Lyricism

Lyricism is found  natural

no practice could sharpen or hone

it is  very intense and casual

both being  very chaste in tone

The expressions being spontaneous

words come out instantaneous

the mirth that surrounds with a veil

holds us breathless in a trail.

That piece of art over there

bids  you to look at them  with cheer

curiosity out bounds with a  glee

you perceive it with a mind free.

Be it a sculpture or a write

makes the heart rise up like a kite

up and up the thoughts fly

that which non money could buy.

Be that the lyricism I understand

where melody runs through in the band

the soul is stirred and turns ecstatic

while the  mellifluous overtakes the didactic.

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Nothing is Eternal

Nothing is eternal
 as everything turns terminal
 the determination is expensive
 could never be defensive
 as none can predict
 nor could edit

be the game of life
 a plant or animal in strife 

A Sail in The Boat.

A sail in the boat
 over the river afloat
 could never cause a jolt
 as the river holds
 no turbulence in  bold
 being of a passive mold
it flows without any rolls
 the boat sails pleasant
 causes nothing unpleasant
 a lively sojourn
 could be  one in a turn

An Abode.

Not so an  abode permanent
 be that of our body independent
 the soul resides for a while
 flies off in a style
 the abode is abandoned
 lies as one in tandem
 those alive hurry  and hasten
 dispose it in a land chosen
 the Hindus burn it  by lighting the pyre
 the Christians bury it in the cemetery
 that would be the end of the abode
 its existence would not find a code.

The "Eyed man"---As I Call.

Let us call him " eyedman"
 his eyes being reflective
 speak they many words
 let out they many expressions.

Never could they be congenial
 never are they cordial
 never would be kind
never looks benign.

The eyes of him
 shell out a scorn
 spread out a contempt
 he seems to be foxy.


His eyes behind the glasses
 send rays of anger
 furious they are
 pas on a bounty of evil.

He feigns a smile
 his eyes do not correspond
they let the cat out of the bag
 as they show what runs in his heart.


Cruel and callous he be
 greedy and snobbish he seems
 well could those be endured
 never his design of evil.


The eyed man lives likewise
 distributes hatred all around
 finds fault at every corner
 let him live likewise,

The Encomium in a Song.

Awesome is the word

stuck midway in my throat

amazing could be the word

seeing the one kept me afloat.

A meticulous  attempt it be

beautiful  all through

an idea different it be

like to see it  done all through.

A thought of originality  goes into

one of being the creativity at best

would become a great effort unto

an expression of overwhelming zest.

The niceties expressed  all the more

keeps me aghast for a while

the execution calls for once more

as I watch it  all the while.

What a way for a kid to think ?

my ten year old girl creates

a Barbie cake highlighting the blink

the caricature itself elevates.

She made the cake for her birthday

a wish she  cherished for long

a precursor to many accomplishments  in days

being my encomium  in this song.

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The Needed Advice.

Laugh your way out
 never brood in and out.

Smile your way in all
never file any court case in all.

Pleasant be thou to everyone
 never show contempt to anyone.
 

My advice to you being so dear
 would keep you s without fear 

An Expectation

An expectation as much
 makes you wait in such
 a tension as much
 a surprise as such
 being an amazement
 better be a displacement
 the way it goes on
 a ;ive;y way on and on.

The Fall Definite

Gradual it was

slow it seemed

a fall to be definite.

Unaware of the slide

a spend as usual

led to a fall definite.

Could it be wanton?

shutting  the eyes  to the real

brought  a fall definite.

Could it be an indifference?

making  it up next time

resulted in a fall  definite.

Ignorance could be a cause

might be a fault inherent

could be a reason for a fall definite.

So many ifs and buts

so many do's and don'ts

would see you fall definite.

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Much And Much Not.

Much can be said
 much cannot be done
 the way you earn your bread
could lead at times to fun.

Much can be told
 much cannot be found
 the way you are contained in a fold
could make you to kiss the ground.


Much can come in a round
 much cannot be attained in plenty
 the way would be different in and around
 could  leave you as much as in a dainty.

My Life is Not What I Chose.

My siblings made me what I am
they made me rise above all
 not out of love as in a call
 being one of rivalry in all.

