The storm strikes
with the most irregular beat
a harsh treat.
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That Being A Strange Land.
That being 
a strange land
where there are many bands
with people of varied culture
having distinctive features
speak not one but seven hundred tongue
they be the languages in a flung
customs almost same in respects
perceptions differ in aspects
unity is seldom found
the island reverberates with the sound
a fight here and quarrel there
marks with an evil stare
dislodge the one from his post
push him to the end of the coast
has been the way of the islanders
as such no progress is seen in a stretch
a reprimand and discipline could wrench
the people from their quench
being a thirst of greed and deceit.
The fallacy around
keeps us in-bound
bear it with a frown.
The society dictates
it also initiates
try not to deviate.
The community fetters
it might also shatter
hope it is not a threat.
The relationship quips
it would also peep
let not it limp.
The world laughs with a tease
likely to guffaw with an ease
certainly not a 
please.
That way the man has to live
with a strange believe
Is it for a relieve?
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Misconstrued
My attempts get misconstrued
done with a whole heart
they go with a smile without intrude
as they fly with a positive start
they describe a long face and displeasure
if they meet with a rejection and a dislike.
Causes entertain fissures unseen
a break or a snap would possibly strike
acceptance with equanimity is never seen
instead, accusations rise to the top
I blink and look around for support
knowing never will I be backed up
it is not once or twice I go through this report
many a time I have experienced this back out
yet I extend my service to all throughout.
it is been long ago
at a time when I was little
when people did not talk about ego
strong they were not brittle
Self-contained they were
ambitious to a degree normal
took very great care
remained friendly and formal
could find no vanity
not even a slight trace
held them in a way dainty
gossiped they with no chase
spoke not ill of others
genial and cordial to all
moved like own brothers
responded to each other’s call
they were angels in human form
always gentle and calm 
I sit with no thoughts
this happens by all sorts
a vacuum in the mind
nothing in a kind 
I search all the way
nothing strikes me today
I see around me
nothing to hold me in glee
I espy with an emptiness
unable to detect any sense
I sit there for long
away from the throng
with eyes wide open
focused, not on any token
that way I go into myself
hop and jump like an elf
not in the real front
but in my mental affront.
The craving as it is
anything sugary in a wish
one of taste mostly
and of words certainly
call me at times needed
the pastries sugar coated
delights one and all in total
lip-smacking they are
most savoury they are
gives a quaint feel in all
as the lips touch each other
the longing concludes as ever
with a joy and favour .
The accounts of words pleasant
emanate a sense credibly decent
as they flow with an ease
not indicative of a tease
coax and cajole with a touch
release a relax as such
kindles the spirit with grace
inspires the mind with a blaze
the value of sugar is immense
the white granules make one tense
say many with a proof of pressure variance
anything taken in a measure lends radiance
that go with the sugar too in all sequence.
the good is easy
the bad is uneasy
life contains both
essential to growth
as good grows
they come in rows
bad waters down
they commit a frown
except, not the best always
there is a case
where the good suffers
the bad prospers
this could be not real
it is only a trial
the finality differs
the good is preferred
picks up the colour rose
the bad loses its hue
turns pale and leaves no clue
good achieves greatness late
bad grabs fame not late
a sermon this would seem
I do it with a beam
as I undergo such ordeal
never snatched a good deal
never claimed a bad one too
wait I eagerly for a cherish.
The emotion invariably rules us
be that of love and romance in plus
if the insinuations stand the test of time
the capabilities are adjudged as true
the transitory could be an infatuation.
Romance is abstract
as that of pain and joy in track
the body experiences these
while the mind undergoes a cease
there blossoms an exalted fervour.
Romance is a flirt
the immediate draw is a divert
fundamentally on features physical
could evolve a reaction chemical
could relate to trends diabolical.
Romance is an exhilaration
could be out of devotion or dedication
piety in a way is a romance
ethereal love is also a romance
these range in a region sublime.
I wrote a poem very simple
about the revenue and its source
could, not a cause a ripple
it turned an unexpected resource
mayhem broke loose extensively
words flew in a rage intensely
a note of genuine appreciation
brought in uncalled depreciation
one not able to accept another’s prowess
cried foul with venom in excess
unwanted remarks came from the one
who fumed and frothed in tons
I stood aghast for a while
well, that is not my style
put an end to this ugly controversy
warned her of the consequence
declared my objection in a sense
hope it would put an end to the debate
otherwise, I should demand a rebate.
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