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Likes On Poems


Likes on poems of poets

go in a trend as seen

a few likes to the ones

many likes to the others

know not for reason

either the popularity counts

or the content  helps in the mount

numbers do not matter  they say

yet it is a proof in a way

as the likes reach hundred or more

the poet is pleased and overjoyed

while the likes show likemeagre two or seven

the writer is disillusioned and  feels sad

either way the creator is affected

one in the process he has to improve

the other in the procedure he has to halt

let he or she decide as what to be done

a truly piquant stage as found.

 

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A Strange Mania


It is a  strange mania

a very different one

what could I name the mania?

almost a distinctive mania one.

 

She has it in surplus

overwhelms her most times

not definitely a plus

she in obsession all times.

 

Curious to know about that ?

it is an equation with others superior

could be in wisdom and wealth or all that

perhaps a conciliation  of her status  in exterior.

 

She boasts  of her know hows vociferously

familiar with the one  and friendly with the other

could be true or not in a way incongruously

would they acknowledge  is not her bother.

 

She indulges in a buying imaginatively

diamonds , gold and silver cross her  always

purchases not  one or two but  a score fabulously

followed by many an item expensive cost wise.

 

What suffix could one add to this behaviour?

I ponder for a while with a thought on words

nothing comes to my mind from my brain’s anterior

let me deliberate on for a few days wading towards.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Living Privately.


Nothing would leave me alone

no day I would be alone

being in a community close knit

wish to get away from it a bit

none would leave me alone .

 

I stay from celebrations  most

like to be  in solitude  during these at the most

a crowd seems to take me off from the core

as I wish to enjoy the sea from the shore

I intend to remain alone.

 

It is the gossip that affects me in all

placid interpretations are not in the call

a twist to the tale be the cause

puts me on hold and in a pause

I withdraw  and desire to be alone.

 

Folks find fault with me  for no participation

I smile within myself at their allegations

I had been among them all these four decades

require a break from the usual dressing in brocades

I would prefer  living privately on the whole.10373642_10152373894714675_8529262584983976700_n.jpg

 

 

 

 

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I Hear Gunshots.


I hear gunshots not in real

 it might sound very unreal
the blasts and firings in my place
 never do happen even in a phase.
I hear gunshots not in real
I hear them though being unreal
I read about them in the news
they cause an inexplicable rue.
I hear gunshots not in real
they thunder all around in real
a firing in Paris all of a sudden
killing many even in a garden.
I hear gunshots not in real
bursts with an onslaught  in real
a Russian plane falls down  unexpectedly
hundreds lose their life momentously.
I hear gunshots not in real
an attack planned meticulously in real
suspicion circumscribes an extremists ploy
fourteen succumb in  the deadliest deploy.
I hear gunshots not in real
I hear them though being unreal
my place being far and away
should never turn insecure in a way.
I hear gunshots not in real
I hear them though being unreal
every place should enjoy peace as such
never  be under fear of terrorism  in much.
 

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Of Great Magnitude


toleranceA tolerance could it be
I could very well see
an endurance of great magnitude
i would even call it beatitude
an extreme patience all the way
being unbelievable in the fray
not with an exhaustion with a resilience
seem to be the primary incidence
well executed with no chagrin whatsoever
sensitivity was forbidden forever
the kindness, as I term it, was superior
expressed graceful and majestic demeanour.

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That be A Religion


That be a religion

one that is so regional

could have been worldwide

could have gone wider in tide

could have been restricted  in the sway

could have slowed down  in the way

being one of tolerance  of magnitude

neither enforced  nor   abused  in latitude

one of passive endowments  so  mild

an ancient one with  principles  easy to abide

propagated through oral tradition  from yore

the hymns and the songs  flow

the literature and the  scriptures  denote

revolve around precepts that emulate  in notes

discipline and  decorum  emphasized

faith and belief very intensely   described

not set in rules as others put across

free to practice as now and when  in pause

a concept of a rare quality with an enlightenment

where compassion overtakes passion

where truth overcomes reason

where ideals overwhelm ideas  with an insight

where science and religion coexist

astrology and astronomy work together

predictions and reality go hand in hand  altogether

truth or “sathyam” being  paramount  in life

pretext and pretenseHinduism_Philosophyion are condemned  in the strife

while “karma” holds the loop as we find

the seven births show the precincts  in a kind

being born as per your earlier birth’s deeds

the good and the bad being the outcome  of all deals

the religion has many latent facets and facts

be it called Hinduism as in its  rightful track.

 

 

 

 

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Being A Luxury.


Being a luxury

he could not afford it actually

wanted it stubbornly.

 

Being very impish

he behaved  rather very foolish

opting to be lavish.

 

Being a spendthrift

turned bankrupt in a drift

never was thrifty.

 

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My Writing


My writing has gone dry

I seem to be in a spell  dry

being the joke in a way

I write much in a day

when my heart cries  out

emotions do the magic throughout

when I am placid in a sense

my thinking is not dense

my thoughts become dry

I have nothing to buy.

 

 

 

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Walk Away With An Empty Hand.


It is an endless wait

would have to bear it

for how many years

I do not know

it is going to go down

the generations in all

we being the first

pass on to our children

then to the grandchildren

from a voluminous form

it shrinks into a paltry

finally turns to nothing

is it the destiny ?

one has to remain with hands tied

spreading out involves money

most times the expenditure

turns not fruitful and worthy

becomes a tedium in years

a  withdrawal descends

we like to abandon the whole

walk away with an empty hand.

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It Was A War.


A war I witnessed a few hours back

it happened just before me  in a  wink

should I call it a war with a tact?

could it be one with a link?

was fought with such force

no gunshots or military around

 

war

 

was a chase and a flight in the course

the battle being mainly in the ground

one flying up and down with a spite

the other running here and there in fear

the flyer  caused a flutter without a respite

the  runner tried to escape as its life being dear

I stood long with my heart going out to the meek

well, the battle continued for more than an hour

I walked away totally exhausted and felt weak

well, it was a war not between nations as ever

it was a ravenous crow chasing a bony squirrel

with too much of an intensity  in the hot afternoon.