The shoe flower or hibiscus
has shades of colours
red being the usual one
pink, yellow, white and others
abound in their beauty all the more
with the red growing almost everywhere
with a fecundity in all strength
the twos and fives and even tens
seen in every plant as of all
give a colourful variance to the eyes
as they blossom with a charm
bright and lovely they appear
the beauty being they last a day
the next day droop and fall
enunciate the transitoriness of life
the shoe flower does that with an emphasis
a quickened flowering and shortened life.
Tag: Poem
Meaningless I Write
Meaningless I write
never i go back
or do i read again.
Meaningless I write
what comes to my mind
or that comes out spontaneous.
Meaningless I write
what I feel to write
or that strikes me then.
Meaningless I write
with no thoughts
or no ideas whatsoever.
Meaningless I write
with a wish to write
or a love to write .
meaningless it is
all that I write
or all that i put forth.
It Is Away
It is away
the mind is far away
into the wave.
Into the wave
the mind gets into the wave
though far away.
Though far away
the mind distances from away
passing through the wave.
My Adventure With The Squirrel.
A squirrel in my house
makes me grouse
she is there all the time
never once she moves out in time.
One day I see her in the garden
playing without a burden
the other day I see her in my stair case
running up and down not in a phase.
I went up to drive her out
she escaped and jumped out
I came down to find her
I could only identify her bushy fur.
I locked all my doors tight
she came through the windows opened slight
I closed the windows and bolted them
hope not she enters through any of them.
Not an hour has passed in quietness
I heard a rattle from the wilderness
I alighted from my chair in a hurry
just in time to see her scurry.
What am I to do ?to keep her off
not one of my collections are let off
either I see her nest in a corner
or herself in a place busy near the warmer.
The little squirrel has taken my energy
right from the days of yore with its synergy
still I am finding ways to get rid off her
am sure she would bid good riddance to me with cheer.
Once Upon A Time __My Memories Go.
Once upon a time I used to hear
not only the birds tweets
I heard the donkey’s bray
they with their long ears
wandered making noise not sweet
the lanky figure was in dirty grey.
Once upon a time I used to eat
all things cooked at the moment
no frozen or prepared food
never warmed in a microwave in upbeat
not consume anything that caused a torment
all fresh ones that did a lot of good.
Once upon a time I used to read
newspapers in the early morning
novels and poetry in my school
did I know any online read?
not I sat glued to the TV in the morning
nor did I spend time in the net full.
Once upon a time I led a healthy life
with walks and strolls to keep me in strife
breathed plenty of fresh air to keep going
now I sit indoors a way of my life
stuck to the digital world in my strife
live closeted to ward off mosquitoes in the going.
Once upon a time memories come up and go
reminiscing the good old days in the flow
well, they would not return in the days
it is prudence to adjust to the days in the go
nostalgic of the past causes a glow
live through all the more with the days in store.
Know Not What To Do
The rains have abated
water has receded
a thirteen day wet spell
caused a disaster
the administration was rattled
knew not what to do.
Water is a commodity rare to get
now runs copious all through
lo!has gone into the sea
unimaginable sufficiency, an excess
has now gone into the drain
know not what to do.
Conservation has been forgotten
disaster management has been not learnt
the make do at the moment is in vogue
helps none in the end
governance is not be found at all
really know not what to do.
Rice In South India.
Rice everyday for lunch
had been the way in my part
that being in the southern India
where rice is the staple food till now.
rice in the form of snacks
would be on the table for breakfast
same rice boiled would be for lunch
again the snack form would be for dinner
it is rice in various forms all through
along with vegetables mostly
found in the gravy and soup mostly
seen as fries and salads
with a hot cup of coffee or tea in the morning
in between how many times many know not
could account for the diet of the South Indians
remarkable for the spicy food all through.
The Birds Foretell The Weather.
The birds have come out
those have been in the nest
resting all day throughout
they had been put to test
the weather not too friendly
rains in fits and starts
their outing would not be trendy
could feel the difference in their heart
the sun has slowly taken control
rains still loom in the background
the little ones have to be fed in all
have to find food within a bound
they fly not far and wide
hunt among the bushes and plants
pick up a few grubs by the side
fly back home with the available grant
they are for sure the weather experts
precise and exact than the meteorological board.
Read The Epics.
Reading the epics again and again
lends us not a tedium but a gain
the lessons that we come across
would stay us for long without a loss
epics are illustrative teachings
they are practically not a preaching
they tell us what not to do
doing would put you in a negative flow
they instruct us what to do
an execution would lead you to the glow
read and read with a renewed interest
many avenues would open at each behest.
Poesy On Wings.
It is poesy on wings
never at one place
could be seen here
could be seen there
could be seen everywhere
flies with a velocity
speaks with an intensity
exalts the spirit as it hovers
enhances the soul as it lingers
clambers with an excitement
revolves with an endowment
the poetry is musical
apparently a song rhythmical
rings in the ears for a moment
away it flies high in a movement
the song reverberates all through
