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Conversions In Reality


Converting despair into hope is  a  mathematical enigma.

Derivations and calculations  comprise the literal math dilemma,

 As formulas shell out a facilitated  working stigma,

 Though practice distributes a  quick resolution  sigma,

Solving equations and riders is   problematic  firmly.


Despair rattles and slaughters the being mercilessly

Destroy and dismantle the  existence  aggressively,

Tortures and troubles  life to a decimation intensely,

Fleecing the lively spirit to a minimal intensity,

Resurfacing from the thematic diabolic is an insurgency assuredly.


Anyhow conversions  look impracticable apparently,

The sticky volatiles  debar a  recuperation incidentally,

The hideous significance of distress  poses a  disparity,

The  ferocious  melt downs indicate a casualty,

 Emanating  from the  crackdowns  is a  task herculean  directly.



Yet it is beautiful to transform  negative into positive,

Most of the gruesome deals modified little become cash  incentive,

Much of the severe blows  referred back  a bit  are highly   receptive,

All the  mishaps experienced  treated rightly produce  great  redemptive

Emerging from the ambushed traps  is an onerous job really.




 

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Solemn Sadness


A cry of a babe  yonder sets  a tentative  palpitation,

Is it due to pain or colic? worries the  caring mind .

The shrill wail far away  incites an agitation

Is it hungry or lonely ? queries the  loving kind, 

Soon the poignancy tempers to a silence.


Th cackle and battle  in the streets  calls for attention,

May be the shouts are the outcome of water shortage?  retorts the heart,

The loudness soars to high decibel round the street corner , a unpleasant distraction,

Fighting for a  pot of water in long queues in the scorching heat,

In no time the gravity diffuses to a quietness.



The stampede and rush  in the cities   decry a chaotic confusion,

Is it  a result of an unwieldy flow  from the villages ? asks  the instinct,

The congestion  creates a suffocating environment , a terrible   desolation,

Scrambling  for  little space  in the overcrowded  stifling  areas totally indistinct,

In a wink of a moment the sweat disappears into a sullenness.


The feverish and   deliberate anguish to join the universities,

Is it because of the four digit salary and perks ? inquires the belief,

The aspiration destroys the mindset of the wards , apprehensive  diversities,

Competing to get entry to the coveted soft ware courses , a ridiculous relief,

Like dew drops the tough wrangles descend into sobriety.


The charm of life  dissipates  in the milieu of undue hurry,

Is it a  reflection of the worldly pleasures? resumes the dialogue,

The crushing appointments and dubious pretensions,a pernicious bury,

Slashing the essence of existence to a mere unrelated analogue,

As a magic , ” joie de vivre”  devolves into a solemnity.


 









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An Ode To Tears.


Tiny drops run down the cheeks   with a pack of emotions

The fall from the eyes  links itself to a strange devotion,

The watery flow  is accompanied by a sobbing cry,

The juvenile drops   also  smother  a  happy  ply,

Recording   both sides of life in a micro droplet.


Eyes react to  happenings  fast and first  in a  strain,

Redness sets, in  them, primarily exposing an anguished  pain  

The lids flutter emitting an indignation  plain,

The  brows twitch and twinge revealing a  distress main,

Registering a salty track  of the minute  droplets.


 Eyes light up to the marvels and cheers of experiences lovingly

Pleasure reflects  through  them  exhibiting a happiness  likely,

The eyelids  elaborately widen promising an enhancement  really,

The eyebrows rise up affirming a contagious bliss heavenly,

Demonstrating a study of  joy through the soft  dewy  droplets.


Scientifically tears   are a liquid product  called lacrima,

Engaged in the process of cleaning and lubricating the  cornea,

Irritants  in the environment  induce an oedema,

The sensitive organ is susceptible to infectious trauma,

Resulting in a conjunctivitis   producing sticky  droplets.


Triggers and tremors  bring about a sadness  in entirety

Pains and setbacks  touch the  strings  of grief in  totality,

 Death and estrangement  strike a blow  in all  eventuality

Shedding tears is a beneficial course of pouring out   in difficulty,

Releasing  the cork of bottled sorrow in  atom like droplets.












