A block anywhere
found in heart or in drain
causes unbearable pain 
A Block
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A Man Ahead
Deciding not to talk
he took a walk
saw a lonely stalk
seated in a rock
standing away from its flock
it seemed to have a mental block
and was in a status locked
as it stared at him from the dock
he went forward and got knocked
by its grace which was in great stock
appreciating its tenacity without a mock
he went ahead chiming like a clock,
Walk And Talk
The walk and talk
gave a surprising shock
as they revolved round a block
a beautiful dock
that was under a lock
where people do not flock
being once a place that rocked
with fun and mock
but now it being a haunted stock
where we hear no knock
now very much silent as a dead cock
as its survival comes under the clock.
Ode to a Peacock.
Up on the hillock,
up on the grassy lock,
up over a marshy block,
up at the strike of the clock,
amidst a happy flock,
there was a lovely slot.
A dainty entry from the hills,
with a sharp bill,
with a sapphire fill,
calling in a voice shrill,
made its way in a drill,
it was an enticing dance.
The colourful feathers spread grand,
opened up like a canopy on a land,
throwing out shiny elegance in a brand,
the dense feathers enchanted the band,
it appeared as an action of a magic wand,
It created a trance.
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The danseuse beckoned the gaiety of north,
it greeted the pleasantries of south,
it solicited the charm of west,
it bowed to the grace of the oriental east,
exhibiting a marvellous feat,
it was a concert best.
Hopping it went ahead,
jumping it trotted back,
elaborating it moved right,
accelerating it speeded left,
displaying a nimble footed treat,
it held everyone in toes.
Crooning goes round the peahen
singing tunes of love in tens,
kindling the peacock to dance in sevens,
enthralling the spectators to a rhapsodical events,
Good God! it was nothing but heavens,
it was a beautiful romance.
Round The Clock.
The work is round the clock.
It goes smooth without a block.
It is lively beyond the lock.
It is diligently enrolled into a flock.
Thoughts go round and round the clock.
They gather strongly through the rock.
They never assume a deriding mock.
They oscillate stealthily in a tick tock.
They drive towards a legitimate dock.
The results show publicly round the clock.
Some signify a joyous stock.
Some also denote a sad stalk.
They propose an acceptance without a shock.
They incessantly revolve round the entire talk.
The world is governed by the clock.
Actions occur in an ad hoc.
The living is through an interlock.
Disaster creeps in when anything goes anti clock.
A facile move instills a glorious knock.
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.
A Mental Block
Twinkling like a star up above the sky
Glistening like a dew down on the grass ,
Shining like a bubble over the blue ocean,
Strewn over as pebbles in the dry ground,
Thoughts prepare a lovely sketch on the mind’s canvas..
Alike the beauty of roses in the garden,
Akin to the innocence of the toddler ,
Similar to the small stature of a sparrow,
Like the colourful butterfly hopping ,
Ideas fresh and keen create a delicious sprawl.
The biting cold blizzard makes a puffing,
The dazzling white snow fall like balls,
The frozen ice delude the rivers as thick sheets,
The habitation experiences a shiver in the winter,
The mind stands still like a lifeless vegetation.
Insights get stuck as stumbling blocks,
Progress stagnates as water in a muddle,
Proposition falters as fall in a slippery terrain,
Significance eludes as a shadowy gloss,
Deliberations suffer a mental barricade.
