A workshop
editing, correcting and reworking
a great task.
A workshop
editing, correcting and reworking
a great task.
The remains of anything
the reminiscent of anything
the retrospection of anything
the regurgitation of anything
the resurgence of anything
the renovation of anything
the rehabilitation of anything
the rejuvenation of anything
could be a task not simple
modification not easy
a hard one being laborious
being done in a manner religious
a discipline in a purview
needs a skill and a mind
as broad as a canvas
willing to hold any views
an expression of boldness
great and tall in a call.
Honey is sweet everyone knows
it is also slightly bitter many do not know
depending on the source of the collection
everyone should know.
The bees go round the garden
be that of any field for that matter
selecting the best possible resource
setting about with an indulgence.
Sitting on the flower blooming fully well
protruding well ahead from the stalk
the buzzing bees settle strongly on them
pulling out the maximum from the pollens.
The busy bees do go above the branches
that come out of the fruit trees
invariably mango, neem and tamarind
that grow in abundance in the tropics.
The honey from these trees
have a tinge of bitterness and sourness
that which being natural in the fruits they bear
having a potential medicinal value.
The honey that being gathered
get deposited in the racks made by man and nature
where the Queen bee does the extraction
while the honey starts dripping.
The story of honey related the task
that being not sweet as it tastes
quite exasperating as it is seen
yet serving mankind with good cash and kind.
Honey being a word referring to sweet heart
the sweetness ascribed to it comes after a task
an analogy crosses the mind know not why
that true love too comes after serious deliberation.
Give me a hand
said the angel with a wand
not trusting the angel fully
he extended his hand partially
the angel seeing his distrust
came forth with a test
that being a check for his belief
one that could grant him a relief
she asked him to lift her high
he thinking it to be an easy try
made an attempt to bring her i
it became difficult as she was heavier
though she appeared slender and elegant
her weight was unexpectedly defiant
letting his attempts go in futile
he gave up the struggle
with that the angel gracefully rose
flying into the clear blue skies with a force.
Crossing a farm a few miles away
caught sight of a big bull on the way
lazily grazing over the fields
a difficult cattle that does not yield
nor could be controlled l by any measure
strict and cruel at times in a pressure
keeps going with lively ease
not bothered about the wicked tease
a stubborn animal as far as I know
very determined from top to toe.
Held up by his own lethargy
he suddenly came out with great energy
started running up the road in speed
knowing not what be the need
men ran behind him with haste
but their attempt proved a waste
as his speed was uncontrollable.
his fancy and move was unreliable
fearing a mishap at any moment
the minds of men was in great torment
Suddenly at its own risk the bull stopped
fell down
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on the road like a flop
The men advanced slowly with great care
and tactfully tied the animal to its pair
brought him home in a task fast
putting an end to the ritual at last.
Let us have it a s a real bull in life
or a bull in the stock strife
Whatever it might be
Wherever it might be
the bull goes up and down
never settling with a crown.
Settling in a crucial way
negotiating all the day
keeping things at bay
makes one go astray
far from the norms
adjusting to the qualms
relinquishing the charm
assuaging with a balm
has been the schedule
initiating a prelude
which do not include
anything in the rectitude
going out in a premium
extending to the maximum
disowning the minimum
The rush up towards north today
with the hope of accomplishing a task in a day
as it looked very promising and attractive yesterday
thinking it would get through at any cost by the day
came to a not so alluring ending as expected this day.
It was half complete and reached the middle in mid day
wherein an apprehension surged up unexpectedly over the day
with doubts rising in a familiarity across the day
Not to overshadow the suspicion that arouse later in the day
left it as such till it gets cleared day by day
not by force or entreaty through the days
but allowing it to explain the merit not in a day
as in the long run it would have to would endure against the days
and withstand all allegations from today to future days
dispersing the suspicions as baseless as in most days.
That what is going to happen hold us with an anticipation.
We go to Tarot readers with an expectation.
We sit before the Parrot reader waiting for a prediction.
We rush to the astrologer for a detailed resolution
The future holds us with a fear and a bind.
Pushing us towards a thought in the hind
We unlock our dreams that lie in the mind.
The thoughts which cause a break from the line.
We, eager to get over and reach the top slot
go in circles, employ turns and plot.
The success is but minimal with little ingots.
Yet the future makes us live always with a task.
It forces us to live with a mask.