Tag: Poem

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Solace Be Yours

A solace is found

not in the lap of luxury

not in the wealth of currency

never in the volume of power.

A solace is seen

invariably in the realms of truth

invisibly in the regions of mercy

independently in the reigns of the mind.

A solace being not merely

a temporary rejuvenation

a lively at the moment interpretation

a simple adjusting equation..

A solace for all matter

becomes an embodiment of ease and consolation

an exaltation of resignation and contentment

an empowerment of the mind’s competence.

Tags contentment, currency, luxury, Poem, Resignation, Solace

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Poetic Fancy

The words come up in closed circuit

giving them a charged wit

as they come one by one

they brighten up the writer

making him work wonders

his thoughts queue up

as they get clothed one by one

they dress up beautifully

lining up before the craftsman

exhibiting a dainty pattern

that meets the eye

and lifts the heart.

Tags circuit., fancy, Poem, words.

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Dark be his mind
as he does not find
anything in a bind
going by his way
all through the day
hearing not anyone’s say
thinks of evil design
that expresses things not benign
well that is what he deigns
causing a misery
plundering the treasury
escaping through the estuary
this man is dark all through
and makes everyone to rue
as he disappears in a swift flew.

Tags evil dark, Poem

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Move Being There

The wheels move

the legs move

the economy moves

the music moves

there be a move all over.

The movement being so imminent

with not that the world

comes to an end and a shalt

full stopping the eternity.

The top gear in the move

being an inclination

going with a determination

for a progress prospective.

the gear being set

goes the move in acceleration

there be a break

then the setting collapses

That being the motion

the roll and scroll catch the flow

aspiring to become the top

ascribing a definite shot.

The ball in motion

meanders through all proportions

flying to the pinnacle

reaching the culmination.

The wheels move

the legs move

the economy moves

the music moves

there ba move all over.

Tags ball, Economy, move, Music, Poem, roll, wheel

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The Lady Over There

The age has withered her great
With deep-set eyes
and discoloured cheeks
she looks like an age-old fable
going by her instinct
she spreads radiance
as her self contains a lot of reference
that open out without any interruptions
she coming forth with her experiences
emphasizing on the good
passing lightly over the bad
she being a treasure-house
who makes life interesting
as she plays a role
that of a good angel all around
making people happy in the round.

Tags Lady, Poem, sense.

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Musical Conjunctions.

Great be the diversity

with languages and dialects

being distinctive and different

discriminating the vernacular

there rises up a sequence spectacular

a deviation in a direction

that brings in a uniformity

where men throng in unity

that be to a popular junction

where there be musical conjunction

be it western or eastern classical

whether it be light music or rock typical

there is seen a unanimous appreciation

being that very well that music is a wonderful application

attracting to its centre the loveliest and greatest.

Tags conjunction, diversity, Music, Poem, uniformity

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The Fancies Of Each

Fancies hold us much and great

let them be imagination in a rate

‘ let them be poetic in subjectiveness

let them be music in objectiveness

they bind us to an extent all the way

that we get swayed away

losing our self in their exuberance

forgetting that is around in relevance

immersing the self in those fancies

forgetting ourselves in their nuances

not remembering our duties at all

becoming one with them in all

such be the role of fanciful inclinations

and that being the distinction

that makes one excel in his pursuits

claim fame in his fancies and conduits

be that a gift unknowing and blessed

allowing one to stand out from the crowd.

Tags fancy, Music, Poem, Poetry

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The world Of Greed

In the world of greed
there is no breed
or ain’t be no creed
that speaks of good read
boasts of taking a lead
be it in any feed
goes down in the deed
not fulfilling anything with the seed
but making it to terribly bleed
extinguishing it as it is not in need
down the drain it goes without any heed
and that be the end of all greed.

Tags greed, Poem, World

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Grace be With You

Grace be with you
called a voice
startled by the call
rushed to see
who it would be?

Seeing none out there
turned back with a fear
as none would call out so loud
crossed the door with a thought
heavy and full of despair .

There again called the voice
Grace be with you
holding the heart
that jumped out
I moved forward.

Seeing none again there
closed the door firmly
wishing not to hear once more
but the voice again rose up
with the Grace be with you.

I sat tightly on my chair
feeling that this is but a mischief
played well by my grandson
who thinks I am his playmate
wanting to make a fool out of me.