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I Am Truly Myself.


The sky was blue and crystal clear,

The day was bright and sunny,

There was a great momentum and cheer,

Suddenly there was a change funny,

Dark clouds sauntered  idly like a bear,

The  hot sun sank  as a dummy,

Drops of water fell likely on the rear,

Subdued noises emanated from the sky’s tummy,

Blinding lightning dazzled with a tear,

 A loud  ear-splitting sound  tore the ear phony.

Off went the electricity without a glare,

Drops of water fell likely on the rear,

Subdued noises emanated from the sky’s tummy,

Blinding lightning dazzled with a tear,

 A loud  ear-splitting sound  tore the ear phony.

Off went the electricity without a glare,

 The computer lost its capacity in a  fussy,

The television stopped its activity in a tear,

All  the kitchen gadgets  halted  forsaking the gravy,

Leaving me alone to fend with my self-defensive care,

My hands skilfully aided me in my duty,

My eyes deftly led me through without a stare,

My legs strongly took me to places in reality

 Whatever may be the eventual casualty

I will be myself , truly myself ,without a flare.



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How A Day Should Be?


How A Day Should Be?.

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How A Day Should Be?


The day is unusually cool with slight drizzle,

Leaving us in a  state of mirth and cheer,

So long the scorching heat made us muzzle,

Pushing us to  undue perspiration and fiery fire.


The pleasant morn   was salubrious  and breezy,

The trees  tossed their leaves in  new-found joy,

The flowers in the plants fluttered  crazy,

The  enlivened city behaved like  a tom – boy.


The streets became alive with hurried moves,

The shops wore a grand festive look,

The schools opened  their doors for sportive  proves,

A little fall in farenheit   listed a veritable shook.


The energy sucked out from habitation,

Sullied the eloquence of the town,

Sending them to a reeling desolation,

Promoting a freckled famished frown.


This day many  schedules got oriented,

With proven care and personal supervision,

The other days cast a feverish unbearable spell,

Subjecting imminent duties to an untold procrastination.


See, what a change the temperate weather brings,

Relieving the pains of excessive  tension  of intolerable heat,

Look, what a progress  would ensue out of spontaneous sings,

Relaxing the fretting mind of pressing deliberate beat.

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Traumatic it is.


A predicament keeps on hustling me  for years together,

Certain times it is as oppressive as myocardial infraction rather,

Other times it is felt, but less bothersome altogether,

Will I be able to fulfill it in my active years my thoughts gather?


Am I obsessed with that particular responsibility for  long?

My wandering mind saunters  aimlessly  mostly along,

The path and the avenue I tread , I feel are wrong.

Let me tell you ,my heart  sings  a melancholic song.


Never had I been cowed down by such retributions,

Ordeals and hardships are part of my life attributions,

I pushed them out with  deft designs and  foolproof execution,

Let me tell  you, my heart sinks into a dissolution.


Hundreds of   plausible insights did cross in,

None of them coordinated with my standard to a thin,

I tried hard to go along with the tide adopting a daring spin,

Let me tell you, I was drowned midway  in the chaotic din.


My plight has to be camouflaged   with a  tidy brilliance,

The despair in me tries to express itself in my countenance,

I struggle hard to suppress the emotions to befitting  credence,

Let me tell you, my  pretensions  lend me a required balance.

With a beaming smile I go about my  way of life,

With a full heart  I carry on  with my strife,

With a hope  that I would  overcome this  grief, 

Let me tell you, how traumatic it is , costing your half-life.




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Where Does Power Lie?


 Does it lies with the wealthy and rich ?

Is it  one in one with political big wigs?

 Does it  empowers the bureaucratic  pitch ?

 Nay  it makes people rig and dig.,


The top notches and top brass wield  authority,

Assuming they are a pack of indispensable,

They  decry and degrade everyone in their territory,

Writing off the average man as  contemptible

.

They luxuriously  roll and roll in wealth,

They deceitfully mint and print money,

They bask in the sun to enhance their health,

They speak and behave  like bitter-sweet honey.


The Man in the town moves ahead  without fuss,

Minding his business with concentration   truly,

Unknowingly knowing that his  money slips into the leader’s purse,

Unobtrusively observing the wrongs and scams diligently.


