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Towards Heaven.


The Heaven they say
is a place of happiness
where everything has a fullness
with gardens, fountains and trees
all showing a mirthful glee
where the good souls enter
and have a nice time, better
relaxing and sleeping comfortably
eating sumptuous meals happily
and enjoying the days blissfully.

Knowing all these from hearsay
as the scriptures also say
that the good get into heaven
man goes on making mistakes in even
committing crimes in a succession
doing evil and speaking lies all treasons
expressing greed in actions thoroughly
cheating and murdering all-knowing fully
would not take to Heaven but to hell
where they are thrown into a melting pot in a yell.

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Good And Bad.


Seeing through the eyes.
Saw lot of things pleasant.
Saw lot of things unwanted
Hearing with the ears.
Heard lot of talk cordial
Heard lot of talk rude.
The good and bad live
in peace andgood and bad serenity
unmindful of the surroundings
It is for us to take
that which is apt.

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Memory in a Box.


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memoryPreserving the memory in a box
that is not false,
which should hold a lot of thoughts
of good and bad equally poised,
interpreting in different sorts
as and when the need starts,
at a time condescending to the plots
more than a time dismantling the slots
to carry out deals of greedy ingots,
paving the way to a glamorous spot
creating a sensational wave absolutely hot,
presenting a grand scenario of a dedicated revolt
while achieving it after a generous bought
both in kind and cash all in a lot.
Well,memory remains intact in a box.

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A Toxic Ingenuity.


Left in a torrential outpouring.

It was not literally raining.

It was an abstract kindling.

Leaving an uneasy steering.

Unfurling a static feeling.

Creating a sensation inundating.

Fostering a lusterless shimmering.

Oh! it was a situation annihilating.

A destitution  was set in a fumbling.

A desperation settled in a quickening.

The forehead strained into a narrowing.

The eyes were profoundly welling.

The nose was quickly twitching.

The mouth was angrily  snorting.

The cheeks were fiercely burning.

The scenario was one overturning.

The good lost their sensible thriving.

The bad gained a plausible living.

Initiating a contradictory resolving.

The world revolves in a fleecing.

The genuine go about in a silent enlivening.

The cheats get along with a merriment enhancing.

There is nothing else truly amazing.

 

 

 

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Man, Woman And Children.


What you said is bad ! Says the man

Your ways are always bad adds the man.

You have entrapped the family  shouts the man.

It has been so all these years screams the man.

 

It is my fate to listen to such invalid talks thinks the woman

It is the reward I get for my sacrifice bemoans  the woman.

It is a thankless job admits the woman.

“I have to pull along against odds “sobs the woman

 

She has been hearing all these for years together.

She has  endured it for the sake of her children  altogether.

She breaks down hopelessly when she hears the same from one of them rather.

True! Women  are faceless slaves in a way I gather.

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It Is Transitory


Leaves bloom in a lovely green hue,

Thick and dense in a clasping cue,

Spreading a canopy of shade ,

Providing a glittering like jade,

Only to fall in days few.

 

 

The rain fed rivers flow gently,

Through the pebbles and moss gracefully,

Carrying with them  alluvial soil  across

Enriching the fields as they cross,

Only to get into the ocean mildly.

 

 

Man lives with pomp and merry,

Arrogant and towering over all in glory,

Dictating terms to everyone with  serpentine authority,

Destroying one and all with diabolical  impetuosity

Only to get interred in dust shortly

It is as explicit as ever,

That which is born cannot live forever,

That which takes place will   fade

Be it beautiful or ugly,good or bad,

All would drop down in  a wither.