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The Love TO See Places
Had been to different places
not in one stroke but in phases
love to see many more in future
but being a home loving creature
wish to be right back soon
otherwise I would swoon
the comfort of home being best
throws all other desires to rest
yet on and off the love to see places
spurts with a feel almost in cases
I undertake a short trip for the love
return as swift like the dove
run to lie down in my bed
on my soft pillow lies my head
crazy I seem to be in all
funny I would look before you all.
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Being One Of Bounteous Love.
The year that is past
has been very fast
the year began with a halo
exposing a tumult in a bellow.
Much of the politics did gather
crowd up in a clamour rather
the one claims the unattainable
the other talks of the unreachable.
The year that was had so much of the unrealistic
an expectation with a lot off glitch turned static
the governance in the center and the state
was the old wine in a new bottle nothing beyond the rate.
Not much happened last year at any front
economics looked like an holocaust in trend
inflation was at the highest at all point
onions and grocery rapidly rose to the joint.
The Modi formula did not work any magic
it waned into another gimmick
the Raghuram Rajan hypothesis showed caution
brought no impetus to production.
The theorem and the rider did prove in theory
abstract could be they in a dreary
the virtual could not catch up with the formulae largely
the functionality remained undefined inordinately.
The congressional dilemma seen greatly in the parliament
obstructing each and every agenda no matter how imminent
their strength in the Rajya Sabha became a tool
by which the people were made fools.
Notwithstanding the administrative defaults
the opposition and the ruling made somersaults
one blames the other for its inadequacy
whereas the country is spurned by the indecency.
2015 saw many disasters worldwide being unimaginable
could we think of the migratory issues in a degree plausible?
could we talk of the firing in Paris with delicacy?
or see the shootings in U.S with a placidity?
I woke with a fear in my heart almost everyday
what would and could happen this day being today?
being the surmount in my mind all through the year
never did I sleep in peace all the days, my dear.
These could be said of my country and the world
what did take place in my home swear by my word
was it anyway better than the national and international?
the home being a nucleus of both the levels.
The noncooperation among the family members surfaced
it took a momentum and faded in a manner phased
the turmoil was enough to kindle and rekindle my anger
I had a tough time and looked daggers.
The colleagues or my staff for that matter
had involved in a banter
engaged in a tease and a poke causing exhaustion
I threw my towels in exasperation.
The year saw all these in a largesse
it also had incidents that lock a caress
being one of an addition to the family
that of a lovely girl who smiles affably.
The birth of the little girl at the beginning of the year
the innocent toothless smile she displays is so dear
the feel when I hold her close to my bosom
relieves me of the tension and issues cumbersome.
Seeing her grow up throughout the twelve months
the way she turned back and front in her third month
the effort she put up to sit steady in the months later
the words she spoke with a mimic in her incessant chatter
all leads one to the next year with bounteous love .
- “I’m sharing my #TalesOf2015 with BlogAdda
I love you
I love you all the more
I love you so much
I love you as such
I love you in a stretch
I love you with all my heart.
I love you with a great start.
I love you.
The love and affection
knows no proportion
it goes in a notion
throughout with no friction
once it faces an interruption
it stumbles with a dissolution
it falls and fails without resolution
there endPoem, love the love and affection.
A talk all through the evening
a conversation over the phone
I wait for the phone to ring
expect the most familiar tone
the weekends usually is fun
not like the weekdays
when I have to work in tons
tired and exasperated always
I relax on Saturdays
answering the successive phone calls
the one after another in a way
they be in the order never false
the first from my first born at the onset
enquires my welfare in words of choice
the next one from my second at the behest
in his inimitable way introspects on my poise
the final call from my little one when at rest
who interrogates my health status
all the three come up in different turns
the subject being I at all runs
it is the mother, the mother all the more
they could not think of anything more.
The display of colours
orange, red and blue
come with a wish true
orange for the blossom
red remarkable for a caution
the ocean reflects the blue
seen from the sky
so go the colours in a varied spectrum
the yellow, green and pink
the sun’s rays go for yellow
green a sign of prosperity
while the pink a sense
a caricature of love
as girls have an inclination
the soft mildness enhance
with that we go along
a speech for so long
cause not a slur
creates an enhancement
one of a tricky tone
well that is a way we win
a success found in colours
I go again with them
red, blue and yellow
come with me to sing
green, red and pink
a great going in a strength
that be it in all its chorus
that be with it in all its ambiguity.
The emotion invariably rules us
be that of love and romance in plus
if the insinuations stand the test of time
the capabilities are adjudged as true
the transitory could be an infatuation.
Romance is abstract
as that of pain and joy in track
the body experiences these
while the mind undergoes a cease
there blossoms an exalted fervour.
Romance is a flirt
the immediate draw is a divert
fundamentally on features physical
could evolve a reaction chemical
could relate to trends diabolical.
Romance is an exhilaration
could be out of devotion or dedication
piety in a way is a romance
ethereal love is also a romance
these range in a region sublime.
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Pet Concept.
Nature and love
flowers and birds
are often sung by poets
being the most emotional
is a love of man and woman
with a joy and pain
along with competition
all sung by the poet
either in rhyme or free verse
absolutely emotion-laden
calling the flowers that bloom
and the birds that cry lovelorn
sketching out a picture frame
with words impregnate with lust
that do embarrass the sensitive
set a mood of pining and longing
insinuates and induces the same feel
well, that could be a perspective
and a theme of great enjoyment
which most love to read and experience
though not literally in a way
greatly while perusing through
as the love is the pet concept of all posts
and an endearing theme of all readers.
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Merry Christmas
Come every year the Christmas
a festival of candles
honouring the birth of Christ
a gesture in a way very amazing and sprite
a significance with all merits
that be not only a birthday of the Lord
but be a recapture of his faith and brand
a renewal of his teachings
a virtual celebration as it looks now
being a convenient escapism from the cult
Christianity preaches love and kindness
mercy and sympathy carry the impetus
violence and hatred never in the syllabus
tells us to embrace every soul with a lovely smile
that takes us with a distinction across the miles
Do we see such kindred spirit as of now?
Have to hunt for such souls through the brow.
That again is an exercise to no avail
Setting aside the mission for a while
Wishing all a Merry Christmas
and a Happy N
ew Year.
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