Five years fly  quietly  and quickly in a wink,

The leaders  descend  the ladder  for the first time,

Rushing to meet the Man in  the street link,

 Oh ! Oh!The election  is fast approaching calls the gentle rhyme.


 With  folded hands and with peevish looks  in  shifts 

The   heads of different parties go up and down,

Appeasing  Our Man  by advancing innumerable   gifts,

 Ascribing  gadgets and attires  to his own.


 Chuckling the electorate accepts all nonchalantly,

Nods with gusto and smiles with  mischievous pride,

Looking down on the supremo with condescension deliberately,

 While  they  promise   falsely to  favour the great octogenarian’s side.


The eighty-six  year old is a confirmed invalid,

Confined to the wheel chair  lying partially  ,

Compounded by his wives , children  both valid and invalid,

The ensemble  of the family are soaked in scams absolutely.


The polling went briskly a month ago,

His opponent  , a lady , in par with him almost,

Poses a stiff contest  in a competitive  go-go.

The people have no choice rather than these two at the utmost.


The old chief still shrewd and alert , manoeuvres  all trends

  Vigilantly watches the decline in the voters confidence,

Yet ,expects a victory , a sweeping majority  at all bends,

Well, hope is not only for us but also for him ,as it  lights up his defence.


The hand that has not rocked the cradle so  long 

Has got the mandate to rule the state,

She  gestures  her symbol of two leaves  as a  note  of joyous   song

Proclaiming herself as one unbeatable  of late.


The highly explosive Tamils bright and educated,

Bring the frail Karunanidhi and robust Jeyalalitha to rule

Vest them with undue power  decade  after decade .

Throwing the prosperity of the State to  a  desolate cool.



Now , do you know ,where does power lie?

Not as earlier told  with the rich in the tower,

But in ordinary citizens  ,who  factually buy,

The vestibules  and corridors  of power.

 






 


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It may be Tom ,Dick or Harry.


The passing frenzy got a cut off,

As it  focused  on a spin-off,

The twist to the turn was  stealthy,

It tried to depreciate the  wealthy,

As they dodged the authority ,

With power and audacity,

Dictating terms and  means  discreetly

Promising a handsome  hand out in the  transaction neatly,

Caught  in between the   forceps of control,

The officials succumb to the submissive role,

Playing the art of corruption impeccably,

In anticipation of the fortune assured enormously,

The quick money flows spontaneously,

The unaccounted money gushes out irresistibly,

The gigantic  rich became monstrously  richer,

Accumulating treasures in the form of gold and silver,

Diamonds and Platinum take the foremost run, 

Mercedes and BMW’s  add to the fun,

Islands and resorts  work up the billions,

Cruises and planes  amount to the trillions,

Mansions and retreats call for much more,

Philanthropy   claims   a torrential  down pour,

Educational institutions and hospitals   get their share ,

 As they cross the mind of the  Forbes top man’s dare ,

The imperious disburse their  surplus to the needy,

As though they  are parting with their hard-earned   money,

Which ,in fact, is the collection of wrong accounting,

Which , in truth , is the  securing of  details  recounting,

Which , in all seriousness, is  none other than robbing, 

The average  man, the poor man, the lay man of his throbbing,

Abducting the majority as a personal achievement,

Disbursing the miniscule as a  charitable endowment.

Let me assure you it may be anyone of us,

 It might be  Tom of  Wiltshire  Pathway ,

It could be Dick of  Macrohard,

It could also be Harry of Resilience.






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Shot by Macabre Thoughts


Thinking can make a man great and  wise,

It also convicts  him to be a man with vice,

Thoughts bring in wisdom most times,

They also draw horror certain times.


Good thoughts take us to great heights,

Kind thoughts  lead us to a beacon of light,

Noble thoughts  enhance our  soul

Loving thoughts enliven all.


The evil mind  works on mischievous  ugly  plans

The scathing temper bursts out on  the clan,

The intention of distorting the flow,

Is expressed in venomous  blow.


The inclination  to strangle and squeeze the  kin

Whether it be your own sister or brother in,

 W ho  suck the last drop of blood like a leech,

Causing a destruction beyond reach.


It is a   well planned but  disproportionate  devour ,

Willing to swallow the cake and the pie  with great power,

Leaving not a morsel or a wee bit  to the co born,

Devastating  grotesquely  her to the forlorn. 


