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A Passion On The Fore.


garland of deep rose.Passion takes the front seat with much pride.

Making all others slide back in a hide.

It tries to embrace all the sides

while standing up like a guide.

It forces one to strictly abide

by releasing an emotional  tide.

The writing patch renders a lovely glide

allowing a smooth ride.

 

The wordy expressions give a beautiful  insight

by decking the experiences into a garland  bright.

The  narrations  are sometimes light.

The explanations  most times reach a height.

The descriptions open out a picturesque sight.

The authenticity is never a question right.

The imagination ascends above in the wings of flight.

On the whole writing is a passion not to be taken slight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Passion On The Go.


passionIt is a deep  passion.

It resembles a recreation.

It creates a distraction.

It releases delicate emotions.

 

Impatiently the soberity arrives.

Delivering  pleasurable tries.

 

Dispassionate it might appear.

Disproportionate it  might send  fear.

Disaster  it  might lay bare.

Digression it might take care.

 

Writing  has become a passion.

 Know not for what reason.

Writing has become a fusion.

Embracing all times and seasons.

 

A few lines a day gives an impetus.

Thoughts lead to words in full tempest.

Words move towards expressions  in haste.

Expressions  give birth to creation in taste.

 

That is how the work of art attains its finality

Allowing the audience to a revel in gravity.

Succumbing to the beauty  in totality.

Cherishing the masterpiece of creativity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Spin A Yarn


Bales of cotton are opened up ,

The Blow room is set to gulp,

The cotton is beaten into a lap

Which roll out in a snap.

 

The lap is fed into carding,

Where they undergo a cleaning,

The sliver is sent to the draw frame,

Which recovers the fibre from blame.

 

The simplex machine contributes the hank ,

The spinning frames  commit the quality  rank,

Where the fibre is  spun  without blemish

And wound up as yarn in the premise.

 

Having been literally into spinning for three decades

Now out of it to a laid back upgrades,

To  a metaphorical spinning yarn  into threads,

Empowering  words and thoughts  to a fine  read.

 

Relinquishing physically to a state of rest,

The tiring schedules  that end up in extensive tests,

Expelling the  synergy out of the league,

The exhaustive exertions led to a  mental fatigue

 

 

The unknowing  entry into the world of writing,

Is a deep ,profound  passion of a long-standing,

Keeps  the physique in a fit selection’

Gives  the mind the much-needed relaxation.

 

The self is at constant work formulating idealism

Thoughts born  take the shape of  impressionism,

Words weave them into  a  format of narration,

The presentation commends a   tumultuous ovation.

 

 

The price of telling tales day in day out  is almost nil,

The monetary  portion needed for the work out  is of no fill,

The prize  of spinning words is a  winning laurel,

The accumulation of assets in abstract terms is one of plurals.









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A Passion


Writing is my passion,

It calls for distinction,

As it is a creation,

With exact narration,

Linking with  reason,

Smothered with  imagination,

Believed to be a translation,

Of the mind’s explanation,

Described as an expression,

Of the heart’s emotion,

Enraptured in a navigation,

Of losing  one’s identification,

Sailing in a deemed premonition,

Of grand splendid celebration

Spurring an exuberance of reverberation,

That of spontaneous  revelation,

Of rejoice and exhilaration




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Impressive Solitude.


Living in an island,

 Blue ocean   shining, 

Tidal waves  rattling,

Little fish tossing,

A sullen solitude.

 

 

 

Living on a hill,

Dense  forest  amazing,

Huge trees sheltering,

Cute birds twittering,

Serene solitude.

 

 

 

Living  in a village,

Small  rivulets  flowing,

Simple houses rowing,

Modest folks  gossiping,

Distinct solitude.

 

 

Living in a city,

Polluted rivers  meandering,

Guady dwellings  sequencing,

Snobbish  talking,

Ghastly solitude.