a depression it seems
a repercussion it brings
a dissolution it leads to
a resolution is a need
a solution would come
with that a celebration.
Had been so much obsessed
very much into it
always in the thought depressed
could not get away from it
yet had to sustain in a way
passed the days somehow
realized it is not the end anyway
picked up courage anyhow
drove the clouds from the mind
turned lively once again
the news all is well without any bind
came with a propitious gain
Well. that is a great relief, heaven forbid
The obsession becomes a diversion
Small issues create a distraction
Rise up to a level beyond redemption
They force a withdrawal imminent
They promote a disaster diffident,
The creativity dies instantly
There surfaces a disability
A manifestation of incapacity
Which brings to end a spontaneity
That is the sound of death knell.
The community is so small
but have claims very tall
it comes out with the ball
that keep rolling in the fall
saying it with a shout from a hall
it then discards it from the knoll
that being the case in all
the community goes on with its move
distributing things for every occasions in a prove
while the dishes and vessels keep piling in a grove
the givers waiting for an opportunity to reciprocate with love
the takers having no option but to accept it somehow
the shops make hay over the community’s show
making huge revenue at one stroke in a row
the idea to give is to be appreciated with a glow
altering it a bit to give it to not those who have a flow
but to those who really need them should be the motto
Being seen in the areas down South of India in most
residing mainly around Karaikudi at the most
spending huge part of the revenue in marriages utmost
otherwise living below the required levels to full most
this community of Nagarathars spend extravagantly foremost
ignoring how much they spend visibly and invisibly on weddings i most.
Anxiety mounts up.
Tension creeps up.
Fear rises up.
Pressure scales up.
The results are coming up.
It is not the presidential election.
It is neither the award presentation.
Do not look at me that way.
Do not call me silly.
I await, I see through the gateway.
It is the promotion of my child always.
From Kindergarten to grade 1.
From grade 1 to grade 2.
Kate sat brooding on the porch.
It was not her usual put forth.
Her thought was always of growth.
At the moment her look was towards north.
Kate was moved to the most.
Her mind was totally lost.
Her thoughts were in a deep frost.
She sat silent like a ghost.
It is an obsession that has seized her.
Perhaps a setback that has defaced her.
Fatigue has overtaken her.
She looked haunted more so ever.
She has to take the thought out of mind.
She has to keep the discomfiture in the hind.
Nevertheless it is a mind-blowing bind.
The moment she forgets she would clinch a find.
Kate seemed to see reason behind it.
She resolved to push the struggle to the down pit.
Now she would certainly clinch it.
Has become a status quo,
This obsession reigns supreme.
The serious thought about health,
Has assumed a fiasco,
The deliberation extends to extreme.
Many sources lead to quick deposits,
Many tests direct to fast diagnosis ,
Many temptations look like hypnosis,
Many attempts prove to be a synopsis.,
Many strive to reach the highest axis,
Finally fall asunder in a crisis.
The rave for accumulation breezes up,
The desire to fitness fleeces up,
These circumspection cruise up,
The anticipation for the denouement mounts up,
The fever and fret bring in emotions pent-up.,
Lo!the release behests a tormenting squeeze up.