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Writing on the Wall


Forests are thick and dense,

With wild animals  treading  hence,

Lions , tigers ,wolves , bears roam,

Over the ground marshy and loam,

It is dangerous to go alone,

Is the writing on the wall’s tone.


Land is large and extensive,

With people wicked and oppressive,

Frauds, villains treacherous,deceits loiter,

Creating a terrible disaster,

It is a diligence to move  about,

It is the writing on the wall’s shout.


Economy is caught in the midst of  turbulence

With the currencies depleting in value  of  reference,

Manipulation, greed, misappropriation, cheat are agog,

Implicating a pleading insight to  an economic fog,

It is a deliberation to  business,

It is the writing on wall’s resonance.


Glancing on all potential cautions,

The desire to live becomes a notion,

Reflecting on the  goals of future,

Life has to go on with a closeted nurture,

Intimidating is the clairvoyant call,

Which is the writing on the wall. 


 

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Child Like


Witness to children’s quarrel,

Saw them roll like a barrel,

Heard them shout  and cry,

For no reason why?

Pulling each others ‘hair,

Screwing one another’s’ ear

Bashing,slapping and hitting ,

It is nothing but violence.  


A few hours later,

Saw them in a close quarter,

Playing merrily in the garden,

Jumping across the fence laden,

With closed bars of iron,

Hugging each other with love,

Holding hands as friends,

Smiling ,joking and cheering,

It is nothing but affection.


I was a witness to that,

I am a witness to this,

 I know not what it is all about?

I assume it is child like.

Yes, Children teach us,

To be simple and true.




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An Ode to Cough


The mercury is rising high day by day,

Humidity sets in with  great sigh,

Alas!air cons and fans struggle to cool the sphere,

Brought in by torrid warmth all through the rear.


Perspiration kindles a discomfort in bounds,

The body gets sweltered by the fiery hounds,

An unusual breathing stifles the heart,

As the phlegm in the lungs strikes an onslaught.


The persistent cough comes in quick succession,

With a bow-wow bronchitis eruptions,

The phlegm rolls up the throat  like a ball

Knocking at the respiratory track in frequent calls.


The congestion strikes the vocal cord harshly,

The incessant cough nettles the laryngitis deeply,

A reddish tinge  and an excruciating pain emanates,

As the patient is in a terrible  turmoil stagnates





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A Dead Man Lives


A man is dead a decade ago,

He still lives in the form of his  ego,

He feigned simplicity while living,

Know not why he desired wealth after dying.


Does not it sound quite  contrary ?

Nay not it looks real contradictory,

Living want more to hold – comprehensible

Dying long more to hoard-incomprehensible.


The will of a testator is a documentary evidence,

Reveals  his  wishes and   implantable  reference,

Dividing  his estate among the beneficiaries  ,

 By imposing   fair and justifiable decrees.


This specific testator of talk,

Kept  himself  the entire block,

Delivered them to his executors,

To  carry out his  last wishes and  orders.


The testament  is interpreted different

In countries of his  estates inherent,

Bequeathing  to sons in one land,

Endowing to grandsons in the other land.


Whimsical as it may appear to all

Mischievous in real  sense to call,

Rendering a laborious legal  toil,

To sort out the entangled coil.



The dead man is   turning in his grave,

Recalling his wishes in a save,

He is dead for long in body,

He is alive till now in his “Last Wills”  body



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No More Mad Rush


Gold is lying over there uncared for!

Gold is strewn over there  afar 

Gold is found in heaps and piles ,

Gold is thrown out  like broken tiles,

Gold  lies untouched by anyone,

Gold  brings lust to none,

The yellow metal lies  dormant and idle  

The shining commodity  lacks sheen and bridle,

I go on with my untrue   false ramble 

I wish it becomes a  truly real preamble.



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Going To Polls


People go to polls with an expectation,

Hoping for a change in the composition,

Of governance and administration,

Having in mind the progression,

Calling for a healthy representation.

 

Politicians go to the polls with an expectation too,

Anticipating a wealth accumulation unto,

Of land and money altogether into,

Counting the currency and commodity  too and too,

Relying on a resounding victory all too.

 

 

Elections  took place  in Tamil nadu with full force,

The leaders campaigned  the polls with an intimate browse,

Extending Televisions, laptops  and few grams of gold  in the course,

Rambling out promises in a high throated  roars,

Fooling the people in well  conceived  pros.

