It was a horse,
Tall and slender,
Agile and nimble,.
Shining and gleaming.
Lovely to see,
Soft to touch,
Oh ! wish I could ride,
Recalled the bard’s words.
“If wishes were horses ,
Beggars would ride”
Tag: Wish
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Oh My Dear!
I am very tired
Oh my dear!
I need rest
Oh my dear!
Will I get it ?
Oh my dear!,
I know not how?
Oh my dear!
When will I get peace?
Oh my dear!
I wish to sleep,
Oh my dear!
Let slumber embrace me,
Oh my dear!
Let me not wake up,
Oh my dear!
Let me ebb into eternity ,
Oh my dear!
Un noticed, Unsung,Un honoured ,
Oh my dear!
Not to be born again,
Oh my dear!
Will you grant me?
Oh my dear!
Please you should,
Oh my dear!
With warm regards ,
To you my dear!
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Elegy for Terrorism
A decade packed with terrorism and violence,
Ten years of fear and turbulence,
Has made the world gape and nervous
Rendering a disaster diabolical and grievous.
Oil rich nations are in turmoil serious
Vying for power and wealth tedious,
The western nations bereft of oil,
Seize the unrest by activating a foil.
The disturbed countries fall a prey,
To the ambit of the western sway,
Giving place to war and death,
Where their own kith lose their breath.
The displeasure found an expensive target,
In the twin tower attack which beget,
Innumerable innocent lives in a wink,
Grazing the tall structures to a blink.
Spearheaded by Osama Bin Laden,
The destruction was an episode that saddened,
Millions and billions all over,
Leaving them defunct moreover.
Obama carried a shoot out in Abbottabad,
Where Osama fell to the gun shots bad,
Came an end to the terrorism of Osama,
Brought out in strict secrecy by Obama.
With that terrorism should get away,
But still there are few ingots in the fray,
Who have to be handled with care,
To eradicate the remains of terrorism in full fare.
A small hope shoots up,
A little desire spurts up.
Will the world be a land of peace?
Can Mankind exist with ease?
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Opening Out
The year which has come out,
Will have to make a sprout,
Gradually and firmly cut out,
A planned graphic blow out,
Forging an amiable stand out,
As there is a need for a break out,
Of prosperity and cheer all throughout.
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French Leave.
Like to fly away unnoticed,
Like to sink deep unobserved,
Like to pass away unaware,
Like to slip off unseen.
The likes might sound as oddities,
Yet they are my wishing realities,
Releasing an escapism amidst trivialities,
By embracing wholeheartedly the infinities.
It is a French Leave,
It is above the sleeve,
Nothing much to grieve
Very much dissimilar to a believe.
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An Expectation
Will it happen?
Minds sharpen,
Awaiting the final
Refuting the denial.
Will it not?
Hearts wrought,
Anticipating the conclude,
Which should never allude.
Furies cringe the mind,
Tensions break the bind,
Reasons mount high,
Desire cries with a sigh.
OH! What will it be?
There arises a nervous plea,
As the head knocks down crazy,
In a miserable dizzy.
The catastrophe draws close,
There appears a force,
That claims a consequence,
Of a sensible relevance.
It may turn out as you wish,
It may pull away so that you miss,
Take it with poise ,
Says the inner voice.
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Fly Above.
The rising dawn in a silvery tone.
The early morn rising from a slumber,
The cool dainty rustling breeze,
Invite me,
To fly above.
The receding dusk in a golden hue,
The eve settling to a sombre mood,
The gentle tired whispering wind,
Beckon me ,
To fly above.
The shimmering moon alighting from the sky,
The night sinking into pitch darkness,
The silent sleepy whispering wind,
Call me ,
To fly above.
Wish to fly away from the crowd,
Long to run away from the fret,
Like to get away from the world,
Love so much,
To fly above.
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Lightly Lightly
Lightly goes the ring,
Lightly falls the rain,
Lightly bounces the ball,
Lightly sounds the call,
Lightly follows the basic,
Lightly resonates the music,
Lightly tiptoes the buckle
Lightly tries the suckle,
Lightly directs the compass,
Lightly discerns the trespass,
Lightly dawns the sun,
Lightly renders the fun,
Lightly shines the moon,
Lightly shrugs the drone,
Lightly basks in glory,
Lightly relies on story,
Lightly causes a ripple,
Lightly kindles a triple,
Lightly ,Lightly goes the word
Lightly ,Lightly sings the bard.
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A Day More To Go
A decade is about to come to a close. The curtains are in the verge of reaching the bottom.The stage ,where all men and women were performing their part significantly or irrelevantly, is going to be dismantled.
A fresh platform is pushed forward with enthusiasm and exaltation, with anticipation and apprehension, with determination and deliberation.
Some of the participants of the earlier drama would have left for heavenly abode.Certain others would have retired to the shelter, exhausted of the events. The balance are still in the arena exhibiting their talent and exercising their might to win over.
Again, the remaining, along with a new crop of participants have rolled up their sleeves to enter the fresh decade 20010-2019 with renewed vigour and refreshed power.The refreshment comes from the fresh young activists ,who are willing to take the challenges as opportunities.
Yes, challenges need to arise, as they bring with them elaborate qualifications and introspection.
Fleeing from the opposing forces is a cowardly reaction.
Facing them with an open heart, sincere effort and serene virtuosity ,,is the application that would be much rewarded.
The world is full of jugglers, wicked hearted,venomous minded, deceitful characters.I should not ascribe the word “full’,at this juncture,but restrict myself to the term ‘at the most’.
Identifying the good from the bad, the innocent from the evil, the genuine from the sly, is a herculean task.
We have to have a keen insight, a clear vision and an exact precision to find the real goodness from the feigned illusion.
In practicality,the harm ,the devilish disarray,will be appealing, as they show the path to reach the destination without difficulty.
The goal will be within your grasp, but seem to be elusive. It is like a mirage. You jump, you try, you force to catch it, but it eludes you. The easy path has led you nowhere. You move towards destruction.
The illustrious withdraw from these provocations. They think not aloud. They decide not openly. They act not hastily. They progress not in vain. They attain the glorious status ,in measured steps,in modest movement.
So, as we embark on the new decade, starting with 2010, the year has a beautiful rhythm twenty ten,let us prevail upon rashness, let us control temper and derision,let us refrain from harm and evil.
Coming to the positive remarks, let us toil towards prosperity and progress, let us improve quality and credibility, let us empower achievement and atonement.
Finally, a call ,most common uncommon, let us become more humane and more benign.
Shall we?
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My Dear Meenu
I wish to see my little Meenu,
To hear her cry
To feel her silky charm,
To diffuse in her innocence,
I sit crossed,
When is it going to be?
I desire to hold her close ,
To look into her lovely eyes,
To caress her smooth skin,
To lift her up and down,
I relax wondering,
When is it going to be
I yearn to kiss her cheeks,
To run my hand through her hair,
To put her to sleep in my lap,
To sing a soft lullaby.
I languish slightly,
When is it going to be?
I long to take her around,
To hold her small hand,
To teach her the ways of life,
To talk to her about nature,
I recline lethargically,
When is it going to be?
I like to note her growth.
To watch her roll ,
To espy her crawl,
To perceive her walk,
I fall back,
When is it going to be?
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