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t is grace they say
a divine grace in a way
that overwhelms the crowd
who shout aloud
they shake and cry
never at all shy
raise their voice
throw their choice
excited they are
exaggerated they wear
studs, bracelets and chains
gaudy shirts with thick metals
all go to make the scene unholy
the frenzied shouts haunt the ears
their gait teases the eyes
altogether a not so desirable event
but has become a powerful deviant.
Tag: Poetry
Come the weekends
I sit tied to my phone
there could be no end
the rings come nonstop in tone
the calls would be in order
the first from my first son
who lives in the northern border
the next from my second son
who lives in the southern hemisphere
finally from my youngest one
who lives in the same sphere
all call me in the same tone
and utter the very word “atha”
( the Tamil equivalent of mother)
the eldest one talks in a mild voice
the same way he used to call me as a kid
the second one bursts out with emotion across
as he used to hug me when he was a kid
the third comes in an authoritative tone
the very way he used to beat me around as a kid
they have changed and fathered children
their voices till remains the same to me
and it is that call that brings me out of the den
My sons, I love you all the more and most.
Long Live all of you!—-“Atha”.
Away it flew
before anyone attempted a 
slew
into the blue
Categories
The Months And Their Chosen Path.
April is the month of poetry
so what does May become
could it be a month of songs
and June a month of novels
dramas take July
while August calls for prose
come September it is specifications
that of a horror storytelling
as October could be of mysterious ones
know why Halloween would strike up
while the winter approaches
November with its chill
could be devoted to thrillers
while December rings with Christmas carols
January the advent of the New Year
resonates
with Happy New Year
and February settles in a sober mood
as it could revolve around crimes
marching into March we arrive at the desk
with reviews and recollections of the year gone.
Categories
Who She Is In A Way?
It is a trick
more or less a gimmick
she is a friend to all
always there in a call
that was before long
now she is away for long
does not respond at all
nor does she answers a call
she has turned a mystery
her good nature has become a history
she dodges and drives through
never in place all through
I seek and search with fervour
could find her where so ever
I give up and sit back
she came today in a slack
she was with me for a few minutes
disappeared from my hold in a minute
hopped and jumped to a place little away
showed up for a few minutes in a stay
then ran away for the day
could you recognise who she is in a way?
she is none other than rain
she has teased my brain 
Categories
The Land Of Beliefs And Customs
My country is awe inspiring
the vastness needs exploring
the diversity indicates a disbelief
the people show a distant relief.
Prosperity exudes all realms
poverty reduces every term
yet they coexist in a trend
make the country invariably bend.
The gender discrimination is prominent
the men are very dominant 
though the women play a role significant
they remain almost insignificant.
The religions stick to rituals not loose
with temples seen in all nooks
the marriages mostly are arranged
within a closeted community in a range.
My country as I had seen all these years
is inhabited by people with sharp ears
a slip of the tongue insinuates a flame
that rises up in leaps with every claim.
Yet my country is adorable
its shortcomings are implausible
but the ancient land invokes an astonishment
its cheer and stoicism provoke an amazement
Fair she looks
Fair in all ways
the skin being light
the thoughts being great
the attitude always passive
the speech almost right
the movement very straight
she being honest
lives a life just and fair
fair in all she could and should
smiles with a shine
expresses with a fine
Indeed, she is a loving kind.
Categories
The Versification Subtle
Teaching through poetry
being not easy as a song
that comes from the heart
set on its own tune and rhythm
not bound by any metric trend
be the way of many a poet.
Going rapturous over nature
with the beauty exhilarating
the rose calling you
and the trees beckoning you
could be clothed in verse
with a joy and with physical attribution.
Be not the same with the abstract
that of dealing with ideals exact
the verse come forth with a didactic note
enhancing the qualities that are to be adapted
leaving out those that are to be eschewed
there be a significant restraint and serenity around.
Each one writes differently with a style
likes not to be dictated by the famous
just being they are recognised
they tend to be authoritative in their approach
which the lesser poet likes not most
for being lesser does not mean poorer in skill and content
Categories
The Fancies Of Each
Fancies hold us much and great
let them be imagination in a rate
‘ let them be poetic in subjectiveness
let them be music in objectiveness
they bind us to an extent all the way
that we get swayed away
losing our self in their exuberance
forgetting that is around in relevance
immersing the self in those fancies
forgetting ourselves in their nuances
not remembering our duties at all
becoming one with them in all
such be the role of fanciful inclinations
and that being the distinction
that makes one excel in his pursuits
claim fame in his fancies and conduits
be that a gift unknowing and blessed 
allowing one to stand out from the crowd.
Categories
A Voice For Poetry
Everything said there be a point
that needs the best follow-up
discreetly left from notice
that kept haunting me all over
prompted by many to speak it out
kept quiet all time in silence
watching the happenings in rapt attention
surprised to see the hub and the excitement
being the need of hour is not that
but a serious consideration of what to be added
each one shouting with fervour
wanting to be heard in the milieu
letting off the vital and the realism
that confounds the topic in discussion
with that I stood up
and in my usual soft yet stern voice
that which should be includes is not
what all of you are crying foul
it is poetry that should get the priority
as it being a voice of the most creative person
coming out with a speed and spur
putting out in style the mechanism
that would seem to lack interest
if not for this vehicle.
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