The Level Best Performance.

The days with the sun at its level best

mercury rising up and up puts to a test

sweat and perspiration grow large as such

sighs and heaves are heard as much

the equinox comes twice a year

passed on without much ado all these years

the smile of the sun always beautiful

seems to be beyond tolerance absolutely detestable

living right on the equator I moan and groan

could not find a better place  in the zone

being one of not my choice as well

a preordained commitment as to dwell

so  far dare not find an alternative

hope I would never so in this infinity.equinox-dates






Well Within You.

Best be what you do

not forget what is to you

incline towards it in true

set out with a motive all true.

The efforts put by you

be strong and steadfast in true

shrug not at any cost

nor go about it in fast.

Do the best at all point

It is well within your joint.

Does this sound as a preach?

Sure, it is within your reach.

do your best.


Fair And Foul

Fair and foul plays the wind.

fair being less of a kind

foul being more with a bind

there rises a wind with force.


The fair wind being lovely

blows across with a soft whistle

flowing through the face with grace

and through the land with  smothering trace.


The foul the wind be all through

raging with a fierce  slew

knocking down everything on the way

tormenting the land and sea all  in a day.


Being so in life all the most

with the fairness being seen less

while the foulness overwhelms

there seems to be the bad overcoming the best.

fair and foul


Old Is Gold

Talking of days old

thinking of them as gold

has been the way for many

comparing event the tiny

with those of them years back

has been in the track

while those who talk and think

feel those being the best in a wink

failing to accept the new

as if they are not in the queue

saying  they are not of quality

seeming to have a frailty

that of a less grade

expecting them to fade

and anticipating a break

giving no value to the money spent

being an attitude that needsold is gold to be bent .









A Throw With Zest.

The tadpoles and the frog

give a not so likely shrug

as to every other they are a bug

very much away from the tug.


With the distaste and ill will

we go about in  dislike  still

calling for frogs and tadpolesa unrequired bill

that remains crossly  in the fill.


With the hop and jump

the tadpoles come from dump

with the frogs looking plump

exposing in the middle a heavy bump.


As the duo pop out from the marsh

slapping the mud in strokes  harsh

croaking with a double tone  in bass

loitering about in a meandering cross.


Singing about frogs and tadpoles is rare

as they look unpleasant and bare

while none take a positive care

as the frogs and tadpoles are  not fair.


Being unattractive and looking not the best

they do not command any preference in test

as all nurture a great hatred  to them than the rest

they hastily  throw them out with a zest.




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A Feverish Talk

It was a feverish talk.

It depicted a mental block.

The anger was beyond the stock.

The expressions were hideously  cocked.

It went on and on  for hours through the clock.


It was hard to listen to the verbal shout.

It was  sheer agony to hear the slanderous sort.

Impatience triggered  a mental beset.

Caution  took the bestof times  as to not to be caught.

There was a struggle in between the slot.

The annoyance was a result of an unhealthy clot.


The swearing and cursing were unbearable.

The sobbing and whimpering were intolerable.

The incessant calling was really a strain incorrigible.

An intention to bang the telephone became irresistible.

Well it was a frightful exercise all throughout the day’s table.







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Best To Be So.

Little did Lina knew about it.

Little did she talked about it.

Little did she care about it.

Yet, she was thrust into it.


The much she knew about it.

The much she talked about it.

The much she cared about it.

She was let out of it.


So much to know about it.

So less to talk about it.

So much to care about it.

Lina was more or less away from it.


As much to think about it.

As less to speak about it.

As much to attend to it.

Lina  absolutely  ejected it.


That much thought about was a trash.

That much  talked about was a bash.

That much cared about was a gas.

She discreetly committed a thrash.


Well, it was a cock and bull story.

Well, it was a series of tales hoary.

Well,l it was a compiling of events unholy.

 Well, Lina relinquished herself  totally .


It might sound vague to all.

It might read incoherent to all.

Better it be an enigma to all.

It is best to be so to all.




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A Lilt On Life.

Pretensions get the better of life.

Pretexts go along with the strife.

Well, that is generally life.


Apprehensions rob the best part of life.

Anxiety dissects the major part of strife.

Well, that is invariably life.


Distinctions crawl amidst the delicate  life.

Desire annihilates the  valiant strife.

Well, that is incidentally life.


Ingratitude plucks the lovely part of life.

Inertia destroys the strenuous  strife.

Well, that is inimitably life.


Jealousy eats up the major part of  life.

Jeering kills the sincere  strife.

Well, that is significantly life.


Vengeance  corrupts  the entire  life.

Vicious  condemns the velocity of  strife.

Well, that is inadvertently life.


Years roll up to complete the cycle of  life.

Yearnings move up to conclude the endless strife.

Well, that brings to the  fag-end  of life.




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It Has to be Back

It is back to the old place,

 Back to the usual pace,

Back in  the familiar space,

Back into the monotonous race.

All things have a back side,

All time has a back tide,

All levels have a back ride,

All steps have a back slide.


Going back home  is a pleasant return,

Reading back is a historical learn,

Falling back is a miserable  spurn,

Back to the original is  never a  possible turn.


A firm backing lands all in a  glamorous zone,

Backing detects in all an infirm tone,

An undue backing for  is precarious prone,

Backing also deletes  in all an individualistic  own.


Well, getting back to the prescribed text,

It is a back up of all the zest,

Restoring the faculties to the best,

Reaffirming the convictions to a test. 


It is back to the regular day,

It is back to the  formal say,

It is at times a strenuous  slay,

But it is  always an indefatigable way.