It is Peanuts

Calling it peanuts
gives a tone of jeer
It is nuts
also reflects the sneer.
Why this attribution ?
Makes me wonder
feeling it is not a distribution
that keeps them asunder.
It is then why I reflect
nothing gets deflected
As I go on thinking this
I get too many denials in the list.
To keep my mind off
I have to resort to a break
in the form of a sleep off
maintained in the track. peanuts

Actions Enlightenment Experience Inspiration Interpretation Story Theory thoughts True turmoil

A Lilt On Life.

Pretensions get the better of life.

Pretexts go along with the strife.

Well, that is generally life.


Apprehensions rob the best part of life.

Anxiety dissects the major part of strife.

Well, that is invariably life.


Distinctions crawl amidst the delicate  life.

Desire annihilates the  valiant strife.

Well, that is incidentally life.


Ingratitude plucks the lovely part of life.

Inertia destroys the strenuous  strife.

Well, that is inimitably life.


Jealousy eats up the major part of  life.

Jeering kills the sincere  strife.

Well, that is significantly life.


Vengeance  corrupts  the entire  life.

Vicious  condemns the velocity of  strife.

Well, that is inadvertently life.


Years roll up to complete the cycle of  life.

Yearnings move up to conclude the endless strife.

Well, that brings to the  fag-end  of life.




Anger Experience Lesson Life Pride thoughts True turmoil

The Kill

A bout of anger empowered her

It nearly paralysed her.

The nerves rolled up violently.

Delirium seized her vigorously.


Damn it!  she shouted as loud as she  could.

She swears and curses as much as she could.

She stutters and mumbles as long as I could.

She staggers out  as slow as she could.


She  sees a circle of fire around her.

It is burning high encircling her.

It is not the real fire that holds her.

It is the heaving and sighing that kills her.


Yet, she is not reigning aplomb and high

She is struggling to make ends meet with a try.

She lives away from gossip and schemes almost shy.

Her manifestations and gestures perch her above sky.


Is it wrong to live with pride? she quoth.

Is it a sin to detach from the crowd? she loathes.

Is it treason to survive within means? she froths.

Nay not, my child, live as righteously as you could, I console.


The world finds happiness in jeering the noble.

It mocks at the efforts of the able.

How are we going to label?

The  provocations make us  unstable.




















Actions Age Child Lesson Life Looks thoughts Wish

A Birthday Party.

It was a birthday party,

It looked like any other  party,

The child was the  main party,

She did not know about the party.


The child was a frail one year old,

She was in her mother’s hold,

Looking at all with a fear untold,

She felt cramped in the hubbub cold,

Poor child! she trembled in the fold.


The gathering was excited most,

Games were for them almost,

The couples danced  vibrantly to the toast,

Leaving a feeling of distaste utmost,

 Oh! the poor child was ignored foremost.


The cake was cut with much fanfare,

 Happy Birthday ranted high in the air.

The balloons were burst in the fare,

Raising a loud noise beyond the dare,

Oh! the poor child looked like a timid hare.


Was not the party for the child? I enquire,

 Nay! it is for the adults, I hear,

Should not the children participate? I jeer,

 Never! It is a boisterous revelry, very clear,

 Oh! the  poor child started crying in fear.