The explosion in Istanbul
killed forty-one
injured hundreds.
It is fearful.
It happens
quite often.
The acts of violence
seem not to end.
They continue.
How long ?
None know.
Istanbul Explosion.
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Alive And Dead,
A disturbance is there
Is it of the mind?
that could be any kind
as we truly find
the mind makes a hell
and rings the bell
it makes a heaven
and places it in a haven
the psychic and physic
both work in a trick
if there is a failure in one
it fails the other one
mostly the mind is the culprit
as it destroys the body into bits
throws it as a waste down the drain
the body acts in a feign
becomes an entity that lives through
that walks and talks very much true
befits the epithet
alive and dead
While Dead
A man died a day ago
people call him great
as he lived till yesterday
he was at default.
The flaws in life
grow and magnify while alive
the defects minimise
look nothing after death
The man dubbed as wayward
while he was living
turns wise and saintly
after his last breath.
The good that we do
lives after the mortals
the bad that we commit
is interred with the bones.
The memory is so short
as years pass on
fast
the dead man becomes history
and his deeds a story.
That be the way everywhere
a saint lives forever
a bad man dies a death
and remembered for never.
My Dead Granny
There was a woman
not been known much
lived in oblivion
died so in the dark
bore the suffering
tolerated the humiliation
breathed her last seven decades ago
comes from nowhere
almost like a volcano
grandchildren cry with love
attribute her qualities with pride
stand I bewildered in shock
the mind prods and feels stuck
anything gone amiss ?
anywhere to anyone.
Men do remember
not in times of prosperity
only in periods of distress
they recall the bygones
more so their ancestors
This way my curiosity wo
nders
Well, I know not why
am I the only one to think so
then let me be the odd one out
The Days.
The days among the dead are past
the days have gone fast
nothing would ever last
as everything has been cast
long before they arrived
that is how we derive
the inference in a strive/
Coma
Brain is dead
the heart lives in beats
the man sleeps . 
My Grandmother
My grand mother told me
many lovely stories
understood or not
I nodded my head.
My grandmother told me
many lively experiences
liked it or not
I nodded my head.
My grand mother told me
many useful medicines
assimilated it or not
I nodded my head
My grandmother kept on saying
I paid no attention
I did not give importance
but kept nodding my head.
My grandmother is dead
I really do not know anything
No one is there to guide me
my head goes on nodding
