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A Sustainable Passion.


Passions  keep us active and rolling,

Music lights  many a mind with  intense feeling,

Reading enlightens  most with a  noble calling,

Writing infuses everyone with a scholarly  dealing

Others hold  all with a delicious passing.

 

It may be one or the  other  that keeps us  in mood,

Music softens and smothers us with a cadence good,

Reading inspires and initiates a  literate brood,

Writing enhances and entertains a category shrewd,

Others restore and retain an intricate skill not crude.

 

 

Music is the food of love and  entertainment,

Reading is the fruit of knowledge and  enchantment,

Writing is the seed of wisdom and achievement,

Others are flowers of peace and contentment.

Thou knoweth  all passions  synchronise and sustain



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Spin A Yarn


Bales of cotton are opened up ,

The Blow room is set to gulp,

The cotton is beaten into a lap

Which roll out in a snap.

 

The lap is fed into carding,

Where they undergo a cleaning,

The sliver is sent to the draw frame,

Which recovers the fibre from blame.

 

The simplex machine contributes the hank ,

The spinning frames  commit the quality  rank,

Where the fibre is  spun  without blemish

And wound up as yarn in the premise.

 

Having been literally into spinning for three decades

Now out of it to a laid back upgrades,

To  a metaphorical spinning yarn  into threads,

Empowering  words and thoughts  to a fine  read.

 

Relinquishing physically to a state of rest,

The tiring schedules  that end up in extensive tests,

Expelling the  synergy out of the league,

The exhaustive exertions led to a  mental fatigue

 

 

The unknowing  entry into the world of writing,

Is a deep ,profound  passion of a long-standing,

Keeps  the physique in a fit selection’

Gives  the mind the much-needed relaxation.

 

The self is at constant work formulating idealism

Thoughts born  take the shape of  impressionism,

Words weave them into  a  format of narration,

The presentation commends a   tumultuous ovation.

 

 

The price of telling tales day in day out  is almost nil,

The monetary  portion needed for the work out  is of no fill,

The prize  of spinning words is a  winning laurel,

The accumulation of assets in abstract terms is one of plurals.









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A Desert In A Platter


Every delicacy is laid out  with great care,

Every entry is taken care off with attention rare,

Every possible way is chalked out with minute  tare,

All things are set in exquisite style calling it fair.

 

The stage is well set for the game,

The parties look for a medium to blame,

They locate no such disqualifications  to name,

They settle for a  compromise all the same.

 

Suddenly controversies and conflicts get ahead in a speed,

Rebellions and revolts race swiftly in a lead,

The finality draws to a close intensive bleed,

Succumbing to the  afflictions  of a strangling breed.

 

Bombshell and grenades cause a tumultous loud,

Shrieks and shouts  keep the land  in terrible cloud,

Collapses and fall downs attempt a consideration shroud,

The rejection of peace  and joy is felt  aloud.

 

The dictators raise a hue and a cry,

The revolters agitate for freedom and try,

The West  stealthily creeps in a sly,

Eyeing the oil  wells with a  shy.

 

The desert falls a prey to the  conspiracy ,

Its  wealth is robbed in high frequency,

The self proclaimed leaders  deal with a piracy,

Along with the Western assured tenancy.

 

The emptying of the platter is  swift

The treasure gets almost over in a regular  drift,

Oh! No! the oil wells keep on supplying   like a gift

Unmindful of the  turbulence and a wicked drift.


 



 

 

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The Seashell


Lying along the sea sands ,

In various shapes and brands,

In different colours and bands,

The seashells take a valuable stand.

 

 

They are exo – skeletons of   invertebrates,

Gathered by collectors  who are vertebrates,

Shell clubs or societies review the affiliates,

Exhibit them in a museum  to celebrate.

 

The shanka is a sacred symbol of  Vishnu in Hinduism,

The chank  plays an important role in Buddhism,

Scallop shell is the symbol of Saint  James in Christianism,

Rendering a gracious  significance to spiritualism.

 

Seashells were used as currency  money

They were deployed as tools  shiny,

They served as musical instruments  windy,

The beautiful Mother Of  Pearl belong to this family.

 

 

Shell necklaces were found in Stone Age,

Shells  drilled become beads at this stage,

Rings ,combs ,brooches and badges ,

Are artfully done with a precision gauge.

