Tag Archives: Melancholy

The Two Sides.

The coin has two sides

with the head on one side

and a tail on the other

stretching it farther

life has two facets

with an intricate insert

the happiness fills up greatly

while the melancholy sets up swiftly

reconciling to the distinctions softly

let us get along in life  affably.the two sides of life




Down The Memory Lane.

cyclingCycling through the memory lane.
Pedalling soft in a reverie plain.
Half pedalling while reliving the past.
Fast pedalling when going through the present cast.
Racing through the happenings as though in a telecast.
The picture of life so far is etched out in the frame main.

Cycling through the memory lane.
Envisaged bumps and roll downs in a path not plain.
jubilation was found in the realms of past.
Tribulations were also part of the cast.
The performance was rushed through in a telecast.
The still remembered experiences hang in the gallery main.

Cycling through the memory lane.
Perceiving thorns and bushes in a terrain not entirely plain.
Happiness realised in the years looks similar to the past.
Melancholy also gets in as an entity in the cast.
The outcome presents a lively telecast.
The fresh incidents depict a fine portrayal in the gateway main.

Cycling comes to a stop as the end nears.
The mind rests in peace without fear.
The activities cease as everything draws to a close.
The wide canvas slowly folds and falls down as a dried rose.
There exists an extensive and exhaustive relaxation foreboding a cheer.



It was dark and serene.

Clouds moved  across,.

lightning  struck ahead,

thunder blasted over,

rains lashed with force,

the scene was sombre,

the light  effect was dazzling,

the sound was deafening,

creating an orchestra,

neither of mirth,

nor of melancholy,

but of reality,

and of credibility.








Nature Warns.

In the early evening I felt a shudder.

The chair rocked a while.

The table shook a second.

The building jolted  a minute.   

The head wobbled dizzy.

There was panic all over.


It was only the  day before.

It was a hot afternoon.

There was not even a breeze.

The tremor caught us unaware.

We were left gaping at the disaster.


The disaster was not heavy.

There were no casualty in the run.

There was no monetary loss in the trend. 

The people got evacuated for reasons known

The coastal area felt devastated expressing a frown.


The devastation was not physical to the core.

The scare was thoroughly profound all the more.

The apprehension was killing at the most.

The recollections were fearful foretelling a Tsunami

There was a deadly silence reminiscent of a melancholic sadness.

The desolation carried a reference of  lethal premonition.


The desolation started to overwhelm in magnitude.

The will to live was driving everyone in platitude.

Nature has its own way of signalling its motion.

It warns the people of their shortfalls.

Wittingly,we cause damage to her in our own way.

Destroying the environment morbidly.


Morbidly we throng the habitations in multitudes

Recklessly we contaminate the earth  committing destitute.

Avariciously we work on her for our benefit with self-conceit

Unmindful of her great discomfort and  terrible plight 

Patience has been her virtue for long.

Destruction has been our goal for too long.


Playing with Nature is dangerous,mind you

Kidding her virtuosity is harmful,beware.

Humiliating her is perilous,be warned.

She would suddenly break with a vengeance.

Throwing out and tearing  everything in a violence.














A Smile Is A Smile.

A smile is a smile to me,

it is an expression of happiness,

It looks so to me,

See beyond it,say many

There would be a tinge of joy,

There would be a trace of melancholy,

it would bear an outline of anger,

it would conceal a violent temper,

it would camouflage ignorance,

it would also hide a vengeance,

If that is so, I feel,

the smile is no longer a smile.


Devastating It Is

Floods across the world  cause a quick havoc,

Quakes around the world   create a speedy ravage,

Droughts on and off bring about an unbearable famine,

So goes the nature’s mentality in destruction.



The lovely landscapes that  are  found throughout,

Of mountains aiming to reach the sky,

Of blue oceans  tossing  up and down,

Portray Nature’s wonderful gift.



The desolate trends  expose a melancholy,

Leaving the hearts saddened to a standstill

The beautiful scenario expresses a solemnity,

Mellowing the  minds reconciled  to a quaint silence.



Devastating is indeed an enigma,

As it indicates to a rude chaos,

As well it points out to a stunning  attraction,

Picturing itself as an oxymoron.

Tinge And A Twinge

There was a note of melancholy all around,

There was a sort of depression in and out,

With heavily laden eyes,

Brimming with tears,

Faces looking sullen,

The whole environ was heavily charged.


The tinge of sadness got expressed,

In the colour of the dress,

Which was black

A colour of mourning,

A symbol  of grief,

Expressing torment,

The gathering reflected a desolation.


The twinge of pain was unbearable,

The thought of distress was deplorable,

With heart-rending scenes,

A bash on the head,

A beat on the chest,

Eyes  flutter  in sorrow,

The scenario was upbeat with sordid temper.


The tinge of unbearable  twinge,

Gave way to an oppressing tenor,

Insinuating a swanky mood,

Of loathsome exhaustion,

Of irking withdrawal,

Inducting a moment of strain and drain.