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Garnishing the Tarnished.


Making up for  the lost   values and images,

 Is a time-tested practice from all ages,

Dressing up the severed faces in gauges,

Spicing up the insipid food in stages,

Adding up details to empty pages,

Sprucing up cheer to boredom in ranges,

Is the story of life according to sages.


Life is not a smooth sail and an easy float,

It revolves round a seductive   and deliberate note,

Penetrating into a fathomless   deep moat,

Critical of the salient  and imminent  grote,

Framing an illustrious and  sparkling fort,

Over a   baseless disproportionate  bloat,

Adding  a pinch of salt to the tasteless  toast.


A desolation is camouflaged  by rich presentation,

A sagging face is made up by artificial attraction,

A melancholic dilemma is forged into a rejoicing celebration,

A dullness is worked up into a prudence by enabling distraction,

A treachery is transformed into an acumen by manipulation.

That much for the masquerading techniques  in operation.


Contradiction leads to a distinctive incoherence,

Discordant notes produce a jarring reference,

Evil  thoughts give a hateful accordance,

Fallacy restores an inevitable abeyance,

Assuming a  pretension  in all occurences,

The tarnished are garnished with tolerance.







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Tweet ,Caw,Hoot


Noises kept us alert before,

Now they drive us ashore,

Long ago noises set the tune  of the day ,

Today  they spoil the tone of the say.


A chirping tweet at the dawn,

Heralds a classic treat  in the morn,

With the sun’s rays streaking through the barn,

Sparrows, Pigeons , and parrots munch the corn.


As the day gets ahead  in time

The clock  strikes the noon chime,

The sun   is exactly at 90 degrees mime,

As the crows caw in an unholy rhyme.


The fall of the day follows  with ease,

Darkness engulfs as a   sticky grease,

The sun  gracefully sinks to a freeze,

As the owl’s hoot  eliminating peace.


No such noise is heard   today,

It is the honk, creak ,bang all the way,

That holds us in a mechanical sway,

Throwing us as minions into the bay.


 


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It is a Dog’s Tail


Dogs are faithful and friendly,

Keep vigil and act tenderly,

Nestles and nudges closely

At the sight of familiar people .


They turn fierce and violent,

Bark aloud with anger affront,

Rush and attack those in front,

When they  see strangers.



Dogs are pleasing and rude ,

Depending on their breed,

But all dogs have in common right,

A tail which is not straight.



Dogs wag their tail   with affection,

They raise their tail in destruction.

They lower the tail in apprehension.

Never  do they straighten it.


It is hard to make  the tail straight,

As hard as to make Man straight,

Most of men conceal   forthright,

Few remain upright.


Dogs ,at least are faithful,

Men   are  none other than deceitful,

Dogs guard their masters,

Men loot  their fellow beings. 


The beast excels the human,

In terms of  sincerity and acumen,

Clicking the grade of a showman,

Standing atop a  pinnacle.

 

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Aggressive Speculation


This is going to happen cries the heart,

This will happen warns the mind,

Nay,it should not take place whispers the heart,

Yep, it will certainly dawn orders the mind,

The heart whimpers and  wails,

The mind guffaws and laughs,

It is heart breaking indeed!

It is mind-boggling  in fact!

Uncertainty claims the life,

Unusual fear fills the  heart

Making it suffer and derail,

 Casting a poignant shot,

Leaving an indelible mark ,

Pain settles in,

Finally taking the life out,

Throwing the heart into a jungle


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Elegy for Terrorism


A decade packed with terrorism and violence,

Ten years of fear and turbulence,

Has made the world gape and  nervous

Rendering a  disaster  diabolical and grievous.


Oil rich nations are in turmoil  serious

Vying for power and wealth  tedious,

The western nations  bereft of oil,

Seize the  unrest by activating a foil.


The disturbed countries fall a prey,

To the ambit of the western sway,

Giving place to  war and death,

Where their own kith lose their breath.


The displeasure found an expensive target,

In the twin tower attack which beget,

Innumerable innocent lives  in a wink,

Grazing the tall structures to a blink.


Spearheaded by Osama  Bin Laden,

The destruction was an episode that saddened,

Millions and billions all over,

Leaving them  defunct moreover.


Obama carried a shoot out in Abbottabad,

Where Osama fell to the gun shots bad,

Came an end to the terrorism of Osama,

Brought out in strict secrecy by Obama.

