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The Ecstasy And The Thought


Tulips-Flower-Garden-DFL-0143The flowers  white and red

the white being numerous

the red in a few

with the yellow in one and two

call me with a bloom

as I sit to brood

they  being so fresh and soft

the petals so silky and shiny

wink at me with a twinkle

as I sit there to deliberate

they dance with the breeze

flutter with the birds

reveal themselves to the bees

as I sit there with  my mind elsewhere

their ambience is so lovely and charming

the aesthetics  beautiful and gleaming

mark me with a pin and a peg

as I sit there lost in my thoughts

their exuberance spreads a colourful hue

in contrast to my mind’s greyish howl

they laugh and grin with the environ

while my mind wanders in the realms

of unrelated references inappropriate

not the most required at the moment

I am fully present in this enchanting place

physical though in an existence

as my mind inhabits  in a dwelling

away from all these pristine pleasures

meandering  and negotiating the incidents

that would bring no gain or fortune

either in the form of peace and goodwill

or in the mode of financial  and economy

nestles in a deal that wedges the heart all through

the slanders that keep us in turmoil

well, tI sit and brood in a dilemma

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Is it You Kate?


Kate sat brooding on the porch.

It was not her usual put forth.

Her thought was always of growth.

At the moment her look was towards north.

 

Kate  was moved to the most.

Her mind was totally lost.

Her thoughts were in a deep frost.

She sat silent like a ghost.

 

It is an obsession that has seized her.

Perhaps a setback that has defaced her.

Fatigue has overtaken her.

She looked haunted more so ever.

 

She has to take  the thought out of mind.

She has to keep the discomfiture in the hind.

 Nevertheless it is a mind-blowing bind.

The moment she forgets  she would clinch a find.

 

Kate seemed to see reason behind it.

She rose up with a splendid  hit.

She resolved to push  the struggle to the  down pit.

Now she  would certainly clinch it.

 

 

 

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Brooding Over.


She was brooding over the happenings.

She was recollecting the trappings.

Her memory took her long back.

Reminding her of the days in a track.

 

Once she was a golden girl.

She moved along with lovely frills.

She hummed in musical shrill.

Everyone danced to her drills.

 

She grew up to become a lovely lady fair

She commanded respect in all the flair.

Gliding through the tracks in a rare,

she evoked a shining glare.

 

The  curtains are falling down.

Her demeanour has become a frown.

Her appearance has lost its glamour.

She withdraws herself into her chamber.

 

She has to come out of her past.

Eventually accept the present.

Go about with the tide in glory.

That is how we have to end the story.