 

 

Karunanidhi claims a victory with ease,

Jeyalalitha harps on a triumph of full freeze,

Each engaged in a prattle  of unhealthy tease,

Battling on an embittered  seas,

Awaiting another innings with most appease.

 

 

Penny wise pound foolish  is the Tamils motive,

Pounding  on free throws and  sops  like a captive,

Gaping at the  gaudy sly leaders  like a fugitive,

Enthralled by the politicians  gestures in a transitive,

Tamils follow them in a trance and thrill emotive.

 

The leaders  with their family march ahead   with a  pace,

Clinging to their children both  legal and illegal  in  trace,

Carrying with them a wholesome baggy brace,

Putting forth an ever smiling and charming face,

Creating a significant thoroughfare of grace.

 

After few months,

 

People  sell the televisions and gold in times of need,

Poverty  in  no little time strikes  a blow on the breed,

Leaving them in the mercy of the  political creed,

Terminating the  mirth  into a bloody bleed





 





 

 








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Gone With A Storm


As a toddler I saw balloons  floating  in the  blue  sky ,

As a girl I saw kites flying up and up in the  sparkling  silver  sky,

As a young lady I  looked up at my degrees blowing up  in the  beautiful orange sky.

As an old woman I gaze at my birth rights rising up in the dark grey sky.

Right! My  stakes are  visible nowhere now in the dense dark sky.

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The Echo of Life


Going into the deep woods one day,

Found a profound serenity in the lay,

The silence reflected a stirring tense,

Keeping the solitude in  presence,

To call out or not was the play,

Which kept on haunting all the fray.

 

It was an abysmal  deal out,

Crossing the inroads  was a fall out,

Yet moved in measured steps to the intense,

To find out the  mystery in  its substance,

Enacted with  a charming  relevance.

 

The song of the woods was a delight,

Composed of a music  of the elite,

Comprehensive of the cackling  and hooting,

Conducive to the mood insinuating ,

Instilling a refreshment warming.

 

 

Birds tweet with a gay sound,

Which reverberates  all around,

The blowing of the winds in a whistle,

Comes back  through the dangling thistle,

Inviting all to a sanguine bristle.

 

The humming of the river is a tune,

Which in the course of its flow attune ,

The thunder and the storm cast a spell,

Which echoes in a vociferous bell

Provoking   the area to a numbed  shell

 

 

Life gives back in  leaps and bounds .

What it takes from you  without a sound,

The more you sow seeds of  kindness

The more it repays in  kindness,

Consisting  great and gracious kindness


 



 







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Quality And Grades


The quality  is of much importance,

In speech it  delivers eloquence,

In product it evokes  radiance,

In architecture it builds  elegance,

In thoughts it emulates quintessence.

 

The strain has a  beautiful execution,

It reflects a lovely  rhythmic presentation.

It is founded on a keen delineation,

It works on a clean foundation.

It blossoms into an enigmatic resolution.

 

Quality is a grade not very much apparent,

It is an inborn and inherent  atonement,

It is a classic  and a rare achievement,

It is a discipline and a fine tenement

It is a virtuous embodiment.





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Life Into Death.


Discerning  through the affidavits of life,

Tracking  the systems of strife,

Delving into the intricacies of attitude,

Wading through the shores of ingratitude,

A portrait  unfolds.

 

Sailing across the sea of humanity ,

Riding over a bridge of incongruity,

Driving  through an undulating  land

Flying over a fathomless  ocean grand,

A picture  opens.

 

 

Lying  on a sandy  beach  with tides flowing high

Dreaming  about a castle  in the sky,

Intoxicated by the pleasures abstract,

The excitement descends intact,

An ecstasy unravels.

 

 

Listening to a  chaste melody,

Losing oneself in its rhapsody,

Smiling with carefree thought,

Swinging along a beautiful slot,

A beauty   endows.

 

 

The eye wanders  with a  predicament

Till it catches a glimpse of  a  rudiment,

The heart roams with an estimate,

Till it romps on a  soul affectionate,

A  grace bestows.

 

 

The mind gathers no wool,

As it gets  attuned to the blissful,

The soul travels with no fringes,

As the body lies without any twinges,

Death  slowly descends..