Ten Years.

I look back with joy

ten long years  have gone

I am still on.


I came  for a holiday

ten years  have turned

all my days.


I purposefully came

ten years back to watch an event

now, I am a savant.


The turns  and twists in my life

cannot  be  arranged  in order

push me to a disorder.


I am a circumstantial  prisoner

in and out I go and come

better if I had been dumb.










It Is Being Years Now.

It is being years now

an incident comes back

not in real as such

in memory as such.


It is being years

a bride being advised

not by anyone as such

by the mother as much.


Being not one of long

being one word strong

be smart  as such

smarter as much.


The bride nodded

this way and that way

understanding not as such

not  fully  as much.


The bride being me.


It is being years now

the bride has turned old

comes to know as such

meets the eye now as much.


It is the word smart

holds on to me even now

being one of value as such

prudence be it as much.


It means a lot now to me

careful and cautious

patient and never in haste as such

sweet and charming as such.


It interprets in many ways  to me

see through in depth

never go into the intricacies as such

nor  be out of them as much.


Have gone through a lot in life

fun , strife, struggle altogether

never did I cow down as such

remained upbeat as much.


It is being years  now.a-mothers-advice-to-her-daughter-1-728

I stand up with pride

the one word was enough as such

a solid and sure guide as much.















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The Weeks And Years

Five days in  a week

I go  without a sneak

two more days of the week

make me sneak.

I sniff and smell a lot

nothing much to give a thought

I go about in a sort

casting on the way, not a doubt.

The seven days  pass as such

I move about in a stretch

I cross the length and breadth

almost with great strength.

Years have  rolled on as well

the clocks continue to strike the bell

noise has rocked like hell

as I look at my life through a shell.impfrswpzropnvhpuplr

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A silent Spectator

The thoughts ignite

the touch tickles

the words inspire

the experience teaches

the  years roll by

with days and hours

not a great difference that makes silent spectator

as a baby becomes a toddler

a kid an adult

an adult turns a man

with the wisdom accumulated

that be the normal course

nothing new as it is

you might exclaim

I tell you  all the more

natural it might appear

it has so many depths

and so many insights

that keeps us at bay

could I call them an intrigue

could  we accept them as the course

with mishaps and accidents on the anvil

with debris and disaster on the premise

with a fall down and falter on the path

I know not what to say

I would keep  away

I would be  a spectator   as well

a silent spectator on the stroll.


The Experienced Love.

Married through forty years
love going strong all through
with the sensual love of early years
slowly subduing and blossoming up into new
flowering into a bond of understanding
where flirtations have given way to realisation
with the serious thought and graceful dealing
leading one into another to a perfect recognition
the couple go holding their hands together
carefully crossing the tides in total elegance
might be prescribing a style with relevance..

happy couple

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The Lost Days

Lost is   days of youth.

Lost is  days of mirth.

Lost is  days of joy.

Lost is  days of toy.

Lost is days of evolution.

Lost is  days of  the revolution.

Lost is days of enthusiasm.

Lost is days of experiences awesome.

Lost is  days of adaptability.

Lost is  days of flexibility.

Lost is  days of attraction.

Lost is  days of distractions.

Lost is days and years.

As we lose ourselves in tears.

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A Lilt On Life.

Pretensions get the better of life.

Pretexts go along with the strife.

Well, that is generally life.


Apprehensions rob the best part of life.

Anxiety dissects the major part of strife.

Well, that is invariably life.


Distinctions crawl amidst the delicate  life.

Desire annihilates the  valiant strife.

Well, that is incidentally life.


Ingratitude plucks the lovely part of life.

Inertia destroys the strenuous  strife.

Well, that is inimitably life.


Jealousy eats up the major part of  life.

Jeering kills the sincere  strife.

Well, that is significantly life.


Vengeance  corrupts  the entire  life.

Vicious  condemns the velocity of  strife.

Well, that is inadvertently life.


Years roll up to complete the cycle of  life.

Yearnings move up to conclude the endless strife.

Well, that brings to the  fag-end  of life.