It may sound a little far-fetched to you,

To me it is the course of life in true,

Right from childhood   I unknowingly became a prey,

To the siblings greed which  I demurely accepted without a say.


Still they are not appeased and contented,

Having made me  bereft of all the content,

They strive to drain the pride and diligence  I hold,

Amongst all oddities and eventualities  like a bold.



I sigh and heave ” why was I born?”

In a family to be discarded as leaf torn.

May be I was an anomaly in my mother’s womb,

Which after living for so many years creates a dome.



Isolating myself from the macabre horizon

I  chose to live in an unknown zone.

Living a life of anonymity  in seclusion,

Away from the  intriguing   deceiving intrusion.


 Am working like a  devil to forget the  loss,

More or less achieved   the gain  on the floss,

I  Pray hard not to set my eyes on them,

No more  of  disenchantment  from them




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Gossips All Through


Senseless chatter keeps many engaged,

The meaningless talks are rummaged,

With loads of slander and tell-tale,

Lies rebound in successive gale.


The beginning  is  one of moderate measure

Touching the outline of the  subjective pressure,

A preface to the memorandum of talks,

Is carefully built up in solid rocks.


The process gets into the  core  point 

 Where the imagination runs wild in a joint,

Carefully laying  false anecdotes brick by brick,

As the castle is built-in air by a trick.


The advance options get mounted up towards the end,

A slight twist gives the required turn  to the bend,

The structure unveils a beautiful  architecture,

Exposing the  illusionary fiction  in a well-knit texture.


The  unbelievable believed  story acquires a long tail,

 As  it  spreads to every nook and corner  in a smooth sail

Adding up flavours and spices on the way,

Finally  taking a  flight amidst an integrated flay.




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Sayings All the Way


It is easy to advise 

It is easier to revise,

It is still more easier to talk ,

It is easiest to  block.


Birds of the same feather flock together,

A saying that makes us wonder rather,

It is plausible work out for birds  to flock  in unity,

The implication crosses Man in his diversity.


Sweet are the uses of adversity,

A maxim very well  confirms  the reality,

Wherein the frauds and cheats glorify,

With fame and wealth that finely ratify.


As you sow so shall you reap

 The entire world is in a sweep

Where the biblical saying finds no soil,

In the wicked activities of the natives   broil.


Actions speak louder than words,

Pens  are not mightier than swords

It is blood shed , killing and murder,

That have overtaken the soft murmur.


A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush,

Is a worthy dictum of the modern rush,

Where they grab and hoard every chime,

In a haste  to fill up theirs wallet in time.


Sayings , once upon a time, were   guiding stars,

 Now they  are leading us to  prompt wars

As they are misunderstood and misconstrued,

Into  insignificant   bits and pieces bestrewed.




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Sensational Happenings


Osama Bin laden shot and killed,

Gold prices down and frilled,

Silver falls  flat and grilled,

Oil slides fast and drilled,

Dollar oscillates and  ceremoniously  filled,

The world is surprised and thrilled.



Osama’s death calls for  reference,

Pakistan’s  ineptitude is not a defence,

U.S ‘s operation is a  preference,

Where high secrecy was the observance,

Keeping the host in absolute  ignorance,

The job was accomplished  in great confidence.



Gold  became a cynosure of all eyes, 

Not because of value but of price,

The shining metal acquired a gigantic size,

Out smarting other metals and stocks rise,

Marching ahead in  imperious ties,

Renewing a vigorous secure buy.



Silver the poor cousin of gold,

Had been modest  of the fold,

Joined the mad rush  in  terms bold,

As the prices peaked up  multifold,

The investors were shocked as told,

Alas ! the speculators tightened the hold.


Oil entered the inflation race,

As a commodity in full blaze,

Hovering over a  hundred-dollar trace,

Mustering a support at that level in grace,

Countries hiked the fuel prices by a marginal lace,

Oh! the injection was brought down by a glaze.




The dollar holds the swing,

As it oscillates in the wings,

Going high one day by the ring,

Coming down the other day by a cling,

It is  certainly a proposed  bring,

To maintain a juxtaposed sing.



Sensational happenings in politics and economy,

Ensues an interesting symphony,

Conducive to the world’s  harmony,

Lest , the disposition may shatter the hegemony,

Leading to a chaos,  commotion  and disharmony,

The world is saved from evil and bad money.