That Ought To be.

A passiveness cannot be termed as an  obeisance

an  obeisance cannot be called  a subservience

a subservience cannot be noted as  a fear

a fear cannot be called  a terror

a terror is not permanent

it dies within hours.



Poetry thoughts

Awe Inspiring

Feel awed to look at the eternity

it Purity_Ring_-_Another_Eternity be vast encompasses an infinity

amazing at times an image of greatness

fearful at times a picture of  gruesomeness.


The eternity stares at me with a blink

I wriggle with fright and shrink

apprehensive of its  magnificence

impossible to overcome  being a deference.


I hide behind the canvas being one of makeshift

it enters through the breach found as rifts

I am caught unaware in the midst of a turbulence

am found in  a terrible slot  have no influence.


The eternity holds the sway in full grip

no way to escape and move on without a tip

I slip and treble in two’s and three’s

I am shelved and placed in a freeze.


The days together keep me in a precipitation

hasten  to hold myself intact with a disposition

being one of a means to appreciate and applaud

the imperious presence  of  eternity all the more loud.










Lying on a soft bed

with a softer pillow

she was dreaming

something of red

with a halo

came across jumping

she lay still  for long

did not move  in fear

she  wanted to catch

the one danced along

she wished to tear

intended to scratch

the thing eluded her grasp

as it moved in hop and stop

the redness intensified

she held her hands in a clasp

she fell down in a flop

she was mystified

being one of a dream

she woke up with a steam

looked around with a beam

ending the nightmare.mystified








Poetry threat

The Threat

Fear has seized

now it has slowly ceased

content is released.

dash. ideas Poetry twinge

A Mild Fear.

A mild fear is now in the mind

it could terribly bind

sit there with  thoughts in an intercept

all my ideas appear to be in  debt

a twinge crosses in a flash

will I survive the dash?

a poignant intrusion settles me down

I keep staring with a frown

could that I fear turn not so

if it returns it would be a blow

I decide to take the plunge straight

hope it works out in the direction right

if not I would fall shattered

as of now I am in a state battered

well, let us see the vantage the day next

the day things would be put to a test.mild fear

economice Poetry treason.

A Marxian Economy.

Living with fear always

could deter your growth in ways

would some one break open, you ponder

would anyone jump through the fence? you wonder

puts you in a quandary all the more.

It is a peace that one wants

sleep and awake in peace, we cannot

be it   a sign of prosperity with reference

a pointer to good govenance

a way to enjoy life in real freedom

How many countries are safe?

could I say less than half?

no, can count them with the fingers

few  remain unfolded in a linger

be the plight of the world

Leads to the economics

could you c9780521793995all it dynamics

few are horribly rich

many are ruefully poor

the equation remains unbalanced.

This could be the reason

forces one to do treason

a fair proportion in riches

could answer these glitches

sensed by Karl  Marx long ago.

beautiful Poetry

A Lovely Day

Every day is beautiful

with a morn wonderful

the sun peeps out

shines throughout

a day with almost bright

sunny and straight

another day mostly dull

cloudy in full

the days roll on

everything passes on

the good and the bad

the events happy and sad

take place in a succession

the progression and recession

happen with no interruption

a continuous session

that dots life with a cheer

and punctuates it with a fear

that be the day for everyone

most assuredly a lovely one.lovely day

apprehension idiom. Poetry

Butterflies In The Stomach

When I heard the idiom

butterflies in the stomach

I could not feel the tedium

the expression gets stuck

as I note butterflies  are beautiful

they fly all around with joy

suck the nectar full

could diagnose nothing coy

wonder why this idiom came into being

which spells  out fear and apprehension

butterflies are  lively beings

cause a lot of entertaining distractions

feel the tiny creatures are wrongly associated

with nervousness and uneasiness in a displeasebutterflies

well, this is my personal opinion not well designated

I could visualize you suppress a smile in a tease.

condemn Poetry publish pursue. response

I Write With Fear.

I write with a fear

a fear that  builds  up

as I get near

near to publishing

I publish with the same fear

a fear that keeps nagging

Once published I fear

a fear that makes me not sleep

Well, the response  causes a fear

a fear that I should not be condemned

So many fears surround me

while I start to write

not enough still to restrict

me from writing till.write without fear.

fear Poetry terrorist world

Would We See Peace ?

The world is so big and small
big in the area it covers
small in the mind it holds
a contradiction could be in that
big and small go together good and bad

The land and water the world has
extends from the Arctic to Antartic
the minds the world possesses
ranges from religious majority and minority
those being Christianity, Islam and Hinduism.

With the vast scope available world-wide
found in commercial and connectivity
the mind still nurtures a hatred, fanaticism
instigating a riot and a rebellion in every place
with a siege and terrorism all too much to accept.

The fear to live goes accompanied by an attack
the innocent in an exclusive cafe held hostage
scared and shaky they stay there for hours
the man with a gun sets off all of a sudden
with the big world being rattled and shattered..

Today it is Sydney, yesterday it was Mumbai
tomorrow it could be any city or hamlet
Where could we sleep in peace?
Where would we wake up happy?
expecting a day that would dawn
and a day that wouldSydney Siege see dusk in bliss.