Tag: Poem

The Strife

Post author By meenas17
Post date June 1, 2013
1 Comment on The Strife

A woman in her mid forties
was getting back to her country.
had no experience in air travel
came to me for help in finding the gates
and fulfilling the other formalities
She took to me well and came with me
She taking me as a sister
came out with her story bitter.
full of pain and tough experience.
Listening to her I got moved and tense.
She had lost her husband early in life
and with literally no money in hand underwent a strife
in bringing up and educating her sons
They are in their high school now
She is repatriating to the country of her birth.
Having completed her formalities in a dearth
and spent a reasonable amount in the procedure
anticipating a quick acceptance in a short tenure
My heart went out to her all the more
wishing her all the best in the fore
I bade her farewell as we reached our destination.
The world abounds with people of needs
who sustain and survive with minced feeds.

Tags Air, Poem, strife, Travel., woman.

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Verbal Jaunt.

A day without writing has made me dull.
Cobwebs creep in with a velocity
and lethargy sets in with a tenacity
I go without writing not for want of subjects
but to may frequent travelling prospects.
A month here and a month there of living
has robbed my enthusiasm to a temporary stifling
But remaining without writing has made me sad
if this goes on to days I would become mad
So started of my verbal jaunt. once again
for otherwise my stance would be under strain.

Tags Life, play, Poem, verbal

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Sad Very Sad.

The evening was pleasant
with cool breeze flowing
wanted to sit out in a distant
and enjoy the coolness exciting
but in this area this is impossible
as there are continuous burglaries
to keep safe we have to lock reasonable
and sit inside thinking of the vagaries.
What a world it is ? one ponders
as not to enjoy nature’s endowment
but to see the beauty from yonder.
It is but a sad denouement.

Tags burglary, Poem, Sad

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A Piece of My Mind.

To get over a crisis
or for that matter an up rise
more than that a difference
that relates to a reference
of a blow up
and a blow over
is to sit idle
like a puddle
without bothering
and without thinking
does not mean an overlooking
but a temporary holding
for a shot while
then revisiting in a style
would bring out a resolution
in a gainful notation.
Try this idea once
then you would thank me not once
but forever.
With Cheers.

Tags advice., crisis, Poem, Rise, up

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Beating Around.

Beating around the bush all the time
the sparrow was making merry of its time
neither finding food for its little ones
nor fending for itself in the run.

Tweeting and chirping all around
playing and hopping in the round
forgetting the little ones in the nest
the sparrow was enjoying at the best.

The little ones squeaked from the tree
being hungry and wanting to be fed free
They called for their mother all in one voice
the mother was running about with a choice.

The poor little sparrows cried and cried
Not getting any response could not abide
so tried to fly from the nest in tricky hops
Lo! they failed miserably falling as drops.

The task of coming direct to the point
should be the motivation of all in a joint.
Getting straight at anything is the best
as it is a resolution faring well when put to test.

Tags around., beating, Poem

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The Heart in Her.

Learning everything by heart
she went to the exam with a whole heart.
As she entered the hall she felt a fear in her heart
But she had to sit for the exam poor heart.
She saw the question paper and her heart sank
as she had forgotten totally all in a blank.
She wrote nothing to be frank
and came out crying with a dying heart.

Tags heart, Poem, rote

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The Most Beautiful

Pretty ,they say she is.
Dainty and beautiful they call her.
Lovely and charming go their address
Everything is in the superlative.
She is the best and best of all
they continue their harangue.
They go about hailing her physique
and appearance in great terms
but a little away from it
there is no talk about her brains.
Does she have or doesn’t she ?
Perhaps it is beauty that overlaps her wit.
It might also as most say be
where beauty lies
brilliance walks out.

Tags beautiful, brains., Poem

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Setting A Poem To Music

Setting a poem to musical tune is difficile.
Yet a poem was set to a fill
where the charm of it was enhanced to a greatness still
as it got lulled by the melodious frill.

Being rhythmical the poem stood high
with the rhymes and tones in the drive
it read like a singing thrive
falling at the same time into the schematic hive.

The notations extended a lovely trace.
with the Soprano alto and tenor base in the race.
The poem in song made the poet gaze
as the enthralling melody was one of utmost grace

Tags enhances, excites., Music, Poem

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The Memories.

Memories get ahead with the time.
They get into the oblivion in no time.
Till some do live in the mind
finding hard to get them out of the mind.

The lurking memories are somewhat pleasant
giving us a rush back decent.
Certain others deal with pain
as they harp on issues in strain.

These memories keep us alive
else we would be phantoms of believe
walking like ghosts in the world
with nothing to hold.

The thoughts of the past
send us a revival in a cast
gathering the events won the spot
enacting them on the mind slot.

Well, if memory fails all of a sudden
turning us into vegetables making us a burden
With that we have to live knowing nothing
and passing on soon into infinity as all other things.

Tags burden, Memory, Pleasant, Poem

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Flow And Flaw

Flows and flaws get on in a vigour
as the flow dashes against the rocks in rigour
the flaws create a havoc in a trigger
making the impact bigger and bigger
releasing an impendium of danger.