The Pattern

The pattern of true life
is a straight forward strife
sharp as a double-edged knife.

Sincerity is not seen mostly
found in pockets honestly
a rarity that is distinct eventually.

The dubious prosper
while the upright remain demure
fallacy obviously an allure.

The designs are well crafted
the easiest finds itself drafted
the difficult are left as unwanted.

Thus the patterns are formed
the angels become deformed
the devils turn out in full form.

The world moves on towards the vicious
as it leaves the portions that are precious
the invalid indices look infectious.

The carcinoma spreads as fast as it could
destroys the echo pattern as it would
a devastation is seen in the likepatternlihood.


The Fall And Rise.

The breaking of stones
with an intermittent pause
gets me on the run
rushing to seek the going on
where the rubbles fall
one by one from a house
which had stood for long
seeing through generations
passing through the network
with children on the go
playing round the corner
the folk enduring all the debacles
enjoying  all the  miracles
a go up and a go down
with the inhabitants on the round
now is on the verge of crumbling
with the top floor almost down
the rest   shattered to the ground
with that the history of a family
gets lost in the  debris
it is only stones and mortars
they have no feelings and no tidings feel so.
To me, they echo the voice of the generations
having heard them day in and day out
every stone knows the fears and tears
every brick understood the mirth and joy
Well, the fall prescribes a changed alibi
with many apartments rising high
bringing in more families into the area
so much so the life goes in the course.
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Sound And Echoes.

Calling mamma all over the world

echoed as  ” amma” to me in India

with that the similar words

rhyming the same every time

get a conspicuous  tone and sound

peculiar to the region and dialect

strange in places away  with an insight

becoming an incoherent  murmur  right.

Well, that being so goes the most familiar word

taking a different cue  and interpretation  loudmamma-mia

the most common word as simple as now

gets into the wave and sounds no

with that the denial gets linked up closely

leading to a controversy  unexpectedly

as also the  other much used word fat

falls  into another’s ear as fought

provoking an anger of great limit beyond

landing one in great trouble in the surround.

The repetition and assumptions of rhymes mostly

with the variations in diction   lands on a bounce greatl






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The Echo of Life

Going into the deep woods one day,

Found a profound serenity in the lay,

The silence reflected a stirring tense,

Keeping the solitude in  presence,

To call out or not was the play,

Which kept on haunting all the fray.


It was an abysmal  deal out,

Crossing the inroads  was a fall out,

Yet moved in measured steps to the intense,

To find out the  mystery in  its substance,

Enacted with  a charming  relevance.


The song of the woods was a delight,

Composed of a music  of the elite,

Comprehensive of the cackling  and hooting,

Conducive to the mood insinuating ,

Instilling a refreshment warming.



Birds tweet with a gay sound,

Which reverberates  all around,

The blowing of the winds in a whistle,

Comes back  through the dangling thistle,

Inviting all to a sanguine bristle.


The humming of the river is a tune,

Which in the course of its flow attune ,

The thunder and the storm cast a spell,

Which echoes in a vociferous bell

Provoking   the area to a numbed  shell



Life gives back in  leaps and bounds .

What it takes from you  without a sound,

The more you sow seeds of  kindness

The more it repays in  kindness,

Consisting  great and gracious kindness