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Melodrama


melodrama
With a sweat on the brow
and a frown on the forehead
twitching the nose
and with the pout on the lips
straining the neck
and walking with a twist
a figure entered the portals

In a shrill cracking voice
raising it high
tempers getting crossed
yelled loud
gesturing with anger
made faces
enacted a melodrama
and walked out of the gate.

Why did she come?
What did she want to tell?
Knowing not the reason
of her anger
Unknowing the cause
for her entry.
I walked into the house.

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Redesigning Life


redesignRedesigning life is a requirement
as age takes over in a complement
where dependence becomes foremost
while inability stretches to a supplement
in the form of care, help and other averment.

The thought of being left lonely overcomes
as the feeling of overstaying slowly overwhelms
paralysing the mind to an attitude of decomposing
leaving the already fragile body to a state worrisome.

Setting aside all the loneliness apart
a new design has to take part
to withhold the mind and body intact
that being different from the regular sort.

Dependence on children should never be thought off
as they have their own pursuits to think off.
A deal agreeable to age and time should take off
that would lend a probation to get off.

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Beyond The Bamboo


kottanIt is a bamboo basket
small and cute
set in yellow and red
a lovely blend
used in occasions auspicious
thought to bring wealth
prosperity and a lineage
by a small trading community
down south of India
known for its artefacts
and architecture
They live in sprawling mansions
with a modest appendage
saving and spending little
giving a part of their revenue
to temples and charity
a munificence little known.
The basket in talk
is one of their many
cherished handicrafts
simple and less expensive
while their gold, diamond
jewellery look amazing
their silver articles excel in
workmanship and beauty.
Like the basket ordinary
the people apparently are simple
soft and strong in accounts.
The rich heritage is
waning like the moon
where modern trend
has taken its toll

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thoughts

The Prince Charming.


Prince-CharmingThe Prince charming
came in the horse
got down chivalrously
walked past the aisle
under the moonlight
climbed up to the bower
where the beautiful princess
was lying down peacefully
in a cot made of ivory
on a bed made of golden flakes
over a handcrafted linen
with rose flowers strewn
all around emanating a fragrance
and aroma that gave a
pleasant feeling and pleasure
The Prince gently lifted
the Princess in his arms
walked past the corridor
where all the guards were
nodding their heads and half asleep
placed her on the decorated horse.
.and rode away faster than the wind

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In The Midnight.


empty nestWaking up in the midnight
got up with a start right
memories kept flooding in
of times when my sons were in.

Their voice calling “mama”kept ringing.
Unknowingly went walking
to their rooms in search of them.
Unlocking ran in to see them.

None was there to greet me
Only the empty beds stared at me.
Just ran my fingers through their bed
held their pillows to the bosom with eyes red.

They live in countries across the continents.
Each one away from the other in a land distant.
Talking and seeing in Skype in an instant.
Well that is how it has been destined.

Brushing aside the tears with trembling hands
made my way back to my room in a tottering stand
slowly slipped on my bed completely devastated
straining to close my eyelids to a complete rest.

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mango Poem

The Big Tree


mango treeMangoes ripe and unripe are in exuberance
The tree provides an inspiring magnificence.
It is in all its glory reveals a patience
that overtakes a philanthropist’s munificence,

The mangoes deliver a colourful hue
with a predominance of green in the view
a pleasant golden-yellow in the intermittent through
Altogether the tree stands out for elegance true.

Boys hurl stones on the mango tree
with that the mangoes fall free
collecting them in a hurried spree
rush away in a delightful glee.

Birds and bats bore deep into the pulp yellow
Suck the juice and tear the flesh with a disallow
throw the half eaten fruits on the ground low
causing a disarray and mess in a follow.

The big tree remains still and silent.
unmoved by the attacks of earth’s tenants.
Keeps on yielding fruits bearing no remnants
growing tall year after year in eminence.

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painting Poem

Paintings


paintingsThe lovely canvas was painted
and was hung in the living room.
It was a classic work of art.
in a colourful gay hue
enhancing the decorum
restoring the cordial
solicitations that was once found
Paintings bring to light
the memories bright
enlivening the soul
by an impressive flight.

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Man And Woman In Love.


old manMan and woman are in love.
Enraged you bellow
“who else would be in love?”
I say again “man and woman are in love”.

You turn your face in anger
I make my case stronger
by presenting a version shorter
as I find you patient no longer.

A twenty-two year old-young lass
is in love with a man eighty plus
She has fallen head over heels not less
the old man keeps aloof nevertheless.

The young woman pursues with fervour
finally wins over the man with amour
They tie the knot without glamour
giving rise to speculation and rumour.

You might feel a little awkward .
To me it is an amazing unite a bit untoward.
It might appear to be sensibly backward.
It is but the sensitivity of love in a forward.

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Poem

The Joy of Freedom


bird in a cageRunning through the pages
found a lovely image
of a bird in a cage.
whose big eyes looked sad.

The bird seemed to be desolate with fear
as it had no freedom to relish and cheer
seemed to curl itself in the rear
The image brought tears.

Perhaps the bird was thinking
of its friends in the trees flying
hopping, pecking and singing
enjoying every minute of their life.

The joy of freedom is infinitive
The little bird held as a fugitive
in the cage would get a feed remunerative
but has lost the rejoice of being free.

With a heavy heart turned the pages
recollecting the freedom movement in stages.
wondering how did the fighters survived the outrage
Heaving a sigh threw the book in disgust.

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A lady of No Rank


Talking of others was her pastime
getting into details was her life time
elaborating with exaggeration in no time
she made up stories of all time.

She was lady of no lady of no rankrank.
Seeing her would tank
the heart of many to a blank,
Yet she carried on with a crank.

Advancing in age she went about the same
not bothered about her diminishing fame
You would say does she have a name?
I say it is her habit nothing to blame.