Write your accounts they say
it is a typical way
a record of what you spend
a very good method to depend on
all that is well in spirit
really it gives no respite
a day you forget to write
your conscience kills you not slight
not only, you fear yourself
also, you are scary of the other self
might be your husband at home
who questions you and diffuse your calm
may be your senior in workplace
who makes you feel out of place
Well, this record of what you do
the expenses at home would be few
you know what to buy and what not
there need not be any other way out
writing what you spend and tallying it
time consuming and unnecessary in a bit
the span of life being short
with the survival being fought
an accounting for business is a fit.
but for the house it is unfit
this be my opinion very clear
you may not like it my dear.
Tag: Poem
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t is a clamber
also a glamour
a public position
with high disposition
having a control
always on the whole
that of power
with the eye on a tower
and of monetary
an access to the treasury
matters not the slot
be it small or big in thought
the commanding post holds merit
adds to their net worth and credit
become a billionaire in no time
make millions with a dime.
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The Colours Play
A grocer has colours too
a greengrocer is one
so do the smiths
the blacksmith
and the goldsmith
goes on colours in names too
there are Whites, Blacks
and Greens, Violet
and Rose in a pictorial hue
no semblance to the people
no connection to their names
the colours go into the stream
seamless is their intervention
subtle is their connotation
lovely they are in 
an apparent jurisdiction.
A child hungrily sucks the breast
the mother holds him in a fond rest
a beautiful sight to view
the child has no clue
hunger is his only thought
other than else no other slot
the mother’s blood turns into milk
the child finishes his feed with a lick
the milk being a life-giving nectar
complements and supplements all sectors
it is a boon to both the giver and the receiver
like mercy it is twice blest
blesses the one that gives
and the one that takes
with the mother having gained benefits
the child nevertheless faces no deficit
they present a picture of bliss and grace
nothing to do with scorn even 
in a trace.
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The Theory Of Possibility
A drizzle in drips
held me in a grip
mind you the flower like
captivated an iron like
that too happens in a jolt
unexpected comes from the bolt
the petite girl pretty and mild
win over the man huge and wild
the heart firm and resolute
extends compassion absolute
the theory of possibility as seen
seems not very keen
fumbles with a slip and fall
differs from the writing on the wall.
Looking at the blue waters
I sit there for an hour and quarter
my thoughts wander
as I gaze with wonder
at the waves that come up in a tide
a close kiss on my feet beside
then turn back in a hurry
they go up and down without worry
a fine rhythmic manoeuvre
in a sequential grandeur
amazed I look at the blue waters for long
a thematic presentation in a melodious song
depicting the ebb and flow as a movement of fun
more so as a phenomenon very simple and common
the sequence of life validated through high and low
the method of living explained in moves slow.
Birth be there
to wedded persons
a child.
Birth be there
to living together couple
a child.
Birth be there
by illicit relations
a child.
Birth be there
through estranged
a child.
For no fault on its own
goes through 
life in pride or humility
the child
It is weird
absolutely weird
a man well reared
having a beard
sneered
with contempt
made an attempt
and tried to pre-empt
dumped
his possessions
with an assumption
they have a valuation
illusion
that is how it turned
lay there spurned
finally got burnt
a stunt.
It is a wedding
where two people unite
take the vow of marriage
well, at a reasonable age
arranged as in India
love as in other parts
the occasion is historic
not to all but to the family
then why such a noise?
why such an ostentation?
why such an expenditure?
above all why such a fuss?
I sit behind and ponder
many think I am foolish
term me as an eccentric
call me a crack
Am I any of the one?
Oh! gracious, let me know.
December reigns supreme
always looks like a dream
with snow all over like a cream
taking a shape of a lovely beam
high and low in a deem
with a freeze in the stream
it’s a glittering gleam
like a white angel in a redeem
being 
a loveliness all out there in a seam.
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