Tag: Sound

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The Sounds in variance.

It is a sound

pop it goes

a breaking sound.

It is a sound

drop it falls

a falling sound.

It is a sound

flare it rises

a rising sound.

It is a sound

bang it strikes

a striking sound.

It is a sound

thunderous it erupts

an erupting sound.

It is a sound

the burst of a balloon

a bursting sound.

Sounds do vary

up and low

decibels high and low.

A sound as it seems

ordinary and extraordinary

being in range with the context.

A sound as I hear

melodious and distraught

depends on nature.

Rhythm and cadence

comply with harmony

never with. unruly

Tags Poem, Sound, variation

free verse. missing Poetry

Away From The Usual

A little while from now

I would not hear in all

the quarrels of my maids

the blames with a spitefulness

the shouts of my cook for nothing

his stealthy withdrawals seen and unseen

the worldly advice of my driver to all around

preaches he with a force never practises

the divine communique of my watchman

who links every event to the Lord

says he that God made them all

the screech of the vehicles

plying up and down the road

know not where they go

and for what they go

turning next door, I hear

the blindfold recitation of children

with the teachers at the top of their voice

teach alphabets in a tone monotonous

while numbers one, two and three etc

come in a sequential flow

the hawkers cry calling out

banana, banana, orange oranges

till their voice turns hoarse

going to go away from this place of sound

away from the hustle and bustle

far away for a fortnight on to the wilderness

have to go without the usual used surround

I am going to miss them all obviously

a yearning almost for a time from now

Oh! am I going to miss you for long?

Tags Poem, Sound, wilderness

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An Overcome.

Heard a sound feeble

down the garden in low decibel

went past the flower bed

nothing could be heard

walked towards the gate

heard a little purr out of date

turned to catch a look

it hurried like a crook

went my way all along

heard a whimper like song

stopped did not turne back

from behind the track

felt a slight move

came it slow in a prove

stood stoic like a rock

it did knock

did not budge

I took a pledge

not to get through

knew it was behind me all true

it leaped in front

made a soft grunt

Yes, it was a hallucination

the mind at work in designation

Startled yet resolute ahead I go

I did overcome the nightmare in slow

a grotesque satisfaction in a smooth flow.

Tags feeble, nightmare, overcame, satisfaction. grotesque., Sound

thoughts

The Sounds We Hear.

The sounds we hear every day

distract us in a way

the crow caws early in the morn

could it be a wake up call

no , even more before you say

the cock strikes with a cock a doodle doo

mind you it is the cock

not the clock that strikes harsh

the chirping of sparrows

with a twitter gay and musical

invigorates the dawn in its rise

over to the afternoon

there be a lull of silence

perhaps a faint cry somewhere

the evening resumes the chant

the birds are in full form

return they to the nests

the hoot and shout of the owl

accompanies the darkness of the night

send a frightful feel down the spine

with them the animals too join

though the orchestra completes a round

the men and their gadgets

stream up to the bustle

the rhythm loses its cadence

as the menfolk enter with a bang

the horn and the speakers

decibels range high

force a fall out from nature

harmony is lost

finally Man is the great destroyer

Tags hear, Sound, verse

thoughts

The Wind and Rain

he wind blows with a sound
it is terrific in the round
hissing and wheezing it takes off
storming and roaring it progresses
whining and whimpering it ends
the wind then blows off.

The branches of trees swirl fast
the leaves fall down in a rustle
the place is strewn with twigs
comes down the rain in a drizzle
a welcome shower to drench with cheer.

The rain starts with a rhythmic chant
the tiny drops fall with a poise
followed by the big drops on the field
it picks up speed with an enchanting prowl
the lovely pour down appears fantastic.

The parched land seems to brighten
enlivened by the ripples of the rain
the tumultuous showers enliven the soil
the fecundity is aroused with force
there all along are signs of prosperity
significant and symbolic of growth.

Tags blow., brighten., drizzle, flow, Poem, Rain, ripples, Sound, wind

thoughts

The Rain—–Haiku

The rains came

with great sound and fury

pouring nothing else.

Tags fury, Haiku, Rain, Sound

thoughts

Sound And Echoes.

Calling mamma all over the world

echoed as ” amma” to me in India

with that the similar words

rhyming the same every time

get a conspicuous tone and sound

peculiar to the region and dialect

strange in places away with an insight

becoming an incoherent murmur right.

Well, that being so goes the most familiar word

taking a different cue and interpretation loud

the most common word as simple as now

gets into the wave and sounds no

with that the denial gets linked up closely

leading to a controversy unexpectedly

as also the other much used word fat

falls into another’s ear as fought

provoking an anger of great limit beyond

landing one in great trouble in the surround.

The repetition and assumptions of rhymes mostly

with the variations in diction lands on a bounce greatl

Tags Echo, Interpretation, Poem, repetiton, Rhyme, Sound

thoughts

Phailin With Noise.

The cyclone Phailin raged across the east coast

breaking through the deadly silence with a toast

crashing on the banks with a bang at the utmost

shattering the inhabitation in violence almost

blowing through the seas with a velocity

creating a sonorous guffaw with alacrity

wanting to devour in a splashy flash

all it could in vociferous gigantic gush

as the villagers around cried beating on their head and heart

the destruction led to a crumble and a tumble an impact great

with people wailing and running aghast in fear

looking for the lost lives and belongings without cheer

as their world cracked under a thunderous storm very near.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Tags cyclone, Poem, Sound, words.

thoughts

Shop The fear Away

As a little girl

I used to fear

sound that turned harsh

noise that rose to be loud

talks that became poisonous

meets that converted to revolt

friendship that bore ill will

love that was superficial

act that was feigned

altogether I was disturbed

seeing all these very young

around me in plenty

as years went by

I became strong

faced these incongruities

without fear undaunted

emerging invincible

the rest of my life.

Tags girl, invincible, Noise, Poem, Sound, undaunted

thoughts

Ill Sounding.

The calm of the morn got disturbed
The back yard echoes with a sound
tumultuous and jarring piercing the ears
sending waves of dust across
drenching the yard with dusty smoke

As I could not stay long in the back
came to the porch with my newspapers.
Misery again with a different noise
It is the beating of drums with full vigour
denoting that somebody has passed away.

Digging the already injured earth
Penetrating it for more water on one side.
Drum beats in a house where the departed is laid
do not augur well with the sombre occasions.
Am I going into other’s affairs too much?

Tags Noise, Poem, Sound

Ramblings

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