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An Alarm False or Real.


An unknown reptile  creeps into the backyard,

It is red ,blue and yellow with bold marks,

It slithers on like a flaming rod,

Glittering unholy in the dark.

 

It has slipped into the yard  isolating from its tribe,

Signalling to a teeming populous in the garden,

 Gleefully slitting the roots of the flowering plants in a jibe,

Joyfully sucking the juicy liquid like a rodent.

 

They are  none other than a sort of gardener’s pest,

Thriving in fives and hundreds after the rainy seasons,

Languishing slowly  in the torrid sun’s zest,

Straying  into the yards in quest of hibernation.

 

Jauntily proposing a colourful exterior,

They vehemently destroy the blossoming foliage,

 Greedily wreck the delightful  interior,

 Perfidiously gobble the green leafage.

 

To get rid of them is  elaborately laborious,

It is painful to see the devastation,

Still more horrible to kill the notorious,

More so to infringe the earth with pesticide horrendous.

 

How to save my garden,I know not?

My heart throbs and my eyes well,

Seeking seriously for a way out,

The  very thought rummage my mind to a shell.

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mind thoughts True turmoil

Lost Forever.


Running through the winding way,

Negotiating through the jerky turns all the way,

Neglecting the ups and downs in the fray,

I dashed head over heels in an exhaustive sway,

To find my treasure lost in the deep bay,

Did you get it ? you say,

I shake my head implying a “nay”,

What did you lose ? you  bray,

My mind, my mind ,I crave.

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Lesson Life subscriptions thoughts Wish

On Becoming Sixty


 Is winning laurels  an achievement?

Yes, it is a rightful assumption,

Is becoming sixty years  an attainment?

No,it is a misconceived conception.

 

Celebrating the sixtieth birthday is a fashion,

Holding feasts and revelry  in honour of the day.

Attributing it to the stars and zodiac signs  is the reason

Spending hundred thousands in one single day.

 

Well ,that is each one’s wish is the defense,

Right ,is it not there a limit?

I stand out from the crowd which is an offence,

Yet,I will never admit.

 

 To me, aging is a natural process,

Everyone born undergoes,

 To me ,it does not bear any success,

It is only a natural recourse.

 

Oh! it was a big celebration people  acclaim,

Oh! there was a huge gathering,all proclaim

Oh! the food was delicious the crowd claims,

Oh! what a colossal waste, I exclaim!

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Bill in a Song


Have you seen a man with a jabbering tongue?

Nay, you have not seen him so long,

Well,I would give a wordy glimpse of him in my song.

 

Call him what you will,

I prefer to name him Bill,

As it is easy to fill

 

Bill, talks incessantly in bits and pieces,

I prefer to term it broken releases,

As  in them expression ceases.

 

Bill speaks about God and philosophy

I prefer to dub it as a torturing apostrophe,

As they tend to initiate a brain  catastrophe.

 

Bill rallies about sports too,

I prefer to seal it as a bore too,

As it carries no activity too.

 

Bill  rakes slanders often,

I prefer to check it in tens,

As it spreads ignominy in ton.

 

Bill is  nosy about his kith and kin,

I prefer to draft him as an empty din.

As his prying could  be thrown into a trash bin. 

 

Lastly, Bill forgets about himself,

I prefer to attribute it to his bare upper shelf,

As he appears like a spineless  man to myself.

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Age Study subscriptions Theory thoughts True

On the Run


The days of youth are fun,

As we are always in the run,

Once we are up on a tree,

We sing aloud in a total free.

 

The days of adulthood are little less fun,

As  we have to move about in a slower run,

Once we are in the mid tree,

 We deliberate on things not totally free.

 

The days of mid age are least fun,

As we have to check out our run,

Once  we are on the lower tree,

 We  work on  the responsibilities almost unfree.

 

The days of old age are never a fun,

As we  have to stop our run,

Once we are beneath the tree,

 We count the days when we would be set free.

 

 

 

 

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A Prologue


It is going to be that,

It is going to be what?

It is that , nothing more than that,

Well .what is that?