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The More You Desire- Crime


Hunger gets appeased after  par-taking food,

Thirst is satiated after a sipping a drink

That which  shows   bounteous grows and broods,

Is the unquenchable  desire that is beyond the brink.


 The itch of  wanting more and most at all times,

The lure for  accumulating wealth  hastily ,

 Calls for a craving that originates all crimes,

Shoving the  maniac to a disaster quickly.


Loads and tonnes of money are extremely  attractive,

Inciting  and invigorating with a  burning fervour

Rendering a   pronounced  dilapidation destructive,

With a staunch reinforcement of manoeuvre.


The thought of earning  through rightful means,

The mode of doing business with ethics,

Have long been beefed up wrongful scenes,

Levying a sensational breach of normal antics.


The monstrous appetite to  collect and hoard,

Is an epidemic that is terribly contagious,

Making  every other to resort to a tricky board,

Plunging them into a  disease  infectious .


The fortunate few  escape by  wily diverts ,

Pass on unscathed to a secure sphere,

Lo! the majority  are caught  by the vigilant  alerts,

Sink into a coveted imprisonment   dear.






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Events Around.


It is, but, natural for a river to flow,

It is, but,routine for the sun to shine,

it is, but , occasional for the wind to blow,

It is , but , regular for the movements to line,

But , it is, the sequence that  make us mellow.


A month of activity and bustle kept us in tow,

The Osama bin laden shoot was a surprise,

The gold and silver  prices fell in a row,

The Indian elections  points out to a new apprise,

The Strauss Kahn adultery created a show,

Pushing us to an amazing and tantalising jeopardise.


The events one after another give a  stupendous jolt,

The shoot out  invokes a hatred and vengeance,

The decline in commodities prices  pegs a bolt,

The  Indians have  exhibited enormous power  by prudence,

The  slander  of IMF chief has brought in a blasphemous quote,

The happenings around the world   instill  a worldly jurisprudence. 





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Numbed We Are


Reactions and recovery are signs of  alertness ,

 Expressing  vividly annoyance and indignation,

Soliciting  largely  approval and  certification,

A quick  comprehension  acquires  a better  the resolution,

This is the code of conduct  which keep us in  harness. 


Igniting the minds to the gruesome ugliness,

Marks  the trend of the  revolutionary  associations  

That bring to light the  in despicable transgressions,

Which  otherwise manage to escape the specific attention,

Inciting a formulated planned move of brashness.


Alas! How many  do act  against the atrocities?

Oh!  it is not my cup of tea! is the common jargon

Keeping   miles away from the deceitful dragon,

Most  restrain themselves from even uttering a slogan,

That emphatically hoots for a deliberate restriction  of callosities.


Remaining unattached to the devilish augmentation around ,

The selfish conceit  sucks the throb to espy with concern,

The significance of withdrawal depicts the lost discern,

The curtailing attitude reinforces the  sheepish adjourn,

Resting on a  paralytic numbness  greatly found.


Getting out of trouble is  a ruse, an easy way to adopt,

Then what for we live as habitants with flesh and blood?

Noticing the ruptures and breakthroughs  which flood,

Witnessing the hunger and poverty  which knocks us like a thud,

Living like an invalid literally in a wheelchair  lavishly  topped.







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Through The Keyhole


It  was  a thorough  checking that took place,

It was a minute detailed  survey  conducted

 It  was a skilful surgery performed,

It was a lovely painting portrayed.


All the incongruities were laid bare, 

Every opinion was tabulated,

The  minute anomaly was removed,

Each small impression  became lively.


The scenario over a large canvas  is massive,

It attains a proportion   beyond all ratio,

The bewildering depiction stares and stares ,

Getting one into an uncomfortable throw.


The small presentation is a delicious magnificence,

Rendering an articulate  and fine attune,

The soft feathery touch lightens up the mind,

Accepting that small is beautiful.


Thoroughness overtakes vastness, I feel,

 Deep insight jumps over  broad outlook , I assume,

 Good turn  holds much more than  a philanthropic  deal,

A key hole is a window to the world than a wide door.





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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.