A Painstaking Write.

A painstaking write

could be right

but  would be stressed

as it is pressed

not once but times more

could be done in four

the repeated scrutiny

would turn the destiny

either for the good

as in most brood

else for the bad

become a fad

taught and thought

could be a sort

heavily loaded

very well shouldered

yet lacks the spontaneous

left  as a thesis  laborious.



Condemn it as Jealousy.


The jealousy rises on no basis.
it being a taint of the mind.
Feeling envy is in the blood
The grudge that comes up
needs no reason whatsoever.
The expression overcomes the analysis
being solely out of greed
nay not be it also the competence
that holds a larger share.
The thought of not able to achieve as much.
The feeling of not equalling the physical looks.
The desire to outsmart and out beat a success
all these go to bring in the hot jealousy
way in and way this goes along
day in and day out this happens
being impossible to smother the claim
the spurt of unusual feel happens all of a sudden
this spontaneous and that which had been inherent
along with the one that has been accumulating with the years
bursts out unimaginably creating a dire consequence
condemn it to as jealousy and go your way.


I Have Won

I have won.

Really,I have won.

It being an award

which is its own reward.

I  stand  tall and proud

among the learned  crowd.

I think of my  cute blog

I usually  log

not once or twice

but by I have won how many tries

I really do not know

as it is my  resting place and  flow

where my thoughts gather

where I sit for hours rather

writing what all I experience

not bothered about their relevance

It being a canvas little and colourful

wherein my feelings get sketched in full

not with paint and caricatures

but with words and  features

extolling the greatness of nature

enhancing the  human qualities in stature

finding myself occupied all through the day

at times in the nights too in a way

with my children all  living far

with no duties and customs  to bar

I keep on writing  with a fervour

with my mind always in a hover

while my body is at  a position static

my thoughts go about ecstatic

therein comes the creativity in hand

which slowly and gradually disbands

with the expressions come my reflections

one by one they fall into places  in conjunction

with the language with which I am familiar

being a perception that might be unfamiliar

I write  for long casting my spontaneous feelings

deftly and skilfully adorning my ramblings

finding a place in the word press platform

that inadvertently has lent a lively form

with that my poetic sojourn which began  a few years  ago

is rising up to levels  not very great but remarkable in the go

with my followers increasing slowly and steadily

while most of my poems gaining  readership readily

my tryst with writing has started off though late

I hope would stand the test of times and find a rate

being appreciated for its simplicity and lyricism

along with the dominance of  rhythm and  surrealism.

With winning  this award  as a senior I stand with pride

recalling the day I clinched the University  top rank in glide

memories keep gushing one after another  in great stride

raising me aloft and high with an  applause and appreciation by the side.











Theatre in The Courtyard.

In the courtyard we see numerous events
Day in and day out they happen in succession.
getting unnoticed most pass of as trends.
Certain others stay in the mind with an imposition.

The courtyard is a theatre on the onset
with feelings and emotions displayed high.
Incidents being spontaneous cannot be reset.
Certain events draw a feeling of shy.

Theatrical skills also play a game.
The one who is vociferous rules the roost.
The silent one poses a look tame
Anger and tears provide a boost.

When the show starts we know not.
Reaching its climax in a short while
it rises to a situation very hot.
Gradually slows down in a quiet style.

The live show is far interesting
as the actors are all family members
They are part of the real testing
so know no method to coax the numbers.

Actions Compassion concept Evolution Experience kindness Poem

Kindness is grace.

kindnessA smiling nod is a pleasant recognition.
A loving word is a significant appreciation.
A noble thought is a pensive extension.
A supporting act is a remarkable application.
Going out with all these is a relevant attribution.
These should come out effortlessly on all occasions.
These are not practised but are spontaneous distributions.
Spurting out like a natural phenomenon spurning afflictions
Without any formalities to hold on to them is a rigorous configuration.
The nod rightfully calls for a friendly admiration.
The word strongly insists on a personal communications.
The thought staunchly instills a deserving contribution.
While the act succinctly incorporates a valid construction.
The realm of kindness is vast and contains grace in all its perpetuation.

Actions Beauty Enlightenment Enrichment Experience feelings interest. Poem thoughts Wealth Wish

Versification Without Effort.

poetryWriting a few lines of verse
writing a few verses in form
writing with a form of rhymes
writing rhymes with sound effect.
is a skill rare to be found.

Leaves grow from trees.
Trees come up from the soil
Soil picks up the minerals from depth
Making it a natural sequence.
Eliminating anything artificial.

Poetry is spontaneous.
Coming out in speed at the moment
Jumping out with force from the heart.
Correlating the events to the full
Enabling a read most pleasant.

Words emerge with ease.
Clothing the thoughts with grace.
The rhythm flows gently.
Adorning the tone with tunes lively.
Making it an experience most memorable.

Care Creation

Attempt To Renovate.

Rare paintings in age-old temples,

Reveal volumes of history,

Depict  scenes of the past,

In colourful artistic splendour.


These monumental sketches,

By artists of yore,

Are rare treasures passed on,

From generations to generations.


They tell us about events,

Teach us  the customs,

Discipline our lifestyle,

By illustrations of traditions.


Restoration  unmindful destroys,

 Kill  the beauty forever,

As the significant exhibits die,

In the hands of ignorance.


Renovations  have to restructure

 To garnish the lost glamour,

 By reinventing the charm,

In conservative constructions.



The present day efforts,

Put forth a suicidal trend,

Wiping off extensively ,

The delicacies of the past.


A painting is a creation,

Of the mind and soul,

It is a  profound release,

Of thought and imagination.



True art has no replicas,

 As they are spontaneous,

Born only once,

Never to be created again.


Such being the state,

An extreme care is the need,

 Bidding a requisition  for a challenge,

Most similar to a virtuous patience