Tag: trash

thoughts

The Heap

There lay a heap

be it trash

where could we find

things all in dust

good or bad might be.

The heap grew in size

as days passed by

going higher and higher

piled upon the lovely earth.

They become contaminated

flies and mosquitoes breed over

stray dogs pull them over

making a mess of the whole.

Those that disintegrate

mulched and decimated

the strewn bags of polypropylene

lay there glaring hideously.

This careless act of throwing

embitters the environment

rendering a habitation

unfit for living.

That may be a point as of now

that concern of the future

looks horrible and disastrous

converting fertility to sterility.

Tags bags, Dust, embitter, Environment, Heap, mulch, Poem, trash

thoughts

The Arrangement.

Trash it is they say

Spam it is they cry

Junk it is they fold

Rubbish it is they throw

Foul it is they shout

Fraud it is they scream

Well, that being the world

where all things get shrouded

taking the cue from it straight

getting into the middle right

destroying the peace

that be the fabulous fees

one has to pay to close.

Tags Poem, spam, Thought, trash

thoughts

He was called an ass
and a mule in a clash
as he is prone to lash
every other person in a flash
striking all with a bash
grinding his teeth in a gnash
he be thrown into the trash
as he be not fit to live in grass
being a person rash
has to be dashed
and condemned not as ass
as ass has a grace
that of an ignorant face
he should be forcefully chased
and rendered homeless without base.

Tags ass, bash, condemn, mule, Poem, trash

thoughts

It Is Irritating.

It is irritating nothing but irritating.
It is trash nothing but trash.
Having been away mentally
Seeing not eye to eye
keeping a distance from a particular person
I hate myself for calling him a person.
Not talking a word about them
let it be good or adverse.
That being my habit all through
as to not pronounce the names of those
who had harmed me wantonly.
That being so,I got a call from overseas
Mind you it was a missed call
Calling back respecting the seniority of the caller
who came on-line very briskly
started talking about the person.
I told him in no certain terms
that the call is wasteful expense
My patience flew into a rage
shouted at him for behaving so funny
as he knows fully well that I care a tuppence
and not cast my eyes on the concerned person
Closing down I was shaking with anger
and wondered why people act so badly

Tags Bad, funny, harm, irritating, Poem, trash

thoughts

Applying Holy Ash

He is known for his irrelevance.
His answers without any reference
being asked one very much straight
he goes round being his trait.
That might not be startling
but his way of talking
would bring in a surprise
not at any affordable price
but quoting an exorbitant claim
saying it with a smashing proclaim
ascertaining with a bash
that he be a godly figure in a dash
quoting from scriptures holy
not the original text of the holy vedas
but his own fictitious scripts
as how to apply the holy ash
that could be thrown into trash.
made gaudy by his own insensibility
let alone his cranky outbreaks
that find a few takers
who later feel for listening to him
as he is an imbecile dull and dim.

Tags ash, insensible, Poem, trash

Actions Care Experience feelings Poem Power threat. True

The House Spins.

Chaotic is not the word to describe.
Pandemonium is the right word to ascribe.
The house always echoes the vibe.
It is far away from the petty jibe.

The lovely house denotes order and shine.
It is an epitome of all things fine.
Be it the cleanliness which is in nine.
As well as its decorum which is above the line.

It is transformed temporarily into a din.
All the trash is everywhere but not in the bin.
The lady of the house accepts everything with a grin
as she reclines low with her fingers in the chin.