Tag: Experience

Mid Morning Sun

Out in the hills
trekking up the slopes
saw the sun shining still
coming through in rays
through the dense trees
while the yellow flames
piercing through the green vegetation
was a sight fantastic to watch
being a fantasy t experience.
poets have sung about sunrise
slowly ascending from the blue ocean
and also many have got in verse
the sun set in poetic diction
where the red ball sinks into the ocean again
but I for one had a different course
that of not the early sun and twilight
but of the mid morning sun
neither too hot in its peak
not too light as in its early hours
but middle and moderate
medium tone and endurable
shining brightly through the rising hills
playing hide and seek by coming out
and going in quick mode of display
a real thrilling experience indeed!

Tags Experience, fantastic, Fantasy, mid morning, peeking, Poem, Sun

thoughts

The Poets Words.

Bringing to the desk
every other poet’s saying
bidding to live as said
makes one dull and disinterested.
A poet is a creative genius
coming on with his experience
never compelling us to take forth
his sayings as gospel truth.
It is his platform to pour
his thoughts and feelings
a spontaneous outflow of his emotions
that had and has helped him
unload his thoughts in detail
adding colour and a feel
enhancing the read and delivery.
Confronting him at this juncture
interpreting his words
with different connotations
and coordination from the original
lends an agonistic infringement.

Tags connotations, dull, Experience, genius, Poem, words.

thoughts

Experience over Research.

In all likelihood
there is going to be rain
said the weather forecast.
while my grand old man
in his eighties firmly refutes saying
that in all impossibility
there would be not a drop of rain.
Whom to believe?
I stay sullen
My grand old man
has once again proved right
there was not a single drop of rain
anywhere nearby.

Tags Experience, Poem, Water

thoughts

Happened Once

Having faltered once
she did not want to climb.
However much she was persuaded
she stayed stubborn,
Being well seen she was
gripped in fear.

The lurking ache
kept her from doing.
The impact being great
she stood aghast
not going forward
trembling in fear.

Being so much oppressed
always thinking of it
made her dull and desolate
a thought of it
would bring tears
in total despondency.

The commitments being great
wanting to settle her daughter in life
she has to take decisions
forgetting the plight
she had undergone in
another daughter’s life.

That which happened once
will not happen again
She must understand
and get going in life
not postponing any more
as her delay would yield no results.

Tags Bad, Experience, Past., Poem

thoughts

Experience Of Credibility

Her house is a mini zoo.
Cats with their kittens
go about in the yard
while the dogs and pups
play in the patio.
The few snakes crawl
hissing around the back yard.
The cows are reared by her
as she is a lover of fresh dairy produce.
Her horses in the stable stand with a shine.
They take her around in a gallop.
She has bee hives in the garden too.
Being a place where tree and plants abound
there is no dearth of birds
who sing and hoot , who chatter and squeak
from morn till dusk all throughout.
Her workers get going in a shift
taking care of the domesticated animals
and also those who have come on their own.
An experience of credibility is awaiting
if one takes a walk round her house.
.

Tags animals, Experience, Poem

thoughts

The Will and its Way

Having gone through a phase
not knowing what to say
Was it a good case?
or did it led to a chase?
Getting mixed up in a trace
went forward in a slow pace.
Thinking a lot before taking a step.
With a placid move and talk pep
took the challenge in a hep.
With the motive to win
and a target to rise above
entered the arena amidst din.
While the support was overwhelming
and the opponent seemed a weakling
got over the situation with a will
that would keep one high in a still.

Tags Experience, Poem, Strange

thoughts

The Challenge.

It was a peculiar event
crossing me by chance
without any real access
never intended to participate
as I never knew about it
but pulled in by a strange force
wherein it came i do not know
but it put me in the middle
blinking widely with my large eyes.
without knowing what to do
without understanding how to proceed
got into the milieu
and presided over the event
uttering something
relevant or irrelevant
I know not but got through it
with an ease and completed it
with a comfort never once fumbling
Well, a gift I possess
to get over any eventuality without difficulty.
The experience taught me a well designed philosophy
that to meet the challenge with a bite
you are sure to emerge triumphant.

Tags challenge., event, Experience, Poem, triumphant

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A Slice Of The Day

Late in the evening there was a mad rush.
The movement was so heavy it caused a crush.
The travellers were making a lot of fuss.
running helter skelter in distracted hush.

Clambered into the right train at last

The train puffed and puffed as it moved out of the station
A pleasant breeze gushed through the window’s crosssection.
Sleep knocked down the eyes to a complete inert disposition.
The head nodded vigorously to the train’s speed like a doll in an exhibition.

An hour later the train reached the destination.
The commuters with their baggage got out of the station.
They made their way to their homes in utter exhaustion.
This was every day happening for them without any relaxation.

Tags commuting, Day, endure, Experience, Poem, Relaxation, rush, slice, Thought, Travel.

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Would They?

Fight for your rights goes the thought.
Fight for justice prompts the mind.
Fight for equality calls the experience.
Fight for truth is the much used slogan.
Well, would all these fights work out?
Would all these fights yield fruit?
Would they? Would they? is the query
that would remain unanswered for centuries.

Tags centuries, Experience, Fight, Justice, Poem, Query, rights equality, Truth

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The Old Order Changeth

Giving way to new things in a fest.
Giving chance to young at the best.
Giving place to new order in a test
So goes the world in a flow
as change brings in a result slow.

Leaving the old things behind.
Leaving the aged in the hind.
Leaving the old order away from the bind.
So goes the world in a flow
as old takes the back row.

Taking up enthusiasm as a cue.
Taking over by youth is true.
Taking in fresh air from the blue.
So goes the world in a flow
as novelty assumes a glow.

Brushing aside the experience as a yardstick.
Brushing aside the oldies as one with a walking stick.
Brushing aside the tested ideals like a prick.
So goes the world in a flow
as wisdom retreats with a bow.