Tag: Tales

A Poky Nose!

The spoil she is

calls now and then

spills out the beans

that be not true

spreads a tale so fast

flames up like a fire

with a hurt and a pain

wantonly done

a woman, not of good heart

very sly and treacherous

likes not anyone to live happily

that has been her attitude

pokes her nose through any minute hole

understands not the talk primarily

with a pinch and a dig she accumulates

turns and events not too coherent

a result of her imagination

a dare devil in the scene

could not keep her tongue well inside

pushes it out when not needed

swaps the news with a link

that is ultimately a wrong conclude

within a wink, goes with her mission

a real disaster to herself and to all at large.

Tags Poem, rumours, Tales

thoughts

My Grandmother

My grand mother told me
many lovely stories
understood or not
I nodded my head.

My grandmother told me
many lively experiences
liked it or not
I nodded my head.

My grand mother told me
many useful medicines
assimilated it or not
I nodded my head

My grandmother kept on saying
I paid no attention
I did not give importance
but kept nodding my head.

My grandmother is dead
I really do not know anything
No one is there to guide me
my head goes on nodding

Tags dead, grandmother, head, medicinal tips, nodding, Poem, Tales

thoughts

A Gifted Liar.

He does not build cock and bull stories
He designs break even super tales
It must be intriguing as it sounds hoary.
It is what he compresses in bales.

Telling lies is an art superior I say.
Every word being a lie is a culmination of art
He casts each lie as deftly as he could in a way.
The piece looks lovely from the start.

He says one thing this hour with grace.
He calls me saying that he is on the way to meet me.
Then he switches off his phone leaving nothing to trace.
Waiting in the station I find that he has made a fool of me.

He speaks lies in such a close-knit weaving.
To get into the nuances we need skill extraordinary.
Never he repents or feels hard for so much lying.
Well, such men do live with pride seems not ordinary.

Tags break even, liar, Poem, stories, Tales

thoughts

Spinning Yarn and Tales.

Had been in the trade of spinning yarn
manufacturing cotton yarn
from coarser counts to finer ones
for almost three decade
With the market not going steady
and with the outlook for conservative spinning
being not congenial for manufacturing yarn
shifted out to something viable
and with ample time in hand
started spinning tales
in a way they are also yarn
writing about that had happened and that
would happen in the future
with little frills and frescoes
falling into the rhyme schemes
certain times out of it
penning what I know
in a way I know
how people take to
I do not know
but I go on spinning
with a vow not to give up
at any time
whatever might be the outcome
that is all I know.