The Governance sleeps
citizens take the responsibility in a sweep
the city drowns deep.
The Governance sleeps
citizens take the responsibility in a sweep
the city drowns deep.
Think positive as much as you could
certain times an illness is all for good
could extend a rest to the body and mind 
the relaxation would have been pushed to the hind
involvement with work and duties would have restricted
while this could be an opportunity to be rested
illness, of courses is a cause of worry and discomfort
the positive side being the enforced rest not in comfort
similar strains could be found in other activities as such
the failures in examination dampens the spirit much
take it this way if you want to overcome all with the tide
failure is the stepping stone for success be your stride
a hard effort would prove to be of great boon
could be said of in the face of a harsh tycoon
suffering could be there in severe forms
yet it would reopen more avenues to correct the deformities
well, that be the way one has to go about in life
illness, failures and disasters cross you in the strife
never slacken at these phases with a discouragement
there are other ways to cope up with arrangements.
Dare you drive me out
dare you shun me always
dare you curse me all through
dare you not do any of those
I am rain all the more
the life giver at the best
nothing could happen without me
none would grow or live without me
I am the best source of life
quoth water with pride
I spoke rather in modest tone
none can deny your value
one cannot accuse you of anything
except the way you flood
carry away with you whatever you touch
be it a child, an adult, an old man,
be it a dog, cat, snake or lizard
you take with you in such speed
they swoon and succumb to your force
mercilessly you scoop and toss them
could be an end to those lives
snatched away by your inundation.
Consider others in the way
think not of you alone all the days
turn and look far beyond
notice not only the things in and around
talk with a concern for those in need
focus not on your own feed
try to kind and helpful in all possibility
never run away from assistance in plausibility
well, let these motivate your life
as you go about in your strife.
Rains go ahead
wait for none
seem to pour
day and night
the ground soaks
wherever you turn
you find water
a ghastly sight
as it leaps up
first to your ankles
goes up to your knees
rises up to your neck
finally the whole of you
could not be found
you go under water
rain pours undisturbed
the lakes and reservoirs breach
it is more water all the way
water, water, everywhere
no drop to drink.
it is a bit tiring
could I say boring
with no work to do
none requires urgency
work is done automatically
I turn lethargic all the way
read and relax all the day
write and rejoice all through
musical my life has become
I hear all pleasant notes around
nothing much I have to do
as to keep my door ajar.

Tips for writers
ideas for writers
instructions for writers
could be of use
could kill their originality
could make them depended
leave them alone
leave them to their thoughts
leave them to themselves
would produce a magnificent story
could give birth to a lovely poem.
I
f the day is bright
we feel right
if the day is dreary
we feel weary
if the day is clear
we have no fear
if the day is dull
we feel not full
well, be the day
controls us in a way
day being dictated by Nature
Oh! Nature has such a stature.
The animals behave strange
the birds move about in strange
the men behave not strange
those that act different
know the day would be different
a feel of difference
a premonition in the course
they know as they live in close
sail with nature’s course
smell the intensity of the variance
understand the nuances of the deviance
safeguard themselves from the disturbance
a practice man has forgotten in his day to day
he is engrossed in his routine of day to day
neglects nature and goes about in his own way
suffers and succumbs to Nature’s fury all the days.
I am in the midst of a crowd
where all speak loud
I talk not very much
a silent spectator as such
I feel fish out of water
I am my mother’s daughter
she spoke not much in her days
only few words was her way
she was at ease with a very few
my father called them in queue
nothing could change her till the end
so am I like her all the more in a tr
end