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Applications Modern.


Writing has taken a form different,

As  scripts are not done by hands,

Reading has assumed a mode different,

As books  are  in e format,

Calculating  is done by a method different,

As calculators do the   mathematical procedure,

Talking is  by an application different,

As the software applicationsallow voice calls,

Finding routes   is by a system different,

As the GPRS tracks the destination,

Heating is  accomplished by a conduction different,

As microwave  adopt dielectric heating,

Washing is carried by a process different,

As separate machine washes laundry and dish,

Opening  doors is worked out by ways different,

As hydraulic fluid is used to operate the movement.

All these create an ease and comfort different,

 By making the use of mind and brain indifferent,

Both forget their  significance  affront,

As they tend to lose their value inherent,

Subduing them as a mere  puppet ,

In the hands of the modern gadget.

 

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Early In The Morn.


A call early in the morn cracked  the complacency,

A voice of an  old friend broke the  equanimity,

Dispelling the cheer and joy  early in the  morn.

 

The  conversation   that transpired was disenchanting,

It  logged round an   insensible indecent probing,

Diffusing  briskness and activity  early in the morn.

 

 

The  friendly tone was   packed with artifice

The talk  surrounded on  a  preconceived  fix,

Destroying the placidity and sobriety  early in the  morn.

 

 

 

The enquiry was a mischievous query,

Curious to know of an unexpected misery,

Thwarting the ease and comfort  early in the morn.

Suppressing the  burning rage

By keeping  the talk in a nonchalant  range,

Meted  out  both a blow and a thrash   early in the morn.

 

 

Why do they engage in such scorn?

Might be it is a quality inborn,

Demoralising  the   demeanour early in the morn.

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

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Like Brewing Tea


An aromatic fragrance spreads,

As the tea leaves brew ,

A symptomatic  anger  reads,

As the mind  boils.

The  bitterness lurks in the lips ,

As you sip,

The remorse sets  your mood,

As you brood,

The intake of tea rejuvenate,

The body

The  outburst of anger  destroys ,

The mind.

The body and mind clash,

As indignity  crash,

Enacting a demonstration,

Of a vociferous reaction,

Causing a  terrible collision,

Rendering a   serious  concentration,

Of conflict and controversy,

Ascertaining a destruction,

Of soul and spirit.

Brewing tea needs special skill,

Bubbling anger restricts the will.

Settling a macabre  turn to thoughts

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Crow


Can you call a crow beautiful?

I hear you chuckle,

Why not?I mumble.

Never will I ! you grumble.

 

 

A bird with no beauty,

Moves with lot of activity,

Harnessing a lot of sensitivity,

Over the multitudes in society,

By imposing a grand   invincibility.

 

 

Unmoved by its appearance,

Unperturbed by  other’s arrogance

The crow caws with a reference,

To the day-to-day occurrence,

Relying on its  certain deliverance.

 

 

 

Though its colour is black,

It get rids of all the garbage  track,

Never does it slack,

From  its duties pack,

Eliminating a  thorough attack.

 

 

 

It heralds the dawn,

With its calling drawn,

Dispelling a sluggish yawn,

Initiating a wakeful  yarn,

With an enthusiastic fawn.

 

 

Even an unattractive  bird dread,

Has  a  great missionary thread,

Directing to the  charitable  tread,

It may   sound an unfamiliar  shred,

But it  is truly a  courteous  theme ahead.

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Guardian Angel


 While treading down the lane,

In a forbidden plane,

Tracked  the   terrible sights

In  blazing lights, 

 That left an indelible scar.

 

 

The chaos was aghast,

With din and  blast,

The blood and   bodies dead,

Were  strewn  ahead,

Remnant of a massacre wicked.

 

 

The fright was choking,

As the tears came pouring,

The pain was intolerable,

As the heart sunk in  trouble,

Reflecting on the despair.

 

 

Unable to find a coherence,

Unfit to trace a sequence,

The mind wonders in a desolation,

Suppressing  the isolation,

A recollection of the indifference.

 

 

The  Guardian angel  enters

 Blesses the unpleasant  tenders,

Uttering  words of  grace

Preaching   a definite  grace,

Resonant of a  “Great Mass”

 

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Mystery Shrouds.


There was no response to the knock,

The house was  silent and dark,

There was no   move   what so ever,

Enumerating a silence moreover.

 

 

Gazing through the window

Saw a  hovering shadow,

Moving stealthily below,

The thundering bellow.

 

 

 

Rains lashed the  roof,

Lightening gave a severe hoof,

There appeared to be a proof ,

Of activity  in  aloof.

 

 

The presence of  life was there,

No not why  it bear?

Such a mysterious  fare,

Locking up in a confounded spare.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Face Book


Imagine a compilation of faces into a book.

Does it not sound a crook?

But it has a say in every nook,

As it gives a fine look,

To the social hook.

 

 

It gets into every house,

As each one browse,

With a small mouse,

Enabling  a curious carouse

With rapt attention arouse.

 

 

Messages fly in the air,

Pregnant with thoughts fair

Accompanied by pictures rare,

 Seeking  a lovely  fare,

With a recognised  care.

 

 

A  few misgivings are there,

That of privacy tear,

Distinguishing a  grade bare,

Leading to  an apprehension fair.

 

 

As always there are two sides to a coin,

Revealing  that good and bad conjoin,

To expose a  relevance  that rejoins,

With an innovation   adjoin

  Fusing into a classicism  enjoin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I Saw


I saw a baby

Cute and chubby,

With a toothless smile,

Making me stand a while.

 

 

I saw a  bunny,

White and shiny,

With  silky soft skin,

Jumping amidst din.

 

 

I saw a Peacock,

Erect and stalk,

Dancing with feather s beautiful

Enacting a recital musical.

 

 

I saw a lovely rose,

Little and close,

With a  fine charm,

Dispensing a grand form.

 

 

I saw the  sky bright ,

A  refreshing sight,

With a feigned cast,

Creating a reckoning contrast..

 

 

 

I am blessed,

As I dazed,

At all things wonderful,

Which made me delightful.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Pinch Of Salt


Idioms and quotes take us a long way,

As they  elucidate wisdom in a sway,

A pinch of salt leads the fray,

With lot of  profoundity in the  say.

 

 

The idiom holds an in-depth  meaning

That proposes a serious  screening,

Of the  resonant   inquiring

Into an appropriate  dealing.

 

 

Talks with a two-way  ambiguity,

Takes us to a place of incredibility,

Inducing a position of susceptibility,

Making us rave in a uncertainity.

 

 

To comprehend the intrinsic  reliability,

 We need a promising capacity,

To unravel the latent   secrecy,

We require a superb efficiency.

 

 

Pinch of salt carries a taste literally

It also weighs a reference  to sarcasm  really,

Indicating  a distinctive   sting  formally,

 Retracing a  deliberation   instantly.

 

 

 

 

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Bits And Pieces.


News in bits and pieces is uninteresting

As we do not get the substantial,

Action in bits and pieces is  non performing,

As we do not acquire the potential

Calculation in bits and pieces is  not fulfilling,

As we do not count in sequential,

Idea in bits and pieces is devastating,

As we do not construe the vital

Charity in bits and pieces  is  unrewarding

As we do not implement the credential

Love in bits and pieces is unrequiting.

As we do not receive the essential,

Learning in bits and pieces is disillusioning,

As we do not assimilate the ideal.

Living in bits and pieces is infuriating,

As we do not  accumulate  the integral.