great.

Tags Great, Poem, poes

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Go With The Tide.

With a bewildering thought
he made an apprehensive start
digging into the foray
getting into the array
knowing no other avenue
got into the venue
and lost himself in the milieu
vanishing in the retinue
becoming one with a crowd
losing the identity in a shroud
as it is always easy to go with a majority
than stay back with the minority
though the minority fight for justice
which is a folly thaat would be teased
and their rising vehementally in protest
as against the destructive tests
which they had undergone and undergo
without a faltering ego.
As it looks and sounds go with the tide
is safe and secure to abide
he amalgamated himself with the winning
and in course of time would be shining.
This is what is called as real prudence.