The poetic muse lives far away
beyond one’s reach in a way
being intangible all the more
elusive like a mirage even more.
When it comes into hold
would allow you to unfold
passionate you would turn
the incitements would burn.
Being possessed by the muse
you could easily play the ruse
the words and emotions intertwine
the pun and parody keep the shine.
The poetic muse lies far away
beyond anyone’s reach in a way
the gifted could reach it with ease
others would remain with a tease.
Met a lady a few months back
from an origin distant
naturalised with years
now in her ripe age
who had hitherto
been a practitioner
of local customs
as she had got married into
an unknown family of distinct culture
she in her active years was
a stickler to the conventions
as age is picking up
has by now gone back
to her native dress
comfortable in her attire
at home to speak her own language
looks as though she finds
a solace and ease all through
implies that whatever might be
the home is always sweet and close.
The thought of inconvenience
and the feel for convenience
runs deep in my heart
not causing trouble to others
not allowing to be troubled by others
might sound not pragmatic to mos
but that be put to test
would make me a stiff contender
perhaps would be the best defender
as I pursue the policy straight
never deviating to left or right
initiating a sensitiveness
that of great decisiveness
but be a flower tender all over the mesh
never trying to prick them insensibly
but attempting to comfort them sensibly
that be my way all throughout
that might echo a bash in and out.
Early in the morn
it being an early dawn
with the silence all around
and a freshness in the ground
with no sign of human sound
only the barking of dogs in a bound
sitting out in the garden
a place to unload the burden
talking to none but to oneself
being a rare exercise by itself
which he does with ease
making him free from any tease
rejuvenating his memory well
keeping him agile in every cell.
None would like to follow
but would be a sure allow
without hurdles in the flow.
The mind is not at ease any longer.
It,at times, likes to wander.
it takes a selective route.
Initial round-up is across nature.
Where everything is a lovely feature.
The next sojourn is around human life.
Where every other thing expresses rife.
The final entry is into the realm of religion.
Where all things are controlled by strict instructions.
The mind slowly gets back to its abode.
Settling in its home it deliberates.
How does the universe go about? it is desperate.
Is it governed by some unseen element?
Does the element have form? the mind intersects.
How does it wields its power?the mind dissects.
Does it get an answer to its fullest satisfaction?
Never would it as there are innumerable reactions
in the form of different religions
Hinduism, Christianity,Islam ,Buddhism prevalent in various regions
The world still moves on.
There was a sunrise in the morn.
There are many new-born.
The horses neigh in the barn.
The birds sing in the dawn.
The earth revolves around.
There is a lot of sound.
People walk around.
There seems to be no bound.
As all things are in order in the ground.
There is no sign of devastation.
Not even a specific exasperation.
It is but a regular situation
where there is liveliness in elaboration.
Easing out all tensions in a quick invigoration
So it is always a full toss.
Full leads across.
As it shows up in gross.
The flowers enchant in full bloom.
They instantly dispel gloom.
They look beautiful in a zoom.
Activating a fertile boom.
The nightingale sings in full-throated ease.
Releasing melody from the cluster of trees.
The voice glides through as if it is a breeze.
Capturing everyone with a solemn appease.
The full moon shines bright over the night.
Illuminating the darkness with a white light.
The full moon in the black sky is a glorious sight.
Enticing all with a charm bright.
Full size of anything is amazing.
The fullness is at times alarming.
Letting a feeling that is terrifying.
Endearing a crazy note that is mystifying.
The ease winds up,
A struggle sets in,
The mind oscillates,
Anger mounts up,
The face turns scarlet,
The heart beats fast,
The body shakes in vigour,
Tears roll down,
It appears ferocious,
But it is nearly so,
It is a deep strain,
It is an alarming plight,
It is a terrific strife,
Let us wait in patience.