With that terrorism should get away,

But still there are few ingots in the fray,

Who  have to be handled with care,

To eradicate the remains of terrorism in full fare.


A small hope shoots up,

A little desire spurts up.

Will the world be a land of peace?

Can Mankind exist with ease?


 

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An Ode To values


Living in a secured society ,

Holding values as a priority,

Putting aside likes to a substitute,

 My Choices are few and absolute.


Tracing back to the forefathers,

Driving through their reforms rather,

Lets one calibrate the honours acquired

To live a systematic life  as required.


Well!, with rigorous  strictures ahead,

A bohemian life is a sin to be beheaded,

Following the rules set by the grandfathers,

Is the only way out for the  gatherers.


It is a routine monotony prime

Getting up every day in time,

Carrying out the chores without fail,

Closing the day with no postponed trails.


When shall I get  time to gaze?

At the dark blue sky in grace,

When shall I find time to hear?

The sweet songs of the birds in the rear.


Never at all ! cries my soul.

As your days are few in all.

To you the honk and the buzz ,

Are the only melody to fuss. 


Is it ? I sob and sob in full

It is so in true hub, quoth my soul.

“Blessed be you with such discordance,

As you bear high the torch of  reverence.


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Writing on the Wall- Part Two


Occupied mostly with mundane chores,

Missed the call of my son at the door,

Running here and there in the peak morn,

Brushed aside the cry of the little don,

Preparing hectic for the day’s ordeal,

Forgot the little one’s important deal.


He demanded a paper to scribble,

I gathered  myself into a crucible,

Relaxing in the couch  with closed eyes,

Getting restless he cast the dice,

Took dozen crayons to the beautiful wall,

Unaware of his attempt I cuddled like a deflated ball.


He drew images large and small,

Making his father look tall,

Figuring me as a  petite dame,

Himself as a bright boy to name,

The colours red , black and blue.

Made the wall resemble a gaudy  true.


The white wall became a canvas pretty

To the little one’s  imagination dainty,

His world consisted of three,

Father, mother ,himself  in a spree,

Stealthily he walks across to me,

Reclines in my lap like a gentle be.

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Writing on the Wall


Forests are thick and dense,

With wild animals  treading  hence,

Lions , tigers ,wolves , bears roam,

Over the ground marshy and loam,

It is dangerous to go alone,

Is the writing on the wall’s tone.


Land is large and extensive,

With people wicked and oppressive,

Frauds, villains treacherous,deceits loiter,

Creating a terrible disaster,

It is a diligence to move  about,

It is the writing on the wall’s shout.


Economy is caught in the midst of  turbulence

With the currencies depleting in value  of  reference,

Manipulation, greed, misappropriation, cheat are agog,

Implicating a pleading insight to  an economic fog,

It is a deliberation to  business,

It is the writing on wall’s resonance.


Glancing on all potential cautions,

The desire to live becomes a notion,

Reflecting on the  goals of future,

Life has to go on with a closeted nurture,

Intimidating is the clairvoyant call,

Which is the writing on the wall. 


 

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Child Like


Witness to children’s quarrel,

Saw them roll like a barrel,

Heard them shout  and cry,

For no reason why?

Pulling each others ‘hair,

Screwing one another’s’ ear

Bashing,slapping and hitting ,

It is nothing but violence.  


A few hours later,

Saw them in a close quarter,

Playing merrily in the garden,

Jumping across the fence laden,

With closed bars of iron,

Hugging each other with love,

Holding hands as friends,

Smiling ,joking and cheering,

It is nothing but affection.


I was a witness to that,

I am a witness to this,

 I know not what it is all about?

I assume it is child like.

Yes, Children teach us,

To be simple and true.




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An Ode to Cough


The mercury is rising high day by day,

Humidity sets in with  great sigh,

Alas!air cons and fans struggle to cool the sphere,

Brought in by torrid warmth all through the rear.


Perspiration kindles a discomfort in bounds,

The body gets sweltered by the fiery hounds,

An unusual breathing stifles the heart,

As the phlegm in the lungs strikes an onslaught.


The persistent cough comes in quick succession,

With a bow-wow bronchitis eruptions,

The phlegm rolls up the throat  like a ball

Knocking at the respiratory track in frequent calls.


The congestion strikes the vocal cord harshly,

The incessant cough nettles the laryngitis deeply,

A reddish tinge  and an excruciating pain emanates,

As the patient is in a terrible  turmoil stagnates