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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.

 

 

 

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Not Mirth All The Time


Could be a day of mirth

almost so to this time

could be a day of grief

almost so to this  time

could be both in a day

almost so to this time

happiness and sadness

exist together at this time

being so all the time

an incident of  joy

coordinates with another

one or more of disappointment

as every day there is birth on one side

whilst there is death besides

that be the way of life

to me and to you all the while.

 

 

 

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My Dearest Friend


rainsI had an unexpected guest
who always put me to test
she would drench me with showers
if she is in a mood not terse.

The friend of mine came all so quick
could not believe her as she was up to trick
wondered what brought her here all of a sudden
she was always an entertainer never a burden.

I rushed towards her with happiness wrought in my face
took her by my hand and tried to embrace her with grace
she escaped from me and dodged playfully
delighted I stood gazing cheerfully.

She was with me for one and a half hour
she went through enlivening each flower
which blossomed as soon as she touched the petals
her entry brought mirth in total.

The friend of mine could be a friend of you too
she is a lovely person which is nothing but true
I begged her to come every day for an hour and half
as she is rain who acts for prosperity on behalf.

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Peace Be With You


There is  peace 

really. you  ask

as there is no thing

that much could be seen

with peace and goodwill

as every other place

there is fight and tension

that go with a fusion

with terrorism on the sway

with  corruption on to gay

with that of deception all the day

there be peace you say

what sort of peace do you mean ?

ask you bona fide

I do reply in the stride

that there is peace I assure

not found in the political

never found in business

but seen among people

who play it simple

whether there be a fight

 

it lasts for a day

where there is mirth

it prolongs for months

there I find peace and joy

seamless they are

entwined they look

that be peace and contentment.

Peacethis is my answer

the case of satisfaction to the reply

lies on the way you take .

Peace be with you always!

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The Caramel Custard


Eating the custard

 with fruits and nuts on it

 gives   lip smacking  taste

with the icy dessert melting

flowing into the mouth gently

getting into the throat  with a chill

giving a feeling of happiness

that goes with the cheer

making the face bloom with mirth

theerby intoxicating the mind and belly

not in the usual way  of dizziness

not in the manner of   random mood

but with the lovely gesture

with that of great appreciation

and a greater mirth all in a way.download (25)

 

 

 

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A Stony Talk.


bones and nervesstones and bricksThe stones and bricks are not lifeless as they seem.
They know much more than we comprehend in a seam.
They have witnessed many a quarrel and in fight of the team.
They have enjoyed the happiness and pleasure in a gleam.

The thought brings to mind the functions of bones and nerves.
The bones give shape to the Man’s curves
The nerves sustain his laborious serves.
Both give him facilities more than he deserves.

The stones brave the wind and weather.
They withstand with a spirit dying never.
The bricks deliver a sustenance forever.
Both together propose a structural grandeur.

The loud laughter penetrates through the stones.
The tearful cries strike the bricks in a repeated hone.
Mirth knocks the doors not alone.
Sorrow crosses the porch in a subdued tone.

The stones chuckle sonorously when they are disturbed terribly.
The bricks rattle fiercely when the wind blows rudely
They cause a furore in the dim night endlessly.
They shudder mildly in the starless darkness dolefully.

Never shun the stones of a house as lifeless.
Never condemn bricks of a house as useless.
They have recorded messages countless.
They have staged dramatic episodes nevertheless

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The New Born


Woke up in the morn,

to the tune of a song.

The sun  mirthfully shone,

amidst the gleeful throng.

There was a mild sound,

which came along.

That expressed in a  lovely tone,

an arrival of a new-born.

 

Crying in full throat,

the babe made the entry.

Alerting everyone with a short

sharp  notes similar to a sentry.

Revitalising the surrounding

with a charming frenzy.

That brought out  aloud,

the arrival of  the new-born.

 

 

 

The anticipation turned out

to a passionate excitement.

The anxiety converted itself

into a delightful predicament.

There  arose a tranquillity

embedded in peace and contentment.

That delivered in all serenity,

the arrival of the new-born.

 

 

 

 

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Orchestra


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.