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The Rare Art Pieces


rare art piecesRare pieces of art 

catch my eye

I wish to buy

the prices being so high

I refrain with a see

that keeps me in glee

I look at those with a sigh

oh! no, the prices are so high.

A Rarity Among The Disarray


A little away from the garden
a hill so small is there
trees in full bloom
greenery all around.

The garden is so lovely
picturesque with lush green lawn
flower beds on either side
colourfully designed

In the middle there is a pool
filled with water crystal clear
an ambience of beauty all over
neatly crafted around an aesthetic setting.

The house adds to the charm
corridors run all around
the doors open out to a courtyard
and the windows thrown open to the garden.

The people are wonderful
benign and graceful to the word
hohousesspitality is their by word
they are beautiful beings in the world.

Not such scenario is seen elsewhere
this is an evangelical display
all in accordance to the tune
a rarity amongst the disarray.

A distinct And Different Bird.


I saw a bird different

all in light  grey colour with a yellow beak

being not used to seeing birds  of reference

having  such distinct colour and sleek

wondered from where it came from.

Might be a migratory bird from a land

known for cold and snow in the realm

fearing the icy wind  had flown grand

travelling thousands of miles across

flying over the seas and mountains

scared off the iceberg and thaws

has come to  a place certain

where there be no frost  and no cause

as  to  get killed in the cold

where it could survive in moderate climate

with lots of sunshine and water

feeling much better and comfortable  in a state

after the passing away of the charter

possibly would return to her abode

refreshed and re equipped in strength

understandably this images (38) is surely  the bird’s code.

 

 

 

 

 

Brooding Over.


She was brooding over the happenings.

She was recollecting the trappings.

Her memory took her long back.

Reminding her of the days in a track.

 

Once she was a golden girl.

She moved along with lovely frills.

She hummed in musical shrill.

Everyone danced to her drills.

 

She grew up to become a lovely lady fair

She commanded respect in all the flair.

Gliding through the tracks in a rare,

she evoked a shining glare.

 

The  curtains are falling down.

Her demeanour has become a frown.

Her appearance has lost its glamour.

She withdraws herself into her chamber.

 

She has to come out of her past.

Eventually accept the present.

Go about with the tide in glory.

That is how we have to end the story. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is Life Nothing More.


Shifting base is always a bug bear,

Well, that has become the regular fare,

A month here and months there keep it bare,

Nothing to rely ,but many things to care.

 

It was sheer envy seeing the movement before,

The same feeling lasts no more,

Moving places is a not fun all the more,

It turns out to be a terrific  toil  ever more.

 

Seeing places  is   extremely joyous,

Living in different places renders experience gregarious,

Going about all the  time becomes  tedious,

Releasing a morbid sensation accurately clueless.

 

Every life has a wear and tear,

Sitting firmly in a place is  a fortunate chair,

Roaming in quest of livelihood is a sordid share,

Anyhow to get  all  in life is truly rare.

 

 

 

 

 

Pink,White and Yellow Diamonds


Lovely colours  aren’t they?

They make us gay ,

All through the day,

I have lot more to say.

 

Pink is  the lovely rose,

Pink are the chubby cheeks,

Pink  are the cotton candies,

Oh!There are pink diamonds too.

 

White diamonds dazzle,

Yellow ones sparkle,

Pink extends a twinkle,

All from the carbon carbuncle.

 

Pink diamond is a gorgeous  treat,

Found in the mines of Argyle,

A gem rare  with a charm upbeat,

Oh!It is  fabulously expensive .

 

Yellow and White diamonds are a costly call,

Eluding the grasp of all,

Pink  ones remains a coveted  tall,

Appropriate to  the monarchy’s haul.

 

Delight of seeing induces a pleasure,

Desire to hold incites a longing,

Indeed it is a valid value,

No matter how small you might be.

 

Possession of those might  make you beam,

Owning those is a precious dream,

Mostly those might pass on to the cream,

Few of those could make your ring finger gleam.

 

Pink diamonds turn you pink,

Prices rule out an angry pink,

Lustre  spells out a blushing pink,

An owning  foretells a futuristic  pink.

 

Well,the story of diamonds is interesting,

Black cinders  after million of years  inputting,

Validate as precious gems scintillating,

Oh! it is a tale of lowly forcing a pop out  struggling.