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The Philosophy


It is a philosophy

not an atrophy

but a win-win trophy

ideas being lofty

thoughts bear a hefty

there is nifty

as well as thrifty

could trace a frugality

and a  clarity

though they are a reality

they show a tranquility

with a sense of stability

found  with a lot of equanimities

could this be the great philosophy?philosophy

Take It Easy.


The take it easy policy gets us going.

Taking everything to heart is disturbing.

Ignoring the not so important

and taking into consideration

the valid disputes  make the point

saving lot of time and expenses

as otherwise would go in to form a  major

controversial hearing all through

creating  a desperate  despondency

and an unfathomable  insurgency

leading to a strained take it easydebate

and a frantic dealing.

 

 

 

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Worship the Lord


worshipWorship is voluntary or involuntary.
A curious thought sets in involuntarily.
Reverence is the basis for worship truly.
Fear is a part of the fundamental undoubtedly.

Worshipping God has become a ritual.
Praying has turned to be beneficial.
Pleading for mercy is sacramental
Worship includes a ceremony artificial.

Worshipping Man has taken lively coordination.
Going after the wealthy is a fashionable attraction.
Running behind the powerful is a feverish aspiration.
Hero worshipping comprises a scenario of destruction.

Respect should come naturally from within.
Force should not surface across the skin.
Nor tear it with an incisive spin.
Worship leaves a volume of actions to begin.

Pilgrimage to holy places is one of the ways.
Offerings to God is another way.
Conducting ceremonies is an expensive way.
Appeasing God has become everyone’s way.

Fear of the future wields a sway grave
Finance assumes a close shave.
Illness consumes the heart of the brave.
Driving every other to a tumultuous rave.

Resorting to worship is the easiest design.
Diamonds,gold silver add to the shine.
People flock to the shrine.
Hoping to convert their suffering to gain.

Worshipping in itself is divine.
If it for a cause it is but vain.
It is truth that holds the reign.
Eventually truth would always remain.

The Kite’s Flight- Allegory


It was a high-flying kite.

It glimmered in the sun-bright.

Carrying the colours red, blue and white,

It rose up and up to great heights.

 

The children cried in delight.

They were thrilled at the sight.

The kite  enacted a great fight.

It rose up and up to great heights.

 

The cord that held it extended right.

It, in its elongation, got tight.

The kite faltered in its flight.

Yet, it rose up an up to great heights.

 

The cord knotted itself in a bite.

The knots closed up to a strangling plight.

The kite made a descent slight.

Alas! it fell down and down from great heights.

Man’s ascent has a tremendous insight.

He muscles and manipulates to reach atop alright.

His movement  gets mulled at a point outright.

He tumbles down  to the ground  like the falling kite.

 

Bill in a Song


Have you seen a man with a jabbering tongue?

Nay, you have not seen him so long,

Well,I would give a wordy glimpse of him in my song.

 

Call him what you will,

I prefer to name him Bill,

As it is easy to fill

 

Bill, talks incessantly in bits and pieces,

I prefer to term it broken releases,

As  in them expression ceases.

 

Bill speaks about God and philosophy

I prefer to dub it as a torturing apostrophe,

As they tend to initiate a brain  catastrophe.

 

Bill rallies about sports too,

I prefer to seal it as a bore too,

As it carries no activity too.

 

Bill  rakes slanders often,

I prefer to check it in tens,

As it spreads ignominy in ton.

 

Bill is  nosy about his kith and kin,

I prefer to draft him as an empty din.

As his prying could  be thrown into a trash bin. 

 

Lastly, Bill forgets about himself,

I prefer to attribute it to his bare upper shelf,

As he appears like a spineless  man to myself.

On the Run


The days of youth are fun,

As we are always in the run,

Once we are up on a tree,

We sing aloud in a total free.

 

The days of adulthood are little less fun,

As  we have to move about in a slower run,

Once we are in the mid tree,

 We deliberate on things not totally free.

 

The days of mid age are least fun,

As we have to check out our run,

Once  we are on the lower tree,

 We  work on  the responsibilities almost unfree.

 

The days of old age are never a fun,

As we  have to stop our run,

Once we are beneath the tree,

 We count the days when we would be set free.

 

 

 

 

Into The Beyond


The peep into the beyond,

 Is  a  distinct seeking,

Which is really cracking,

Which is truly unnerving,

But mostly ruminating.

  

A sail into the far off, 

Is a search daring  ,

That is mainly rocking,

That is merely entwining,

But wholly  navigating.

 

 

A flight over the high sky,

 Is a  venture  exciting,

Which is firmly  tiring.

Which is closely eluding,

But reliably introspective.

 

 So  a peep into the beyond,

 Also a sail into the  far off,

More so a  flight over the high sky,

 Ever so  an invincible  try,

Always is an enigmatic round off.