Tag: Poem

All Around

The years have gone by
with the tears flowing down
nothing is moving up
there being a stagnancy all around.

The days going in the right
with the acts turning left
nothing is progressing straight
there being a halt all around.

The hours are going west
with the sun rising east
nothing is promising north or south
there being a stop all around.

The rays are falling vertical
with the shadow showing horizontal
nothing there could be broad or narrow
there being no move all around.

As there be a stoppage in the light
with the natural darkness in the night
nothing there could be in the life
there being no proportion seen all around.

Tags days, horizontal, left, nothing, Poem, right, Shadow, Sun, vertical

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Stanzas Irregular.

A wonder yonder

keeping one asunder

restricting the mind’s wander

away very much from the plunder .

There goes the gander

moving with a tender

with the gaiety in render

delighting the vendor.

There flies a slander

baseless but larger

provoking anger

ignited with a fervour.

There be a warrior

known for his valour

with his armour

marching over.

There runs a rumour

about a lady in glamour

who is a paramour

possessing a distinct flavour.

These are stanzas irregular

about the topics regular

told not in a blabber

but with a pinch of humour.

Tags Humour, irregular, Poem, regular., stanza

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The Man Yells.

He is in delirium

with the high feverishness

might be out of a tedium

also be of an awareness.

He who has not been doing well

lately in business and relations

with hs fortunes pulling into a shell

his mind being tormented with affectations.

Knowing that men howl

when they face any onslaught

be that of failure in all

that could not be fought .

He being not the one great

subjected he be to decisions

which make him wriggle in a rate

leading him to manifold aberration

One such being anger extreme

shouting and yelling during crisis

with shattering of all his dreams

he sinks into a depression in an axis.

Recovery would be slow

as he has to train up his mind

with his pockets wholly hollow

he is seeking a new find.

Tags failure, Poem, shout, tedium, yell

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The Girl Hiding Behind The Mother

Post author By meenas17
Post date March 1, 2014
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Hiding behind her mother

the little girl peeped out

while coming out now and then

winked at me for sure.

Her mother was talking to me serious

I could not cope with her sobriety

my eyes were on the little one

longing to have a glimpse now and then.

As she winked in the intervals

I winked back wiith a grin

she giggled and hid behind

the scene went on for long.

The mother not knowing what was happening

went along with her narration

hoping that i would listen

did not stop in between.

With my attention on the girl

heard nothing of her mother’s tale

when the mother completed her story

I was nowhere in the midst.

The mother asked me few questions

trusting I would give an answer

I, knowing not what was told

blinked and mumbled something.

The mother got offended

walked away dragging the little one

the girl turned and gave another wink

winking back I sat satisfied.

Tags giggle, girl, grin, Love, mother, narrate, Poem, smile, tale, wink

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An Irrelevant Man

A man out there
with a sonorous voice
cries foul awful with a glare
revelling in immense rejoice.

He alleges and accuses
what not and what for
tracing faults in every cause
assuring a progress not far.

He bursts out with a craze
over simple things all the more
his eyes are on a chase
knocking everything with a roar.

Never once he speaks less nor low
always on the top and high
taking the upper hand not in the go
but demanding all in a buy.

That be him in all relevance
aligning with him is not worthy
going with him is always a nuisance
as he is up with a game dirty.

Tags accuse, alleges, far, Man, nuisance, Poem, shout

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The Culmination Of Attitudes

Post author By meenas17
Post date March 1, 2014
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Every day is new

with the morn you are born

with the night you sleep

that be not eternal

The days are special for their goodness

each one having an attribution

that be of birthdays, anniversaries

independence and valentine.

The assumption that these days

carry an influence and joy

takes the cue wrong

being a belief not strong.

Could not all days be a celebration?

radiating mirth and joy

ruminating with kindness and love

sounds a tall claim anyhow.

All days propose a task

the completion releases an achievement

the attainment ushers a salvation

ending up in a culmination of attitudes

Tags anew., anniversaries., attitude., birthdays, born., culmination, Day, independence., Poem, valentine

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Watering the plants
seems to be a paramount issue
what not one could do
when the mighty are talking of philanthropy
the lesser ones speak of charity
the watering of plants is quite ordinary
which compels you to grumble

A man I have seen not
making big of the small
talking the worst in the best
doing the bad at times of good
a symbol of perversion you are
an embodiment of wretchedness
there one feels a distaste all the more.

The thought of the plants
bring joy to all in general
while for you they are an eye sore
and watering them is a great task.
never known such a man
as all in my life the most
a crooked heartless man you look.

Tags heartless, Man, paramount., plants, Poem, watering, wretched

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The Evening Drive,

Going out in the evening

looking at the shops big and small

glorified with lights colourful

found also over the tress on the roads

blue ,pink and white lights flicker

with the neon lights on the pavements

and the sodium vaporised lights shining bright

the darkness of the night dispelled

being eliminated by illumination

the moon over the skies

shining demurely and peevishly

feeling shy of the earthly lights

while the stars refuse to come out

afraid of the twinkling lights far below

the man-made fusions succeed so well

that they pose a threat to the constellation

leaving the firmament bare and dark

the artificial overpowering the natural as ever

that which is new would seem better

the old losing its gleam in the endeavour

thus goes the evening drive across the city.

Tags afraid, constellation, drive, light, moon, neon, Poem, scared, shy, sodium vaporised, stars

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The Lure Of The Mountains

There be a great mountain

far away and high

towering over the plains

majestic and great.

The mountain is not bewitching as all

splendid it appears in form

amazing it looks in its calm

nothing ostentatious around.

The trees growing high and green

the vegetation expressing a charm

there could find no deviation other

being composed and dignified.

The exhibitory nature there be none

being a proposition of command

striking and stretching in its lure

delivering a scenery of allure.

The massive structure creates an awe

that one of an inspiring dedication.

Great be its composure and fixation.

greatest being its simplicity and depth.

The lovely slopes with grass all over.

The peak seemingly near to the sky

lifts the being to heights definite

leading all to the path of eternity.

Tags command, grand., majestic, mountains, Poem, soul -stirring

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The Distribution

Eating the cream
leaving the crust
has been his way.

Eating everything
leaving nothing
has been another’s way.

Eating nothing
not even something
has been yet another’s way.

There goes the equation
with a distribution
rightful or not rightful.

That is the way of life
while one strives
the other sleeps.

That be always
a great delight in ways
nothing to chase

That be most
a burden utmost
initiating a force.