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Ten Years.


I look back with joy

ten long years  have gone

I am still on.

 

I came  for a holiday

ten years  have turned

all my days.

 

I purposefully came

ten years back to watch an event

now, I am a savant.

 

The turns  and twists in my life

cannot  be  arranged  in order

push me to a disorder.

 

I am a circumstantial  prisoner

in and out I go and come

better if I had been dumb.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Old is Gold


A day or two ago

 met my friend of long ago 

old she has turned 

most of the calories burnt 

by age and illness in one show

found her out of flow 

staggers  a lot in her walk

 precise is she in her talk

 physically she has lost 

 mentally she is still fast 

hailed me by name all aloud 

brought back the events from cloud 

speaks out in a voice so clear 

tells me  I look like an old hag with cheer 

Knew not where to keep my face 

I pulled myself away with a long face 

not able to accept that I am also old 

she and I being the same age  in fold 

yet thought I am young not  gone grey 

as my black hair shines in the fray

with coloured dye minimal  and slight 

teeth all original and white 

no make up whatsoever in sight 

I deign myself in attire suitable 

wish to seem  like  one capable  

never did I think that I am old 

 with a smile now, I accept “Old is gold”

 

 

dying hair with henna indigo

Breaking The Ego


It was a few days ago
he was with great ego
going about in a go
as he had no foe
he did not have to bow
as he disliked show
he never bent low
never intended to give a blow
wished to get in the flow
with a perfect glow
he moved slow
and did not know
how to  speedily go
as the target was in a row
hard to hit with a bow
so shot it with an arrow
breaking it into two.
ego

A Day Or Two Ago.


theru koothuA day or two ago

heard a story of long ago

when men used to work manually

with no electricity to help them

and no other gadgets to assist them.

getting up early in the morn

walked to the place of work

with meals wrapped in leaves

toiled the whole day

and had complete rest  in the evening

with no other distractions

except the weekly fair

and the street dramas enacted

then and there with  songs

without any  orchestra

only the drum and the conch

that lent the beats

They were healthy and robust

eating all natural food mostly raw

vegetables  fresh from the farm

supplemented by fruits and grains .

Their life was easy and lovely

and they did live long

passing at the right age

as no medical facilities prevailed

facilitating a prolong and an extension

perhaps it was an intentional

giving  way to the next generation

Creativity In Full Bloom.


creativityIt was an idea conceived long ago.
It was growing in stages more like a logo.
It got its shape sometime ago.
It was in the abstract form till little while ago.

The concept took shape in a slow phase.
It was then altered many a time to acquire a base.
The theme then was improved with a glaze.
The end product enticed everyone to a gaze.

The proportion was first set abreast.
The bigger one looked out of context.
The smaller one was away from the text.
The right size was arrived at last after a strenuous test.

The manipulations made the head reel.
The finality evolved a luxurious steal.
The fine touch ups took to the wheel.
The evolution inspired a magnificent feel.

The beautiful produce stole the limelight.
The glamour caught everyone’s sight.
The loveliness raised the excitement to a height.
The art piece might become a masterpiece with due rights.

The Original Duo


The conduct of the original duo,

Likens to a differential aglow,

Pulling out from one a few months ago,

Inducting another stealthily as an alto,

Pretending to be genuine at the fro,

Eventually a planned ploy in a turbo,

It is an intended imperative although,

Similar to a conceited grab in a limbo,

Well, the attitude of the duo,

Is as original as the wind flow.