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Laughter At best.


Laughter being the best medicine 

going up with a very good sign

the laugh brings a veritable bind

that of the receiver and the taker

as a laugh endorses  the one

who does so with vigour

and enlightens the one

who experiences so with a trigger

as laugh  gets into the core

breaking all the conventions

lightens the heart  with no fear

and a hearty laugh gets the heart

run in a comfortable pace

lending a  valuable space

dear and great in a way

carrying with  it a synergy

and a  synthesis of  credibility

and validity laughter all in one go.

 

 

 

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Take Care.


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A little while ago
in the early hours
while getting up from bed
the telephone rang.

Gathering the body together
Took the receiver
heard a loud laugh with
a noise of clearing the throat.

Little bewildered on one side
and bit amused on the other
in a tone angry shouted
Hello , hello, hello thrice.

The laughter did not stop
went on for a few seconds
and a voice gruff
spoke in mono syllables

Take care of you
Take care of your belongings
Take care of your safety.
followed by loud laughter.

The voice was familiar
but changed to deceive
It was my friend’s
who plays such games for fun.

Fun or real
such calls are annoying
and cause a fear and dislike
early in the morn.

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The Sun Has Fun


The sun is grinning
as much as it could.
It is chuckling
all by itself in private.
It is laughing
with an empty guffaw in public.
It looks as though
it is jeering and mocking
at all of us under its canopy
reeling in the sweltering heat.
sweating unholy.
scorching sun

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The Falsehood.


A hushed silence was established.

A compelled uneasiness was felt.

A sensitive embarrassment was experienced.

A dullness spread around.

 

How to bring about normalcy?

How to diffuse the gathered animosity?

How to lighten the tension?

Questions crowded the mind.

 

It was an echo of deceit.

It was anything but farce.

 

Words read false.

Promises become unkempt.

Actions expose vengeance.

Slander runs amuck.

 

It was betrayal in the run.

It was an unpleasant shun.

It was an unapproved fun.

So all went beyond the gun.

 

 

 

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An Unruffled Mind.


Let it be a tremor.

Let it be a storm.

Let it be a hurricane.

Let it be a revolution.

Let it be an up rise.

Let it be a battle.

Let it be a murder.

Let it be a gory accident.

Let it be an untimely death.

Let it be a disappointment.

Let it be an embitterment.

Let it be unpleasant.

Let it be ghastly.

Let it be  terrible.

Let it be happiness.

Let it be exhilaration.

Let it be a pleasant weather.

Let it be fun.

Let it be entertainment.

If the  mind remains unruffled.

 Then the mind rests in peace.

It revels in joy.



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A Baby’s First Crawl


Lying down on his stomach ,

Looking around to check,

Pulling his legs to the fore,

 He fell down on the floor.

 

He got hurt to an extent,

He cried to his heart’s content,

Then attempted  again,

Alas ! he slipped in the bargain

 

He threw an angry look around

Stared in anger at the ground,

Shouted something in a loud voice

He stretched himself in a choice.

 

The baby became restless,

 He slowly dragged his legs breathless,

Steadied himself to a right position

He remained waiting for the next decision.

 

He suddenly  took a four-legged step,

 Moved his right leg in a forward pep,

The left one followed in a quick,

Architecting an advance like a trick.

 

The ruse went on for a little time,

It was like a poetic rhyme,

The crawl was with a rhythmic ease,

That brought no ridiculing tease.

 

It was fun  to see him crawl  for the rest,

It was for him a  highly priced test,

He had taken a move daring,

Is it not a praiseworthy sharing?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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On the Run


The days of youth are fun,

As we are always in the run,

Once we are up on a tree,

We sing aloud in a total free.

 

The days of adulthood are little less fun,

As  we have to move about in a slower run,

Once we are in the mid tree,

 We deliberate on things not totally free.

 

The days of mid age are least fun,

As we have to check out our run,

Once  we are on the lower tree,

 We  work on  the responsibilities almost unfree.

 

The days of old age are never a fun,

As we  have to stop our run,

Once we are beneath the tree,

 We count the days when we would be set free.