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The Advice I Breached ——-An Intimate Story


It was a decade back, I think so

chaotic it was on that day

remember it was a Pongal day

a call early morning woke me that day.

I heard of a disaster early in the morning

my parents got marooned in their home in the morning

the police were around for reasons known early in the morning

demanding them to pay the cotton dues so early in the morning.

My brother called me and spoke worriedly

bade me come at once to the place hurriedly

I broke down and cried bitterly

shaken almost to the core really.

My husband and sons came to my rescue

comforted me as much as they could in a view

saying,  nothing unceremonious is due

quietened me and cleared my mind off the blue.

The phone rang continuously

my brother pleaded me to come immediately

I stood helplessly all the more shaking vigorously

my heart fluttered intermittently.

My husband intruded at that time

kindly told me not to panic  this time

your presence would not be needed during the time

thinking for a while I acceded gracefully this time.

It was the other way in a short period

the third call from  my brother  serious

snapped  my resolution into pieces

I dashed   knowing not I would be torn into pieces.

I stood dumbfounded as I entered

the police had encircled

my father was deeply disturbed

not to say about my poor mother.

I rushed to them sobbing

the police detained me by pushing

I took my mother in  my arms tightly

only to be cursed by my father acrimoniously.

Know not why my father was furious all through

I consoled my mother and caressed her all through

much to the chagrin of my dad very untrue

who  stared at me with anger with rye.

Even then my love for them was out of bounds

I did not mind my dad’s thoughts  in the bound

I approached the Officers  with a prayer and a bond

begged them to let the couple free from the round.

The stranger be the Official, I am not familiar

listened to me with a patience very similar

would have conceded to my pleas in a similar

if not for my father’s interruption very unfamiliar.

The Police officer  could not understand the status

the father accusing a daughter hocuspocus

his reasons being baseless and bogus

took me aside and  forced me to go  from the focus.

That day saw the end of my relationship with my dad

it might sound incredible and bad

my husband whisked me away as quick as possible all sad

my sons followed us  with heads held high in a way glad.

The brother who called  in so many tries

did not come at the time of the crisis

he was behind the curtains literally  shy

perhaps it was his plot to trap  me.

I do not blame him or my  other siblings

nor do I accuse my parents of their inklings

it was my folly that has brought this foreboding

well, I could never forget the day to my husband

Entirely away from my parents for the rest of my days

I sought relief in my own family through the days

if only I had listened to my husband that day

I would have been celebrated all the days.

It is destiny my heart cries.

it is impertinence my mind points out.

Whatever it was I was shattered

never could a father behave so atrocious.

“I am participating in the #SachchiAdvice Contest by MaxLife in Association with BlogAdda.”

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I Adhere To My Mother’s Advice


Where have you been?

quoth my mother

I go nowhere she knows throughout

still she asks so day in and day out.

A strict mother she was all through

her eyes always behind me

none could escape her watch

quick she was able to catch.

A good taskmaster she had been

rigorous in her coaching of subjects

excelled she in grammar and language

a small tense  mistake was enough to enrage.

Drew she so well and beautiful

taught me the lines and sketch

I proved a perfect foil

her chidings forced  me to recoil.

Music was her strength  and passion

an accomplished veena player she   was

I rose up to a level of  expectations

never did I indulge in any improvisations.

Listened to her always with attention

the determination was her forte

much more did I yearn  to be like her  in all

could not reach her heights  being a call.

The advice I received was not one  in the flow

it was  much idealism I imbibed from her

the most relevant being to be firm all through

whatever might be the course in true.

It happened so on one  occasion

I broke down and cried all the way

unable to bear me crying so bitterly

she  embraced me so warmly.

Never did she ask the reason

kept patting me for long

her fingers flowed through my hair

that way she extended care.

I folded and fell on her lap

only to be cajoled and coaxed all the more

I could not suppress my outburst

out came my hurt in expressions, not the best.

Having  declared as the first rank holder

with a gold medal to deign forth

I came to know there was another one in the helm

being slotted to the coveted status of the realm.

My heart tore apart with a fierce disappointment

so far I was the only one in the field

how did another come up so sudden

left me in an unusual burden.

Hoping my mother would cry with me

looked up to find her reaction

smiled she with a condescendence

a little twinkle flashed with a reference.

She took my arms with such affection

squeezed my hand with a feeling

” buck up my child”mother comforting daughter  she broke the silence

you are still in the race more so in reverence.

Competition is always there in life

win or lose is the game  we see all through

you have won  and you would be triumphant

if you embolden and stay away from being rampant.

I did succeed that entry with flying colours

many more laurels came in my way

why the mother I loved so much turned hostile

yet I pursued  with a diligence and succeeded in an exile.

“I am participating in the #SachchiAdvice Contest by MaxLife in Association with BlogAdda.”

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A Worldly Advice


The explicit  in a sense

the obvious in a way

the clarity in a say

the  focus in a stay

keeps us through the  day.

A lookout for the truth

curious to reach the depth

an attempt to save

a design to carry over

keeps us through the year.

A practical  sensibility

an unbiased disposition

a long standing patience

a notation for flexibility

keeps us through  the entire life.

That be the proposition

with a tactfulwordly advice execution

a foot here and a foot there

could lead to a disaster

be wary of it in all   matter.

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Man In haste.


Jumping into conclusions without hearing
advice being rendered without calling
anger rising without anything  in the offing
going about in this framework without changing
has been his way all in the course  of living
advice

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A Piece of My Mind.


To get over a crisis
or for that matter an up rise
more than that a difference
that relates to a reference
of a blow up
and a blow over
is to sit idle
like a puddle
without bothering
and without thinking
does not mean an overlooking
but a temporary holding
for a shot while
then revisiting in a style
would bring out a resolution
in a gainful notation.
Try this idea once
then ycrisisou would thank me not once
but forever.
With Cheers.

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Feeding A Child


feedingMy child does not eat is every mother’s groan.
He eats too little and looks like a bone.
Oh! he would turn weak cries the mother in a sad tone.

It is an unnecessary worry says the grand mother.
She talks with experience in an authenticated tether.
She brushes aside the fear to a thither.

The child would not resist hunger all times
He would eat when his tummy lets out a chime.
He knows to balance the diet with required enzymes.

Pushing food down the gullet is extraneous.
Feeding him when he is not hungry is erroneous.
Compelling him to gobble food is fallacious.

Most mothers want their ward to grow instantly.
They wish their child to become strong immediately.
They show impatience in seeing them gain weight gradually.

Well, a child is not a lifeless being.
He has to assimilate things in periods intervening.
Lest it would lead to a suffocation stifling.