Tag: close

Poetry

The Doors Open.

The doors of my house
stayed without a close
had been so for many years.

The doors of my house
remains tight in a close
has been so in recent years.

The doors do see a change
that too in a range
opened and closed in status.

The doors wide open
now do not reopen
the opposing forces in tone.

The house once hosted the family
now has the oldies really
that be the difference greatly.

The house rejoiced with life
now stays quiet in a strive
not very much in live.

The change is so prominent
it has become dominant
finds an uneasiness in the deviant.

Tags close, doors, open, Poem

thoughts

A Holiday

Away from my home

a holiday it is in a way

being a month and more

I am out of home for long

hopping to strange places

back to the den to rest awhile

I resume the move very soon

become exhausted so quick

unknowingly arises a desire to return

as the comforts of my own home

so difficult to sideline and ignore

press me to get back fast

nothing much of a difficulty

I now spend time with the dear ones

loving and cheerful the day passes

yet I am not able to suppress my longing

the call becomes even more loud

I would be off in a few more days

back to my little haven

the space where I rejoice

the place I hold so close.

Tags cheer, close, Desire, home, rejoice

thoughts

The Day Out

The mild thunder
the soft drizzle
the light breeze
give the day
a back up

The bird’s hum
The men”s talk
The animals shout
give the day
a start-up.

The rustle of leaves
the bustle of voices
the hustle of movements
give the day
a break up.

The still air
the dark night
the moon’s light
give the day
a close up.

That is the beginning
there be the ending
in a trial and error
day in and day out
goes the way out.

Tags back, brek, close, Day, out, Poem, Progress, Way .

thoughts

Live it be in the air
that of music to share
keeping the eyes closed
heard the resonating flow
forgetting the sounds around
that be of the vendor in a round
lending no ear to the milkman
who brings home milk in a big can
turning deaf to the chauffeur
who gets paid the most from my coffer
I sit unperturbed and in peace
hearing the music flowing through the trees
sat I for long with eyes closed and hands folded
as though it is an enigma that got slowly rolled.

Tags Air, close, Eyes, fills, Music, Poem

thoughts

Closing The Eyes.

Closing the eyes
while talking over phone
looks little out of size
being practised by none
but doing that by tries
has become my own
giving a feeling of flies
away from the reality zone.

It being a pause and cause
holding me over and above
not wanting to see the real farce
but keeping me in a flow
talking with concentrated clause
relevant to the conversation on toe
with no distraction in the close.