Tag Archives: Joy

The Coin is Tossed


The coin being tossed

head or tails in a shot

either one would fall

well, that is everyone’s call.

 

The coin plays a role

keeps all in a fold

not only  while tossing

also in the  crossing.

 

Heads would bring joy

the tail is less joy

a belief from  the time long

not to dissipate it  in this song.

 

Up go the coin in a fly

all eyes go with it in the try

comes down with the same speed

as every eye turns to it in greed.

 

Hooray ! cries the voice in jubilation

as head strikes down  with no intention

Alas! goes the voices in a groan

as it  eyes the tails land down.

 

Lot more and lot less go with it

matches and catches are with it

let us also go with the practice

no harm is found in this tactics.

 

 

 

Pushed In A Rush—- A Reference


Getting pushed in a rush

could lead to a crush

the crumble so specific

could be one of unique

where you lose the balance

miss your stand  and dance

not  being one of mirth and joy

rally one of a fall like a toy

legs get bruised being the minimal

your life being trampled in the terminal

that way the push and the rush go about

does they in the same way  in and out

the emotions trap you down to the ebb

become a prey to them in the blurb

the relations do tag you to a certain stripe

unknowingly you enter the  trap

love it or not you be on the alert

never allow to be pushed into the  culvert.

 

 

 

The Rains Cause Happiness.


The sound of rain falling
that too in the morning
keeps me in a mood of joy
and in a status of enjoy
I rush to the window
see the abundance in a show
the water falls in a sheet
it is a pleasant treat
I run to my back door
pull open the door
run into the vegetable garden
where the veggies lie in a broaden
stand there for a while
get drenched in style
the water flows down my head
I put out my tongue instead
splash it around my lips
the water drops in drips
it is a play of my childhood days
it continues to this day
an exhilaration I experience
it is one of very great reference.

A Soul Into The Blue.


The passion for writing
is like a kite
above and up it flies
never does it shies
my enthusiasm rises
it multiplies in thrice
then mounts up in four folds
the thirst I could not hold
I write like a mad
pen poems of sad
poetise joy
talk with coy
know not my structure
nor my grammar
either the syntax
without an index
that is me through and through
a soul into the blue

I Am An Architect.


What a world I could make?

as all seem to be in a fake

a creation in a dream

with illuminations in a gleam

would be the best possibility

Yes, I see around in style

the land that surrounds me

supplies all I want without trial

I find a cheerful abundance

which call not for any reference

the prosperity  overwhelms

beyond the specified realms

I  hover around with eyes open

I  could spot nothing inferior even in token

the children play and learn with a relish well looked after with

well looked after with a cherish

the aged walk in an elegant stride

share their experience  with pride

not one of them staggers or wobbles

look fresh and free of troubles

the commercial  transact  in terms straightforward

no deals are performed  with an exchange inward

threats of terrorism  have no place

if at all they are  gimmicks in case

hijack is an absentee in the  world  of mine

the hide and seek takes place in a shine

abuse and misuse are not  thought  at all

be them in words, matter or material   in call

women are held in high esteem

never they undergo hardships extreme

distinctions between poor and rich are unknown

as everyone is moderately  well off and well known

with a lovely house and a caring family

a job well paid and no struggle in the rally

the life in my world goes about  happily

a gracious blessing it is hopefully

Well, this would be the world I wish to make

simple as it could be  easy to take

I want no frills or drills along the sides

I require plain transparency with no abide

If this world could be created as I wish

I see a Heaven on earth with  an eternal bliss.

Lovely is my circumspection by all  deeds

Great it would be if I succeed!baby and grandmother .

‘I am participating in the #TheWorldRemade activity at BlogAdda in association with India Today #Conclave15.’

It Is One Of Joy.


It is a beautiful May morning

the sun is in its full strength

could see  the joy around in full length

the eyes of the children are sparkling

while they go up and down in the swing

they count the moves up to the tenth

they sigh and let out their breath

as they go high up all giggling

it is a pleasure to watch them play

not they know beyond that

a momentous rejoice it seems

an experience that stays for the day

not bothered of any other thing after that

peace transcends subtly in a seam.

children in swing.