Seeing through the eyes.
Saw lot of things pleasant.
Saw lot of things unwanted
Hearing with the ears.
Heard lot of talk cordial
Heard lot of talk rude.
The good and bad live
in peace and
serenity
unmindful of the surroundings
It is for us to take
that which is apt.
Tag: Good.
The likes and dislikes go together.
While the likes are few in the gather.
the dislikes get further
into the deep rather
clinging to the frailties all over
exposing a disenchantment in a fall over
displaying a distaste in a roll over
calling for a strange detachment in the tail over
inducing a morbidity in the start over
exceeding the likes in the numerical count however
concealing the likes with the repeated recounts all so ever
Well, the good gets always trampled in all fronts whatsoever..
Preserving the memory in a box
that is not false,
which should hold a lot of thoughts
of good and bad equally poised,
interpreting in different sorts
as and when the need starts,
at a time condescending to the plots
more than a time dismantling the slots
to carry out deals of greedy ingots,
paving the way to a glamorous spot
creating a sensational wave absolutely hot,
presenting a grand scenario of a dedicated revolt
while achieving it after a generous bought
both in kind and cash all in a lot.
Well,memory remains intact in a box.
It is a style of living.
It is a lively visualizing.
It tells a lot of the being.
It is an honorable cruising.
The style gives a count.
It writes up an account.
Tells us about the deals paramount.
That adds up to the surmount.
The style reveals the person’s identity.
It portrays the scope of his individuality.
It measures the scale of his virtuosity.
It discerns his nature with an assiduity.
It is the style that makes a man.
It is the style that calls him a gentleman.
It is the style that hails him a good human.
It is the style that makes him a creditable man.
Left in a torrential outpouring.
It was not literally raining.
It was an abstract kindling.
Leaving an uneasy steering.
Unfurling a static feeling.
Creating a sensation inundating.
Fostering a lusterless shimmering.
Oh! it was a situation annihilating.
A destitution was set in a fumbling.
A desperation settled in a quickening.
The forehead strained into a narrowing.
The eyes were profoundly welling.
The nose was quickly twitching.
The mouth was angrily snorting.
The cheeks were fiercely burning.
The scenario was one overturning.
The good lost their sensible thriving.
The bad gained a plausible living.
Initiating a contradictory resolving.
The world revolves in a fleecing.
The genuine go about in a silent enlivening.
The cheats get along with a merriment enhancing.
There is nothing else
truly amazing.
Bisect the angle cried the Mathematician.
Dissect the frog called the Biologist.
Inject the vial screamed
the Surgeon.
Infuse the chord ranted the electrician.
Lock in the water shouted the plumber.
Launder the money murmured the tycoon.
Hold me up beseeched the Minister.
Hush up dictated the tyrant.
Vote for me pleaded the politician.
Vouch for me demanded the businessman.
Align me with things good concluded the innocent.
Allow me to live happily implored the commoner.
It was only few years back,
The family’s going was good ,
The pride was extremely high,
The cheer was delightfully great,
Naturally, its arrogance was exorbitant.
The family made a loud show off,
A gross vanity was directly found,
A rudeness was always practised,
A total disrespect to all was shown,
Its impudence was absolutely unbearable.
Today the scenario has changed,
The progress has been stalled by their insincerity,
Their prosperity has eroded considerably,
Their prestige has been lost effectively
Still they have not realised the reality.
It is a pity to see the family ,
Facing a loss of enormous wealth
Seeing its vast properties auctioned,
Experiencing an untold misery and shame,
Still unable to accept the fault which they committed.
Examining the plight of the family straight,
Traced the folly of the person at the helm,
It was an unmindful expansion all through,
Neatly setting aside a sizeable portion for him,
Landing the business in an unprecedented debacle.
The team of husband and wife strove hard,
Built an empire by thoughtful moves,
Engaged themselves in philanthropic activities,
Handed everything to one son by love or ploy ,
Saw the whole thing crash like a pack of cards.
Favouring a part of their own family most,
Shelling out a fruitful fraction to the other part,
Taking away mercilessly what was given from one child,
Making her languish in disappointment and tears,
Caused the family to suffer immensely.
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It Is Transitory
Leaves bloom in a lovely green hue,
Thick and dense in a clasping cue,
Spreading a canopy of shade ,
Providing a glittering like jade,
Only to fall in days few.
The rain fed rivers flow gently,
Through the pebbles and moss gracefully,
Carrying with them alluvial soil across
Enriching the fields as they cross,
Only to get into the ocean mildly.
Man lives with pomp and merry,
Arrogant and towering over all in glory,
Dictating terms to everyone with serpentine authority,
Destroying one and all with diabolical impetuosity
Only to get interred in dust shortly
It is as explicit as ever,
That which is born cannot live forever,
That which takes place will fade
Be it beautiful or ugly,good or bad,
All would drop down in 
a wither.
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A Messiah
In a land of racial bias,
In a place of economic malaise,
In a sequence of physical violence,
In a circumstance of mental disgrace,
Where the world is in turmoil,
While the nations remain unbalanced,
Where the universe is in a grip of turbulence,
While the countries slip into a devastation,
As the people target each other,
Creating a pandemonium of ill will,
As the men delve deep into animosities,
Opening the box of Pandora,
Letting out a swarm of bees,
Bustling with chagrin and vengeance,
Buzzing in a shrill crackling intensity,
Spreading distress and fear,
Implanting desire and greed,
Implicating evil and misery,
As they involve in a manipulation,
Of cruelty and atrocity,
Evolving a disarming scenario.
An expectation of resurrection,
From the bondage of satanic hold,
Keeps the troubled soil,
In a note of consolation,
Lifting the head towards the sky,
Focusing the eyes on the glide,
Expressing a sombre serenity,,
Espying the gradual descent ,
Of the redeeming Messiah.
Will he save the mass?
Will he discharge justice class?
Will he deliver peace fast?
Will he ? Will he?
Cries the grieving heart,
Wishing 
a transcendence straight.
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