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You And I


The year that was

gives rise to a cause

being one of disasters many

man made mostly

blame we the nature

as if it has lost its composure.

 

Greed of man as talked by all

has brought this fall

the incidents of  the  Chennai floods

drains one’s blood

the horror still looms in the mind

a tragedy in a kind.

 

Water bodies turn overnight

become plots and site

portioned and sold as fast

buildings come up faster

not single story house as in the past

multi stories in a concrete cast.

 

Men swarm like bees  in a move

buy the apartments in  fool proof

settle with such a haste  and hurry

as if there exists nothing else to worry

live in a pigeon’s hole as most are

happily in lands very much far.

 

The land being an erstwhile estuary

has a soil clayey and  marshy

the buildings seem to crack quick

a gap which could allow a stick

the soil pulls the skyscrapers down

the dwellers start to mumble and frown.

 

Then comes the unprecedented rains

sweeping through the men against their brains

it pours day and night with such velocity

the administration  opens the catchments noiselessly

the water gushes out in such speed

devouring the land and man with such greed.

 

A hue and a cry hit the sky

the rain non stop pours without any deny

the water starved Chennai is inundated

its people cry for mercy  being devastated

the governance sits back in the seat

it is the kindred spirit that jumps out upbeat.

 

Who is to be blamed ? you and I ask

it is you and I beyond all task

you and I voted in the elections

you and I opted to buy  for reasons

you and I let go the rules ignored

you and I are squarely to be blamed.

 

Leave the year 2015  to the annals of history

Let the year 2016 be an year that could make history

Let us all take a vow to honour Nature

Let us  all respect her stature

With these resolutions let us greet 2016

the year inherent with the qualities of sweet 16.

 

I’m sharing my #TalesOf2015 with BlogAdda

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Absolute. Poetry

God Is With Me And You


God is in me

God is in you.

God is within me

God is  without too.

The God in us

seen in our deeds

calls for a bless

not for ill deeds.

God is nothing other

it is the soul in the inner

if we not bother

He would blossom further.

God is absolute

found in Nature

He is resolute

as seen in all feature.

God is beautiful

personified in every detail

He is wonderful

shows, not anything futile.

The prayers to resurrect

The prayers for the welfare

are  but  a bisect

tear apart the regular fare.

Speak no lie

God  will be with you.

Commit no sin even in a try

God will be with you.

The chant and slokas

the yagams and homams

the pilgrimage and penance

are not honoured by God.

He does not demand

He does not receive.

He never commands

nor he deceives.

God is in you and I

let us go in a way straight

never beseech or cry

God in me always do the right.

I might sound different

my words  could cause a dislike

I am very definite in my reference

Take it  or leave it to your like

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You, Me And Them


I was born

before I could remember

hear  your chuckle.

I grew up

before I could recognise

I could hear your tease.

I got married

family before I could understand

see you laugh.

I gave birth to children

before I could realize

can see you smile.

They  grew up fast

before I could adjust

can hear your talk.

They moved away from me

before I could rise

you watch me curious.

I live with my thoughts

past, present and future

an existence of the sake

That is how it goes

you, me and them

a start and an end.

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Age Beauty break Enlightenment Interpretation Lesson True

Mind You


 Mind you it  is another day,

Not different from any day,

 Mind you it is a usual  wake up,

Not very different from  other get ups.

 

 Mind you it is going about the normal way,

Buying grocery at the sub way,

Holding a while in the mad  traffic,

Exhausting the energy quick.

 

Mind you it is another page of your life,

Quickly turned  reflecting the hurried strife,

It is a fresh leaf out in the lease,

Cautiously straightened for a release.

 

 Mind you age rolls out in brisk speed,

Withering the face to  a wrinkled seed,

Customs break the beauty  to an  antique calm,

Sagging muscles detonate the  exuding charm.

 

Mind you  life flows on like a river,

Years move on in a quiver,

Bringing cheer and sadness together,

Well, that is how another day gathers.