 

 

Worthiness lies not in expensive treats,

Shells are skeleton of the dead retreats,

Some are costlier than diamond  beats,

Though found in random at the shore seats.












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The Snow


The Snow.

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The Snow


What a beauty to see the white fluffy flakes!

Falling  extensively over land and lakes,

Leaving a cold layer  of slushy  blaze

Presenting a wonderful  glaze.

 

The snow fall tends heavy in mid winter,

Releasing a freezing cold all over,

Trees and roads  turn white,

Experiencing  a biting cold bitter.

 

 

Snow pushers are seen all the way,

Working with spades to clear their bay,

Kids cuddle inside the  rooms,

As the large boulders of  ice loom

 

Winter is a season of exhaustion

With no daylight  distribution,

Darkness encircles the day

Forcing a deliberate  gray.

 

Old age is a phase difficult to bear,

Besieged with physical and mental tear,

A renewal of  agility and vigour is rare,

Crossing the years is a terrific bear.

 

 

Wading through the snow is onerous,

Living in old age  becomes calamitous,

Snow receedes as summer  comes,

Old people pass away as death  approaches.






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A Moss


A clump of growth found in  grounds damp

Densely grown on trees and  plants in a clamp,

Covering the moist land and  wet swamp,

With a greenish slippery  stamp.

 

 

The moss is a dangerous species

A careless tread pronounces  a falling series

Its  spread is in an accelerated  treatise,

Endangering  the healthy growth in no ease.

 

 

It gobbles the  nutrients  in a startling speed

Making its parent body into a hideous   bleed

It mulls the sprouts to a shoddy  breed,

Confiscating a sickly  lead.

 

Evil gathers quickly and violently  like a moss,

Works up  in swift  succession against all toss,

Slamming good to a deadly cross,

Interpreting an irreparable    severe loss .

 

Moss  has to be nipped  early

To ensure a protected  site largely,

Evil has to be eschewed badly,

To enliven the society gracefully



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The Dew


Moisture sets in the night,

Cooling the  spaces light ,

Condensing and accumulating bright,

Over the lawns, cars  and flowers overnight.


The pearl like dew  sparkles ,

Like   opague crystals,

Dancing to the whistles ,

Of the early dawn  fills.


The droplet over a  petal red,

Is a sensational thread,

Leaving us in a spell-bound led,

Capturing  the thoughts in a stead.


The fixation is laden with enthusiasm,

As it  holds a  lot of realism,

Bringing to light the geniality of altruism,

Which  falls hard on the existing scepticism.


Dew  reflects the state of impermanence,

In a cryptic  bubbling brief  reference,

We , mortals, fail to comprehend the insurgence,

That reigns supreme over  our feigned innocence.


Dew  drops disappear in the  late morn,

They fades away like a timid fawn,

Man  too is a  distinct born,

Destined to pass away in the forlorn.







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Precious Envision


Earthquakes have shattered the land,

Tsunami has  devastated the sand

Economy has bewildered  the band,

Demoralizing and disorienting all in hand.


Dollar and Pound   go down the crack

Yen and Yuan  slip into the back,

Euro and Rupee  fold into a rack,

All other currency follow the track.


World wide Economy is in a fearful limbo,

People everywhere are exposed to a violent tornado,

Countries are amidst a crusading crescendo,

Falling into broken pieces without much ado.


It is metals in a limelight hue,

Gold is shining in a yellow brew,

Silver  rising in a brandished true,

All other metals animate the cue.


Predictions go


Gold will clamber to $2000 by December 2011,

Silver will shoot up to $100 by 2011 closure,

Gold and Silver will go to the museums as treasure,

Where they will remain as art pieces  just for pleasure.




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Qualities In A Row.


Thoughts and expressions get a glow,

When they enter a disciplined flow

They evolve a  code of norm,

As they get delivered into a rightful  form.

 

Wishes and desires take a cue,

When they pass through the right hue,

They emulate a code of ethics,

As they are targeted on  eventful relics.

 

Love and affection  holds  a spontaneous take,

When they meet the  affable sake,

They emanate a sparkling light,

As they get focused on an appealing  sight.

 

 

Kindness and mercy assume a potency of   blight,

When they perceive  the medium right,

They allow a sequence of beatitude,

As they bless with a  merciful attitude.

 

Peace and contentment represent a significance,

When they portray a divine reference,

They extend a cohesive synergy

As they pass through a radiating energy.