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Poetry

The Sensory Organs.


The eyes glow
the nose blows
the eyes shed tears
that be in the form of water
the nose leaks
that be in the mode of water
the eyes flutter in a speed
the nose sneezes with a velocity
both keep on their schedule
the eyes catch a glimpse
the nose smells an aroma
the eyes have sights long and short
the nose gets loaded with cold
there be a motion altogether
the sensory organs nose and eyes together
boss over the rest with an authority
the tongue, ears and skin follow meekly behind
while the brain watches the five with glee
as all look up to its instructions with a plea.5 sensory organs

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thoughts

The Sun Not Awake


sun not awakeThe sun still not awake
though it is six in the morning
the bustle almost not found
the morn looks sullen.

The sky is down cast
darkness hovers over
rains would come
a sign of welcome.

The day advances
still no move of the sun
peculiar it appears
something amiss is on the way.

Slowly the sun comes out
shines as bright as ever
even hotter than the usual
could be a tongue in cheek attitude

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A Miss Out.


It was a miss out which cost dear.

It was a fall which caused a smear.

It was a slip of the tongue that prompted a jeer. 

It was a mindless cut that brought a tear.

 

It was an anger that raised the ear.

It was a danger that caused a terrible fear.

It was a provocation that invited a sneer.

It was a curiosity that called for a look near.

It was a wonder that instigated a peer.

It was a transgression that was slotted for the rear.

Always the miss outs would cost anyone dear.

 

 

 

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Bill in a Song


Have you seen a man with a jabbering tongue?

Nay, you have not seen him so long,

Well,I would give a wordy glimpse of him in my song.

 

Call him what you will,

I prefer to name him Bill,

As it is easy to fill

 

Bill, talks incessantly in bits and pieces,

I prefer to term it broken releases,

As  in them expression ceases.

 

Bill speaks about God and philosophy

I prefer to dub it as a torturing apostrophe,

As they tend to initiate a brain  catastrophe.

 

Bill rallies about sports too,

I prefer to seal it as a bore too,

As it carries no activity too.

 

Bill  rakes slanders often,

I prefer to check it in tens,

As it spreads ignominy in ton.

 

Bill is  nosy about his kith and kin,

I prefer to draft him as an empty din.

As his prying could  be thrown into a trash bin. 

 

Lastly, Bill forgets about himself,

I prefer to attribute it to his bare upper shelf,

As he appears like a spineless  man to myself.