 

That’s how it goes on,

Moves on without a clue  to fawn,

Gets going without a scorn,

Ends up in an unpredictable  born.

 

So let me say that is that,

It is a speculative  combat,

Based on a volatile drat 

Concluding on a tone flat.

 

Well,a  prologue is most likely to be,

A preface to what ought to be,

An eye opener to all things to be,

But truly a maze  as it appears to be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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Story subscriptions thoughts Wish

Another Year Dawns


It is going to be another year,

The stroke of midnight is heard clear,

Away goes 2011 in the rear,

In comes in 2012 with cheer,

Pushing back the recession of last year,

Setting aside the bygone days fear,

The year that passes off was loaded with tears,

An outcome which threw all out of gear,

An economic show down   that ran out near,

Upheavals that dethroned dictators  clear,

Wars  shattered the world to a sneer,

Storms ,quakes , floods battered  severe,

Man stands aghast in  turmoil mere,

Another year dawns  in the sphere,

Making him to eye  an empowerment in the veer,

Let he be  blessed with all prosperity this year,

This is the hope for all every year,

Many cross links intrude making things drear,

Yet life goes on in eager anticipation unclear,

This is the story year after year.

What else  do you wish to hear?

 

 

Wishing all “A very happy new year”!

 

  


 


 

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Creation Nature Rain thoughts

It was and it is.


It is snowing in the west,

It is sun shine in the far east, 

It is stormy in the top north,

It  is scorching in down south.

 

Nature has its own way,

Hosting a gale in the bay,

Holding the Sun in a ray,

It has its own say.

 

Rains play a  terrible havoc,

Initiating an incorrigible flow back,

Quakes shake the  basic track,

Imposing a bloody severe crack.

 

Storms ravage high and near,

Implicating a casualty dear,

Floods wash up in a rear,

Involving a great fear.

 

Fire rises in a flaming red,

Installing a feeling dread,

Snow imposes a shred,

Indexing everyone  to a  fled.

 

Nature goes about thus,

With a lot of fuss,

Provoking a terrifying gush,

Then subduing to a quiet hush.

 

This had been so for long,

It looks nothing wrong,

It is where we belong,

Much so Nature is a lively song.


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It Has to be Back


It is back to the old place,

 Back to the usual pace,

Back in  the familiar space,

Back into the monotonous race.


All things have a back side,

All time has a back tide,

All levels have a back ride,

All steps have a back slide.

 

Going back home  is a pleasant return,

Reading back is a historical learn,

Falling back is a miserable  spurn,

Back to the original is  never a  possible turn.

 

A firm backing lands all in a  glamorous zone,

Backing detects in all an infirm tone,

An undue backing for  is precarious prone,

Backing also deletes  in all an individualistic  own.

 

Well, getting back to the prescribed text,

It is a back up of all the zest,

Restoring the faculties to the best,

Reaffirming the convictions to a test. 

 

It is back to the regular day,

It is back to the  formal say,

It is at times a strenuous  slay,

But it is  always an indefatigable way.


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Beauty Cairns Creation Nature Queensland thoughts Tourism

Locked in the North


It is a sleepy lethargic laid back town,

Amidst a land of  sandy brown,

Holding a wonderful  delicate crown,

Displayed  in the bluish under water frown,

A  voluminous  natural  great reef barrier  grown,

Clusters of colourful corals  diligentlyy thrown,

Lying in heaps and mounds not alone.

 

Fish and sea urchins live along,

Sea cucumber and star fish   dive head long,

Jelly fish sting with a venom not too long,

All jointly devour the moss with a tong,

Causing a damage to the great reef all along,

Unperturbed the Ocean reef sprouts in a throng,

Not losing the lovely charm in a song.

 

It is Australia’s natural gift, all hail,

The only living thing  seen from space  in a trail,

Greater than the “Great Wall Of China”  in the sail,

A “mecca” to holiday makers is  a slogan   frail,

Therein lies an abundance of beauty  as though in a pail,

Hundreds of islands and coral reefs  are hinged together  in a nail, 

It is Cairns high up in the northern Queensland  posing an enticing  unveil.