Grand was the morning
with a hot cup of tea
and a pleasant weather to suit
the day looked extremely cheerful
know not for what but with the intuition
that the day is going to give out an experience
or else release some remarkable gift
that would be cherished through life.
Instincts and intuitions do keep
these are truly the hallucination of the mind
working in a direction and visualising the same
hoping that is going to happen quickly and favourably.
if every thought converts itself into an action.
If every feel transforms itself into an experience.
if every emotion transcends into a poem
then beggars wold become kings
and 
Kings would look foolish.
Tag: Poems
A Portrait Par Excellence.
It was a life-like portrait.
so realistic and detailed
highlighting every trait
without showing any curtail.
The finish was so enriching
with strokes of privilege
carefully got in the touching
with a remarkable coverage.
It was unbelievably believable
Engaging a credibility incredible
Emitting a brilliance brilliant.
Presenting a enlivening depiction.
The artist calls for recognition
as he is quite unknown in this region
keeping a modest profile in realiz
ation
should be honoured with distinction.
Dispassionate Delivery
Keep the feelings aside,
Allow equanimity to be beside,
Deliver the message to the side,
Without any hide.
Going into the deep ,
Getting involved into the sweep,
Gathering moss from beneath,
Gives a scope below the underneath.
Dispassion lacks emotions,
It dispels commotion,
As it lends a healthy notion,
To the interactive motion.
A delivery with no constraint,
Yet with a disciplined restraint,
Foreshadows any gross complaints,
Resulting in a novel acquaint.
Bereft of jargons and schemes,
Compressed with factual streams,
Though the presentation has no steam,
The result delivers a charming gleam.
Dispassionate is an unfamiliar trend,
Not appreciated at all ends,
The delivery extends,
A formal and withdrawn blend.
A Mutiny
A revolt among the powerful,
Dethroning and sacking the rightful,
Establishing and settling the unlawful,
Is a mutiny in general.
A conspiracy in privacy,
Hatching a plot in secrecy,
Executing the ploy in efficiency.
Is a mutiny in particular.
Sometimes mutiny releases good,
As it uproots the rude,
Brings in the shrewd,
Is a mutiny special.
Most times mutiny despatches illegality,
As it usurps the legality,
Paving the way to infirmity,
Is Mutiny in regular.
Upheavals are not to be discarded,
When they entrust a record,
For the uplift of the have-nots.
Is a mutiny in distinction.
Protests are to be applauded,
When they are for the downtrodden,
Relieving the hearts saddened,
Catches And Bites
The catches are literally less harming,
The bites are virtually most destroying.
Catches and bites are really tantalizing.
A gentle catch reflects a loving,
A rude catch gives out a warning,
That much for the face value of catching.
Catch has a distinct meaning as well,
The ploy and the trick are unfolding,
A signal for attention in no mean calling.
The plan has a quick catch,
The talk proposes a discreet catch,
As the stab indicates a terrible catch.
A severe bite shows anger,
A moderate bite expresses bad temper,
But never they are of pleasing fibre.
Bites propound a disaster as well,
The indignation and cruelty explode
A warning for a catastrophe in the fold.
Scheming has violent bites,
Shattering all to tatters and bites,
Ransacking the existence to a morbid bite.
Catches and bites leave us desperate,
Lending an air of exasperate ,
None the less for religion
None the less for fear,
None the less for peace,
None the less for confidence
But to gain
The pilgrims progress
Not for the sake of God,
Not for the sake of goals
Not for the sake of strength
Not for the sake of greatness
But to hoard
The pilgrims progress
Not to uphold justice,
Not to initiate fairness,
Not to assert righteous,
Not to observe discipline
But to earn
The pilgrims progress.
Not to pray,
Not to seek blessing,
Not to be forgiven,
Not to be impeccable
But to amass
The pilgrims progress.
Never out of love,
Never out of kindness,
Never out of mercy,
But out of greed,
The Pilgrims progress
Ever the captivation lures
Ever the attraction sustains.
It is ever for money.
The Pilgrims progress



