It was a hectic day.
Cleaning and winding up
the household for a break.
Instructing the staff
to take care
of the house
and the garden.
The monsoon has failed.
The heat is unbearable.
The plants droop .
The flowers bloom
not wholesome
but partial and then dry up.
It looks as though
the plants are crying
My home town looks
like a desert.
To keep the garden alive
have to buy water
which is turning expensive
as the demand rises.
Such failures do happen
once in five years
putting the people
to hardship and fear.
The government
p*ss a silent spectator.
Tag: Poem
Restoring old things is the typical go.
Creativity and originality should contribute to the flow.
Mending and refurbishing it to the erstwhile glow
should be the motto.
Things could be restored to norm
careful execution would prevent any harm..
Skilful craftmanship would bring the charm.
The design should be an adorn.
Looks nowadays could regain grace.
Techniques one by one add up to the race.
Wrinkles and lines that mar the face
are removed with laser base.
As all things get a face lift
relationship does not enjoy this gift
as once broken link refuses to benefit
from these regaining titbits.
Born as prince
made billions by unjust means.
kicked overnight,
Sold learning
His price was highly exorbitant .
Stripped of position.
Why be greedy?
Facing ignominy over a tumble.
knocked down miserably
Like to sleep all day long.
Eating nothing, drinking nothing
just lying down all day long.
Talking nothing thinking nothing
just closing the eyes all day long.
Going nowhere, getting nowhere
just relaxing all day long.
Meeting none, mingling with none
just down flat on bed all day long.
Would it take place? Would it happen?
just sleeping all day long.
Setting out aimlessly in the street.
saw a man roaming like me.
He was a little over ninety
and was talking and laughing
not with others but to himself.
Stopped a while to listen to him.
seeing that he had an audience in me
started his address gleefully.
“In the year 1920 there was a drought
followed by a famine and people died.”
Saying so he started crying miserably.
Unable to console him and feeling bad terribly
returned home with a heavy heart
The picture of the crying man
kept coming now and then from that day.
Love has been sung from years unknown.
Praising love when success becomes known,
condoning amour when failure comes unknown.
Love, from the days of Adam and Eve, is blown
out of proportion for reasons best known
Poesy takes off with the love theme
appreciated by all with a beam.
The amiability finds a gleam
when love strategically forms a team
of man and woman like a dream.
Sensual love incites a romantic passion.
It initiates a dying anticipation
hurting if there arises a separation.
The pain becomes unbearable causing an insinuation
that even leads to a suicidal instigations.
Love unfolds a deviation from passion likely
creating a reference to other forms lively
activating a concept of filial love vividly
patronising the motherly love vivaciously
showing a patriotic love enthusiastically
Ecstasy is an exhilaration
away from logical reason
far away from experiences common.
If ecstasy alone goes to make poetry
the poem would be an offing of incredibility
bordering on surrealism undoubtedly.
Poetry is emotion and feeling spontaneous
that had undergone a cycling rigorous
expressed with tune and tone delicious..
Happenings presented in a plain current
are prosaic and dull exposing a brunt
being a matter of fact without any adherent.
Incidents sung with little add ups
of colour and rhyme to top up
go to make up poetry in a gallop.
That which is mundane
could be made poetically sane
with rhythm in the refrain.
As poetry is the song of the heart
ecstasy and mundane set about
keying in an imaginative support.
The symptoms of infection
tell us their status
where do they stand
what are they up to.
neglecting them would
direct to immeasurable problems
unmanageable and unrectifiable.
Like wise signs of deficit
come up in life as on and now
with many faults and defaults
managing them timely
would bear fruitful results
setting them aside
would bring hardships.
unheard and unbelievable.
It is time that takes
the priority and primary
spot in every venture.
The falsities in life are many
To quote a few in the lighter vein
I need the permission of those
who go with it out of necessity
and others who go for it for cosmetic
I also take part with them
to camouflage the original with a fake
an order to look bright and young
with lovely teeth,glossy black hair.
satin glow skin,startling figure
and shining smile with pearl white teeth.
They are consolations for those who have lost
and an added charm for those who need an enhancement.
Falsities outward are harmless and permissible
but catch ups of fraud in the mind are cantankerous
and spiteful endangering the species and the world.
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Expecting lot of fun and frolic
the children went with great rejoice
There was a large gathering
all in a lovely clothing.
Girls in pink and ladies in red
who had assembled took the lead.
Boys in blue and men in white
followed them throwing a lovely sight.
A delicious dinner was awaiting
while the fragrance was enticing.
The party began with the speech
soliciting all with a reach,
Other speakers spoke in length
of the host’s positive strength.
The audience wriggled in stiff bore
as the address went beyond yore.
The children were nodding their heads
as sleep coaxed them to go to bed.
The adults lost interest in the stuff
as it was almost a bluff.
Restless there was a move
with the guests.walking out in rows
The speakers continued their address
unmindful of the obvious redress.
The dinner turned cold and insipid
as the hours waiting for none passed rapid.
The clock struck twelve in the night
and the dinner laid grand was left without a bite,
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