It is love
pure and pristine in beauty
fear to disallow.
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The Way Back Home
The long drive home
cross over rivers
a ride over fly- overs
a stop at the toll
a halt at junctions
a slow down in traffic
a sweep when free
a pleasure in a quietude
the thoroughfare on one end
the serenity at the other
go I with an insatiable drive
I should be home in an hour
my sweet home beckons with a smile
being away by only a few miles
the desire jumps out in strength
the love of home is a treasure
it being a great wealth
inexpressible in its delineation
a fascination that clings to me steadfast
I would be there in no time
makes me rejoice with glee.
It is a cacophony
deafening terribly
like to lock the ears
wish to run away in fear
keeps on haunting all through
the sound turns one to blue
hapless and hopeless I stand
unable to move out from the band
others enjoy the din to the full
noise has become a way of life
the honk, the blare, the blast
all immerse the environ fast
term it noise pollution
anyhow it is a delusion.
Likewise, it has been so
all the more in the go
edgewise it happens to be so
could come with a blow
energise with a flow
could you say no
digitalise with a know
as on with a toe
the device turns on in slow
finally switches on with a glow.
It is a different day
that too of all the days
could be today
might be yesterday
a day before yesterday
a day after of all days
as I feel all days
assign to varied ways
they pass with a grace
each one has no trace
they seem to phase
come and strike the face
well, that is how it is in a chase
forces everyone to race
keeps them mostly in a daze
while the nights are in a haze
the sun rises with its bright rays
more or less it happens in all places.
Life seems to be full
roses and dahlias in all
beautiful so far and long
thorns exist no wrong.
Life seems to be full
apples and oranges in all
sweet so far and long
bitterness found no wrong.
Life seems to be full
incidents and happenings in all
genuine so far and long
deceit is seen through nothing wrong.
That be life in full
sweet and sour in all
sincere and insincere so far and long
elusive perhaps nothing wrong.
Life mixes and churns
go on and off without a burn
should we not turn?
nay, let us learn.
Life teaches in a song
the good and bad for long
pay attention with a hope
endurance is the scope.
The reach is too high
perched upon the sky
yet attempt, a try
not with a shy
could see the looks sly
cast around with a pry
ignore says the mind
hesitates the heart in a bind
the mind overcomes with a find
treachery halts one to a grind
shun it and go ahead in the stride.
Five days in a week
I go without a sneak
two more days of the week
make me sneak.
I sniff and smell a lot
nothing much to give a thought
I go about in a sort
casting on the way, not a doubt.
The seven days pass as such
I move about in a stretch
I cross the length and breadth
almost with great strength.
Years have rolled on as well
the clocks continue to strike the bell
noise has rocked like hell
as I look at my life through a shell.
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