Tag: days

All Around

The years have gone by
with the tears flowing down
nothing is moving up
there being a stagnancy all around.

The days going in the right
with the acts turning left
nothing is progressing straight
there being a halt all around.

The hours are going west
with the sun rising east
nothing is promising north or south
there being a stop all around.

The rays are falling vertical
with the shadow showing horizontal
nothing there could be broad or narrow
there being no move all around.

As there be a stoppage in the light
with the natural darkness in the night
nothing there could be in the life
there being no proportion seen all around.

Tags days, horizontal, left, nothing, Poem, right, Shadow, Sun, vertical

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With the day breaking into a morn
the sun came up and shone
making the world glow
as the movements got into a flow
with a rush and a push all over
the sound and bound in a hover
a clamber there and a clamour here
the world gets busy and noisy to hear
meantime the sun rises up to the top
sending a significant warmth atop
the world tuning weary and tired
with its inhabitants getting fired
both by their heads and the sun
there being a desire for fun
which sets in with the sun going down
while the evening gets across
and the world gets back the loss
indulging in fun and mirth getting deep
till they go back to slumber and sleep.

Tags Break, days, evening, fun, morn, move, Poem, Rise, Sleep

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The Days Through.

It is a day full of dullness
where there is no fullness
it looks as if there is no brightness
with the day turning into nothing.

Many days have turned so lifeless
causing a boredom nevertheless
making one weary and senseless
leaving a weird perception .

With the days becoming insensible
time moves slowly with a tremble
making the person irritable
converting the days into a millenium

Tags ., days, Dullness, Poem

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Days And Dates

Dates get out of mind

days I do not find

I close my mind

having in hind

no thoughts to bind

nothing to grind

only wishing for peace

nothing in a fleece

wanting to nestle among trees

amidst heavenly bliss.

Tags dates, days, find, Mind, Poem, relevance

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Days Have Gone By.

Going by the days that have gone by

what a time it was recollected without shy

the days I played hopping with my friends

the years I worked to get through in trends

the hours I spent in preparing for the examinations

the minutes I lost myself in observations

the seconds that led me to risky foreclosures

all come to my mind in a packed enclosure

making me to sit back with a relaxation

and also ponder over with a redemption

calling for an immediate renunciation

alienating the earthly wishes from the occupation

accepting what comes in the way as a lively revenue

expecting no further bonus or perquisites in retinue.

This tryst being assumed in determination

will find a way out in timely duration.

Tags days, gone., Past., Poem

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Days Come And Go

Days come and go
but to me they come
but do not go easily’
putting me to work
taking the most out of me
they never leave me alone
nor give a wink of rest.
I mean the mind
as well as the body
but the latter takes a break
by relaxing on a chair
sipping a cup of hot tea
while the mind keeps on thinking
never does it go on sight-seeing
but always deliberating and wondering
What is it all about?
Why should it keep me so occupied.
I do not know for sure
but have to go on with it
or else it would kill me
for being idle all the same.

Tags days, idle, Poem, punishing

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Forego Weekends.

Weekends are for rest
They are to be enjoyed.
When does one enjoy?
With the week days in office
the Saturdays and Sundays
have more work than other days.
Cleaning the house thoroughly.
scrubbing and vacuuming
tending the garden
cooking delicacies
spending time laundering
shopping for the week
all throughout the two days
make the weekends stressful.
With children at home
there arises exceptional
care and monitoring
giving the mind and body
no amount of rest
which both badly need.
Come no weekends after the fifth day
the routine of getting up
and attending to work
gets along without interruptions
But come the break every fifth day
there emanates great toil
and greater drain with
greatest exertion and fatigue.
With that there arises
a clarion call
let us forego weekends.

Tags days, drain, exertion, fatigue, forego, Poem, strain, stress, weekends

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My Days Mostly At Home.

With the trees and plants around
I have never felt alone
To me televisions hold no interest
it is the nature that lies around
with all its bounties and beauty
that make my days pass without monotony.
Like to stay at home in their company
with books and periodicals in hand
all through weeks and months.
The rustling of wind enamours me.
The sound of thunder arouses me.
The lightning captivates me.
The rains bring an exuberance and joy
while the falling of leaves wake me up
specially that of the fronds of coconut trees.
the dangling of roses in the garden
solicit me to them every other hour
The chirping of birds take me to a world
where cawing and tweeting present a symphony.
With the books as companions the day passes
going by intermittent phone calls and cups of tea
with lunch and dinner simple and healthy
keep me engaged all through
and the time passes without venturing out

Tags books, days, enamour, Monotony, periodicals, Poem, television

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Punctuations Of Life.

The days past bring memories nostalgic.
Turning back is always symbolic.
The days of walk and run present a scenery
of speed and briskness resembling a reverie.
The years of learning and gaining knowledge
depict a planned lifestyle easy to acknowledge.
The period of raising a family and earning
puts forth a system that requires a lot of sharing.
The last days of retirement and solitude
proposes peace and tranquillity that melts down as attitude.