Affinity for a particular
love for the specific
find no reason whatsoever
be it for the good
or be it for the bad
the inclination as seen
knows no bounds
it overwhelms though
it flows over not slow
floods all the more
might bring benevolence
might also cast a fury
both being unknown
the rationality not seen
the affinity grows in speed
while the love mops up
the flaws and foibles all through
shows only the bright traits
as other deficits tank down
called as plausibility of love.
Tag: Reason
Raging War.
Hate not anyone cries my soul
Lo! my mind always plays the foul
as it sends a silent growl
accompanied by a scorn and howl
finally the soul gets bowled
as the mind triumphs over in the toll
The controversy ranges so extensive
one that works out very intensive
where the mind rules out a flexibility
the spirit calls for an adjustment strategy
finally it is the mind that gains
as the spirit retreats in a deign.
The edge over the mind over the soul
being one of reason on the whole
where the soul being subjected to compassion
the mind overtakes in its action
finally it is the mind that holds the flag
as the soul is forced to get behind in a lag.
The Rich Man Over There.
Speeding like a hare
jumping like a monkey
crawling like a tortoise
hopping like a frog
loitering like a cow
kicking like a donkey
galloping like a horse
moving like a cat
running like a dog
oh ! doing everything like animals
the man, another animal
but with reason
behaved antisocial
destroying all things
dismantling other things
debugging the lines
eavesdropping through the gap
peering through the keyhole
sneaking through the open door
hiding behind the cupboard
sniffing through the window
finally escaping through the court-yard
being
a man tall and lanky
worser than all the animals quoted
behaving with shame and disdain
Well! he be the rich man over there
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I Am What I Am
Having not found anyone to my liking
I wander like a solitary reaper in the world
as I find none talk truth and reason
do not blame me for what I am
as I love honesty and sincerity
I find none to that highest level
I profess and practise what I feel
that becomes a lack of interest to most
as they say that I am a useless person
unwilling to go with worldly ways
and a difficult one to tag with.
as I see none to my liking
they also fit to me to their dislike
with that goes my life in this world
almost lonely and away from the crowd
that arouses a feel that I should not have been born
an exact estimate of me from me primarily.
A Hurried Run
going from one place to another
all enquiries of death
from a babe a year old
then a girl twenty-five years
finally a ripe old man 91-year-old
the little one came to the earth
for what no one knows
while the adult having to live
many more years had died premature
but the old man crossing the limit
having lived the fullest extent
having stayed very much over
breathed his last finally after waiting long
having suffered long solitude and weakness
The three give way to the schedules
that belie explanations and reasons
passing away in days of the week
emphasizing the impermanence
and the transitory effect of life
I Have A Dream
I have a dream said Martin Luther King
fifty years ago in an eloquent sing.
A dream where everyone would become equal
Well, that dream has led to sequels
where distinctions of colour had faded
while the demarcations are reduced by shades
yet there we find still feuds and tantamount
pertaining to the racial hatred that discounts
the proven magnanimity which is holding the count.
Not there is seen absolute unity among the races
with the colour fair mostly running the chases.
Well visible through the coverage of the society
while it is prominently experienced with a sobriety.
The dream of Martin Luther King has become a reality partial
where the racial sadism has diluted to a level facial
His dream was of a full recognition and admission
where his children would become citizens without any remission.
That to be achieved we have to wait for long years still
envisaging a perfect embrace of the White and Black by will.
The Real Cause.
What is it that is ailing you?
What is it that is hurting you?
You need to have reasons valid
to keeping morose and sordid.
Not knowing the cause
it is not a toss
to find out by guessing
and resolve it by throwing.
The phantoms of the mind do make waves
and create ripples in the behaves
They are but baseless prompts
that inflict an unwanted taunts
It is better to keep away from those
than pay attention in a chose.
Again, it is a plea really serious
Tell me the cause I would give you the clause
for your unhappiness and distractions gross.
Writing.—–Haiku
Arguments could be justifiable too,
if they rely on evidences true,
if they express righteousness in a slew,
if they earnestly demand fairness without a rue.
Arguing for a cause is a noble trial,
if they triumph over a faulty approval,
if they withstand a caustic referral,
if they represent a lofty ideal.
Basically arguing might be proactive,
if it is extended beyond the reactive
if it does not reflect anything subjective,
if it does not recall anything objective.
Arguments bring a controversy to an end,
if they are conducted without any interruptions,
if they reveal honourable interpretations,
if they record standard deviations.
Establishing the rights by voice is termed as argument.
Initiating a wordy dual to track the consequences is called as argument.
Entering into a debate to preserve the facts is dubbed as argument.
Serious personal involvement is baptised as argument.



