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Great


The word great

goes with the people

takes along with the qualities

throws light on works

be it in verse or prose

be it  art or architecture

directing to nature great

claims the feelings

sending in a significance

bringing in an exaltation

enhancing the quality

that being the best

creating wonders

kindling a sensation

and there emanating a cry

exclaiming ‘ Great”

and a sound wow

denoting it be awesome,

wonderful and excellent.

 

 

 

I Have Won


I have won.

Really,I have won.

It being an award

which is its own reward.

I  stand  tall and proud

among the learned  crowd.

I think of my  cute blog

I usually  log

not once or twice

but by I have won how many tries

I really do not know

as it is my  resting place and  flow

where my thoughts gather

where I sit for hours rather

writing what all I experience

not bothered about their relevance

It being a canvas little and colourful

wherein my feelings get sketched in full

not with paint and caricatures

but with words and  features

extolling the greatness of nature

enhancing the  human qualities in stature

finding myself occupied all through the day

at times in the nights too in a way

with my children all  living far

with no duties and customs  to bar

I keep on writing  with a fervour

with my mind always in a hover

while my body is at  a position static

my thoughts go about ecstatic

therein comes the creativity in hand

which slowly and gradually disbands

with the expressions come my reflections

one by one they fall into places  in conjunction

with the language with which I am familiar

being a perception that might be unfamiliar

I write  for long casting my spontaneous feelings

deftly and skilfully adorning my ramblings

finding a place in the word press platform

that inadvertently has lent a lively form

with that my poetic sojourn which began  a few years  ago

is rising up to levels  not very great but remarkable in the go

with my followers increasing slowly and steadily

while most of my poems gaining  readership readily

my tryst with writing has started off though late

I hope would stand the test of times and find a rate

being appreciated for its simplicity and lyricism

along with the dominance of  rhythm and  surrealism.

With winning  this award  as a senior I stand with pride

recalling the day I clinched the University  top rank in glide

memories keep gushing one after another  in great stride

raising me aloft and high with an  applause and appreciation by the side.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Eyes Narrate.


Eyes always hold attention
big or small it might be
they tell you who you are
and what you think
at the moment and before
sometimes they are inspiring
other times they are conspiring
while they emit kindness
they do also express evil
showing out love on occasions
staring with anger at times
revealing fear and apprehension in tunefear
elucidating bravery and achievement too
the eyes play a contradictory role
telling us what is going to happen on whole.

The Address.


addressformWherein does happiness originate?
Wherein does fear subscribe?
Wherein does exhaustion set in?
wherein does strain comes from?
wherein does sadness overwhelm?
wherein does success take wings?
Wherein does failure droops down?
Wherein does power overtakes?
Wherein does authority over acts?
Wherein does jealousy slashes across?
Wherein does greed dashes over?
Wherein is not a mystery
nor a rigorous chase.
All are found in the inside,in the inmost.
They throb from the inner self.
They haunt from the interior.
They resurrects from within.

Thought Ran Up the Clock


mouse ran up the clockIt is an early morning wake up
going over a week in a roll up
starting with deliberations all the way up
drenching in deep thoughts as a wrap up
causing a disturbance in the follow-up
while the provocations mount up
the eyelids refuse to shut up
the tears come down in a shoot up
rendering an excitement in a round-up
an excitement not of happiness in a close up
but of anguish in a trial up
sounding an alarm of sensational fear as a lap up
creating a significant malady to the cheer up
dissipating a trend of uneasiness in the mop up
releasing an unusual apprehensiveness in the back up
evoking a scene of pathetic denominations in the fall up
turning the rest of the day into a dull ambiguity in the line up
thus moves on the remaining hours in the pack up.

The Tale Of Blank.


Everything ended up in a blank.

There was none to bank.

The heart sank.

 

All issues drew a blank.

Nothing was above rank.

The mind sank.

 

Most experiences pointed to blank.

They lay above the tank.

The emotions sank.

 

Part of life was blank.

It exceeded the clank.

The hope sank.

 

Little cries imposed a blank.

The weeps overwhelmed the crank.

Death sank.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Lovely Exchange.


It was an exchange,

Neither dealing with currency in  a range.

Nor involving a barter all the same.

 

It was an exchange,

Away from the economy in a range,

Far  away from the mundane all the same.

 

It was an exchange.

Across the deep blue ocean in a range,

Covering thousands of kilometers  all the same.

 

It was an exchange,

Where age did not come into the range,

Where affection stood above  all the same.

 

It was an exchange ,

Where the grandson poured out his thoughts in a range,

Where the grandmother listened mesmerised all the same.

 

Then it is not an exchange,

You might  blindly say in a range,

Yet it was sharing of feelings in a manner strange.