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.
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Tag: Fear
Feel awed to look at the eternity
it 
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.
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The Threat
Fear has seized
now it has slowly ceased
content is released.
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.
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 c
all 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.
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.
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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 displease
well, this is my personal opinion not well designated
I could visualize you suppress a smile in a tease.
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.
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 would
see dusk in bliss.
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