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The Suspense Over.


The suspense got over
it is nothing to think over.
Something that hovers
for quite some time
and gets away from sight.

The result was not to taste
but was given in haste.
Well accepting it as chaste
gives a lively feeling
and a pleasant images (91)endowment.

With whatever that has been given
could create much wonder
With that thought in mind
went ahead with determination
along the sides with exertion.

Well, that has become my take
right from young age.
Getting the least of what lies
making the most of what I get
a practice of making it perfect.

This result is one such one
Nothing great nothing less.
Had a setback slight in the affront.
But took it in stride without any brunt.
This attitude serves as a best option.

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Punctuations In Life.


It is a comma that brings about a suspense

It is a hyphen that links one another in a sense.

It is a semicolon that gives two separate ideas in an attribution.

It is a colon that makes us wait for more revelations.

It is a question mark that allows us to reason.

It is the exclamation  that points to joy and sadness  according to season.

It is  within inverted commas we quote others which enliven.

It is between the brackets additional information is given.

It is the full stop that puts an end to writing.

 

In life we encounter many struggles and setbacks,

Knowingly or unknowingly we align with one another in the track.

Our alliance might evolve a relationship good or bad.

In course of time we would be subjected to turmoil sad.

The reasoning mind would look with suspicion.

The joy or sorrow would keep us in  tension.

We seek the advice of experienced men.

Bracketing with others we pull on like a hen.

At last we get into the grave never to wake again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Traumatic it is.


A predicament keeps on hustling me  for years together,

Certain times it is as oppressive as myocardial infraction rather,

Other times it is felt, but less bothersome altogether,

Will I be able to fulfill it in my active years my thoughts gather?


Am I obsessed with that particular responsibility for  long?

My wandering mind saunters  aimlessly  mostly along,

The path and the avenue I tread , I feel are wrong.

Let me tell you ,my heart  sings  a melancholic song.


Never had I been cowed down by such retributions,

Ordeals and hardships are part of my life attributions,

I pushed them out with  deft designs and  foolproof execution,

Let me tell  you, my heart sinks into a dissolution.


Hundreds of   plausible insights did cross in,

None of them coordinated with my standard to a thin,

I tried hard to go along with the tide adopting a daring spin,

Let me tell you, I was drowned midway  in the chaotic din.


My plight has to be camouflaged   with a  tidy brilliance,

The despair in me tries to express itself in my countenance,

I struggle hard to suppress the emotions to befitting  credence,

Let me tell you, my  pretensions  lend me a required balance.

With a beaming smile I go about my  way of life,

With a full heart  I carry on  with my strife,

With a hope  that I would  overcome this  grief, 

Let me tell you, how traumatic it is , costing your half-life.