Tired is the world
No life in the eyes
The flow is harsh
in lot of sorts
big and small
red and brown they fall
at times very scary
at moments very crazy
yet the flow never stops
not does it flop
it is a kind of drain
teases the brain
yet it goes on and on
causes a terror
terminates in an anger
thus it ebbs up and down
gush and brown.
The flow is harsh
in lot of sorts
big and small
red and brown they fall
at times very scary
at moments very crazy
yet the flow never stops
not does it flop
it is a kind of drain
teases the brain
yet it goes on and on
causes a terror
terminates in an anger
thus it ebbs up and down
gush and brown.
The ailment is not known
macabre thoughts come on
be it so of any power
one knows not for sure
sits heavy on the heart
Could it be for what?
a stress of the mind
or anything of that kind
unable to track the cause
as there are many flaws
both physical and mental
one of lack of immunity in total
another of dilemma in full
Why that happens so ?
as of all knowledge
it is not a verge
that would not last long
forces an improvisation long
would be overcome with gusto
to enable a smooth sail in the go.
Like to have no door at all
closeted within oneself securely
letting out none from outside
suppressing any from the inside
a door is an opening of necessity.
Like to have a narrow outlet
with the requirements to come into
a stop of the undesired with a force
a limited open to the outside
a door is an opening of necessity.
Like to have a door of my choice
let alone the good into
drive away the bad out of the way
a lovely entrance to the inner and outer
a door is an opening of necessity .

There was a meet a fortnight ago
a family meet in the go
where the cousins
converge and diverge
enter they in high spirits
come out with demoralized ethos
their egos on display
the power reigns supreme
the wealth takes the reign
as in all society
there are classifications
the superlative shadows the rest
a prowess of strength in a show
nothing concrete on the go
talk they of their ancestors
year in and year out
Is it the way to commemorate?
I really do not know .
I am part of the family
an onlooker for a few years
now mostly out of it
nothing personal as such
the audacity overwhlems
that be their way in style
a protest becomes impossible
with certain stipulations in sway
that be my status
a Hameltian dilemma
“To be or not to be.”
After a break of two months
I saw my friend perched up
grinned she at me with a nod
scratched
her head frantic all mad
jumped and scuttled with glee
somersaulted in the air many a time
rushed up to me in full force
quickly slipped I inside the house
reciprocated her welcome from inside
she down cast walked back to her place
.I cried ,’ My friend , be not disappointed.
You are so overwhelmed with joy’
I am overcome by fatigue
Let us meet a day later
till then “adieu: .
She never turned back
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.
what are small things?
small in size,right.
small in another sense.
guess,got it.
No.
i will tell you.
small is a thing which escapes one’s attention.
bewildered.
Nay.
yes ,very much.
A common incident,
I was boiling milk.
One million times I would have done this chore.
something Unusual happened.
yes ,very unusual,
I cast my eyes on the process.
I stare
I enjoy.
The milk is slowly rising.
It is coming up.
It is frothing.
it is going to spill over.
I am entranced.
The slow upheaval,
The gradual upsurge,
The slow ebbing.
lovely,
How beautiful it is.
My eyes smother,
My heart pounds.
I beam.,
I swirl,
I mumble,
i cherish,
i am inspired,
I dance in joy.
How did I miss such a magnificent sight?
A transendental experience. indeed.