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“The Devakottaians”


Gibber jabber goes the talk

what could be in stock?

a chatter incessant all the more

money and jewellery  being the core

it goes on with a concentration55327_girl-writing_md

nothing else catches the attention

” I made a pendant and a bangle  one says

worth so much in a way

“I bought a property in a metropolis” says the other

a prized one in an accomplish  rather

the conversations go on for hours together

while the other one adds  with a fervor

“I made a wholesome profit in business”

a reward to my  hard work in a sense

an admirable,  enterprising group I see

I wish to make haste and flee

have to sit amidst them looking on

what not and what else passes on?

as I have nothing to boast of in turn

money, property, jewellery  even for fun

own no business except my writing skill

I am  plain  and prosaic without any frills

they who belong to a  town Devakottai .

 

 

 

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Holidays Are over.


The holidays are over

a week long or so

having been in  a hover

have to move in a go

relinquishing the ease of vacation

settling to the work again

another year starts with a  situation

being of  a great  regain

a resolution to be straight and direct

being firm and unselfish

would hold waters in the  implicit

otherwise  it would turn into an encounter devilish.

 

 

 

 

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The Chain Of Reactions.


uncontrolled-nuclear-chain-reactionReactions being in a chain

dead for almost a quarter

come now with a feign

small inputs in a barter

saying  the time  now is to solve

one cannot wait any longer

two decades being not enough to resolve

the hurry now makes my suspicion stronger

a bait  in a disguise comes with a New Year Wish

the manipulation lies in a threadbare

could hear the trio talk softly in a hiss

a kind of manoeuvre in a share

let them hang about with their stealthy tricks

unperturbed I have to walk  without getting pricked.

 

 

 

 

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A Tinge Of Jealousy


A tinge of jealousy

could not be so

it is envy found enormously

could be the foe.

 

He breathes with a sigh

could be a cause of  inability

he smells an odour high

the stuff of developed  animosity.

 

Why be it so? I wonder

being a man of high net worth

poses as if he lives in splendor

why this unnecessary feel of dearth?

 

Not able to explain his attitude

I being a target of his jaundiced eye

keep away from his latitude

vowed to talk nothing of him

as he is not worth a pie.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Caricature.


The motivation in a  poise

the variation in a choice

the restoration of  themes

the rejuvenation by dreams

the faith in a religion

the trust in a person

all go to make up a character

extraordinary as in a caricature.

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No Use Crying over Spilt Milk


No use crying over spilt milk

none the less no use to sulk

past is gone forever

wipe of  remnants  ever.

 

The days that are before

would  be worth about a crore

with that in mind keep going

enchanted by the smooth sailing.

 

The retrospection is a solace never

the fever and fret remind you ever

could be a lesson to learn in ways

learning never ends being  there always.

 

Not to be tied  greatly to the past

either be it glory or ignominy  in fast

forget the bygone in a quick stroke

otherwise you would be a broke.

 

Memory is short they say

could be a blessing in a way

nurturing an enmity  and ill feel

could rip you in a steal.

 

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Prima Facie


Why go by predictions?

why not by indications?

quoths the cognitive mind

 

Predictions do tell us   about

with a lot of fuss in and out

never with a certainty.

 

” Could be”being the key words

a look around the world

not with the focus .

 

Indications authenticate always

pivotal of the issue that sways

way into the core.

 

“It be so” being in the positive

dilemma  surfaces not in a tentative

a prima facie  evidence in truth .evidence

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Compete In The Race.


Iracet is a day as usual

with the sunrise

everything casual

nothing in a high.

 

It is a day regular

with the morning fever

everything in order

nothing in a deceive.

 

It is a day ordinary

with the simple demeanour

everything not extraordinary

nothing  of a remember.

 

it is a day as all days

being the first day of the year

one sets the other follows in a way

brings no fear or cheer.

 

Let us go through this day

as we go through all days

let us not give it an undue chase

let us compete in the race.

 

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The Life Goes On.


The life goes on

without seeing the sun rise

as I am not an early riser.

 

The life moves on

without seeing the flowers blossom

as I am occupied otherwise.

 

The life flies on

without seeing the birds fly

as I am flying elsewhere.

 

The life runs on

without seeing the boys run

as I am running for my bread.

 

The life trots on and on

years pass with a speed unknown

as I age  with the years all known.

 

The life has to slow down

allowing me to experience all the above

it would be a bliss anyhow.life goes on

 

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My Greed.


It is the only greed

brews in me for long

being the one to read

could be a direct  lead

while I write my poems

I yearn it should be read

not by one but by many instead

with that though I go ahead

write and write with a passion

could not stop over in a fashion

halt and then proceed in a  fraction

my poems come as a deluge and immerse

at least one of my readers with my verse

the greed as such is irrational in a way

for that any greed be so  always

Oh! I write and write with a devour

could be the creativity in a fervour.quote Buddha from Dhammapada on karma by House of Doves flickr 8502901403_8ea6787c0f