Being a wonder anyway
has its own flaws in the way
the entire looks beautiful
characteristics as such wonderful
the details vary a little
the structure is brittle
yet it is a wonder anyway
the flaws disappear on the way.
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The Snobbishness As I See
The love for the big
turns an obsession quick
could be termed an aspiration
a progress and an ambition
not so always I think
had me many a time blink
when friends talk of their riches
minding not the time in glitches
a boast of their wealth inappropriate
even at times of loss seem inadequate
how could they delve so deep I wonder
did not the tragedy turn them realistic I ponder
could be to camouflage their grief in a way
I doubt these interpretations in a play
as the snobbishness is interred deep in the heart
it comes not choosing the time in short
the exposition is so bare and raw
perhaps I could dub it as a great flaw.
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The Wonder.
The wonder it is
archaic it looks
pillars tall and elegant
arches intrinsic and decorative
corridors large and wide
bays lively and big
the doors magnificent and majestic
the windows subtle and strong
all the adjectives go to make
no need more qualifying words
as the wonder I see with awe
stands out without any flaw
an architectural marvel in all
should be seen by all.
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An Unexplainable Feeling
A feel I cannot explain
I am at a loss rather
Could not decipher
What could it be?
I really wonder.
I sit in a corner
Casually I gather
as my thoughts meander
down I go yonder
I sulk and garner
Sure, it is a pain
I cannot feign
I see no gain.
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My Dead Granny
There was a woman
not been known much
lived in oblivion
died so in the dark
bore the suffering
tolerated the humiliation
breathed her last seven decades ago
comes from nowhere
almost like a volcano
grandchildren cry with love
attribute her qualities with pride
stand I bewildered in shock
the mind prods and feels stuck
anything gone amiss ?
anywhere to anyone.
Men do remember
not in times of prosperity
only in periods of distress
they recall the bygones
more so their ancestors
This way my curiosity wo
nders
Well, I know not why
am I the only one to think so
then let me be the odd one out
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The Bull and the Bear.
The bull and the bear
go with the stock market
the bull is aggressive
the bear is meek
the dashing bull
attacks the market
pushes it up
while the bear
in his dandy move
strikes the stocks
unable to bear its weight
they fall down
this be the play in the stocks
with the rise and fall
Know not where
the bull and bear
find their way
acronyms trigger
a wonder and a ponder.
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The Dark Night.
Into the night
there is a dazzle
that which catches the eye
a gleam thoroughly beautiful
sat there wondering
how awesome the darkness is.
In amazement I watch the stillness
how long I stood there
I really do not know
Yet it was an exhilaration
that could be felt all the more
by just gazing at the sky.
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The Rose On A Thorn
Seated on a thorn
the rose looks beautiful
aware of its risk
where a slight turn
this side or that
would bring a disaster.
r
emember a delicate little flower
with its lovely colour
and soft silk like petals
finds its hold on a thorn.
Wondering how it balances
all through without getting hurt
is an enigma to me throughout
like so many other incongruities
that get on well and prosper
The little one was crying.
Was it for milk or anything else ?
Kept me wondering.
His cry slowly become a sob.
Was it for milk or anything else?
made me worrying.
It gradually gave way to a whimper.
Was it for milk or anything else?
I started thinking.
The whimper became a whining
Was it for milk or anything else?
The apprehension kept me on tip toe
as the mother walked in softly in a tip toe.
The baby’s whine became a smile in no time
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Long Live.
Long live the King!
Long live the nation!
Longevity is a jubilation.
Live long is everyone’s wish.
Live long is everyone’s dream.
Live long for what I wonder?
Live long to fight with one another.
Live long to spend as much as possible
Live long to seek help to go about .
Live long to depend on others.
Live long to experience solitude.
Live long to wriggle in pain.
Live long to gaze at the sky.
Live long to count the stars.
Live long to talk to self.
If so long live Man!
Longevity is a jubilation.
Ain’t it?
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