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The Fall And Rise.


The breaking of stones
with an intermittent pause
gets me on the run
rushing to seek the going on
where the rubbles fall
one by one from a house
which had stood for long
seeing through generations
passing through the network
with children on the go
playing round the corner
the folk enduring all the debacles
enjoying  all the  miracles
a go up and a go down
with the inhabitants on the round
now is on the verge of crumbling
with the top floor almost down
the rest   shattered to the ground
with that the history of a family
gets lost in the  debris
it is only stones and mortars
they have no feelings and no tidings feel so.
To me, they echo the voice of the generations
having heard them day in and day out
every stone knows the fears and tears
every brick understood the mirth and joy
Well, the fall prescribes a changed alibi
with many apartments rising high
bringing in more families into the area
so much so the life goes in the course.
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A Stony Talk.


bones and nervesstones and bricksThe stones and bricks are not lifeless as they seem.
They know much more than we comprehend in a seam.
They have witnessed many a quarrel and in fight of the team.
They have enjoyed the happiness and pleasure in a gleam.

The thought brings to mind the functions of bones and nerves.
The bones give shape to the Man’s curves
The nerves sustain his laborious serves.
Both give him facilities more than he deserves.

The stones brave the wind and weather.
They withstand with a spirit dying never.
The bricks deliver a sustenance forever.
Both together propose a structural grandeur.

The loud laughter penetrates through the stones.
The tearful cries strike the bricks in a repeated hone.
Mirth knocks the doors not alone.
Sorrow crosses the porch in a subdued tone.

The stones chuckle sonorously when they are disturbed terribly.
The bricks rattle fiercely when the wind blows rudely
They cause a furore in the dim night endlessly.
They shudder mildly in the starless darkness dolefully.

Never shun the stones of a house as lifeless.
Never condemn bricks of a house as useless.
They have recorded messages countless.
They have staged dramatic episodes nevertheless