They took everything from me
 not in a manner direct in a way
 could it be a grab indirect  in a sway
all that had been bequeathed to me in ways.

I was passive all through
 believed my parents greatly
 never rose against any invariably
thought I would be rewarded suitably.

Nothing came to me as inherent property
 all those were swindled by my siblings
  they joined together in the dealings
 seized all my rightful belongings.

I broke down and was inconsolable
 furious I turned all of a sudden
 the heart which was once a garden
 became so heavy with a burden.

I cried and I felt bitter
 resolved not to speak to them anymore
 they were happy for that all the more
 as they would not be questioned anymore.

They live happily with their children
 all of them around in a place
 while I run up and down in a race
my children too flew away in a phase.

Tell me who has  benefited the most
 am I or they in the course
 they seem to flourish with a force
 my life is not what I chose.

Spites And Swears.

He spills animosity
 his eyes reflect contempt
 scorn could be his name
 as he is monster in real.

He spites and swears
 rubs and shrugs off and now
casts an evil look  now and then
 a disaster in all.


He mimics and tweaks
 twitches and blows
 snorts and grunts
 makes sounds all the more.

A man  he be  with no generosity
 lives close by with treachery
loves to point his fingers
 more so

on faults than anything else.

Such be a man you know
 really have you met one
 if not come home one day
 would show him in all strength.

 

A Description

Cool as a cucumber 

colourful as a carrot

 lovely as a rose 

fresh as a lily 

 graceful as swan 

 beautiful as a peacock

 wise as Solomon 

 gentle as Brutus 

looks she all the more 

 gliding through like a breeze 

 gentle and soft as ever.

The Tell Tale Of A Flower.

Great be the tell tale of a flower
 the flower I saw yesterday
 so beautiful and  lay in a tower
 held its head in pride all the day.

Great be the tell tale of a flower
 the flower I see today
so withered and needs a shower
falls down dry and dead during the day.


Great be the tell tale of a flower
the same flower on both the days
 depict the different phases in a hover
the grace and the sag seen in the days .

Great be the tell tale of a flower
the flower seems to tell us
the triumph and defeat of power
in terms simple almost in a buzz.

See The Camera ----Haiku

See the camera 

 smile a little without fear 

 there you are.

See the camera 

stare not at it bare 

 there you are.

See the camera 

 stand not straight and still

there you are.

See the camera 

remain as casual in state 

 there you are.

The Mother I Am

The mother in me 

 goes beyond any fee 

 see through with glasses 

my sons' trespasses 

magnified they are to me alone 

though very insignificant in tone 

I went behind them all the way 

 allowed them not  to jump into any fray 

being my activity when they were young  and raw

now each one being far away  from my claws

live a life of integrity with an inner strength in all

 more so of my  discipline in the formative age in all

 never think that I sing my praise aloud  though 

I revel with satisfaction and smile with a glow.

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I Need Rest.

I need rest somehow
 would I anyhow
 know not how
 as I sit with work around

 none to help in the round
 I am duty bound
 my body aches
 my mind allows no takes
 I have to go on without a break
 till I close my eyes never in fake.
 

Battered By Sun

Battered by the Sun and its glow

endangered by the global warming 

the world is about to get a blow 

 could be anything of a disaster in the offing 

 one of  extreme warmth or bitter cold 

 either this one or the other on the whole 

a devour or a gobble anything so bold 

well that could be the destination or a goal.

A Day Of Travel

It is been a day of travel
 road and air in all
 hours together nonstop
 a climb and a get down on top
 an embark and a  disembark
all in a day's arc
 a trial happens all through
once in a month being a due
 cannot avoid being a place of business
 well, it has become a routine in a sense
 need I to undertake to keep my pot boil
 I have to put an extra  efforts of toil
 that being the turn of events in the years recent
 I ply  up and down to live in a way decent.

The Little Girl Learns Dance

My little girl  lives far away from me

she is  so sweet and graceful in  her moves

learns dance with such a tremendous  glee 

primarily her  steps being a  standing  proof

"thai, thakka, thai thakka"

she says with a rhythm

her foot goes along with the" jathi"

sings she the divine hymns melodiously

expresses the theme with a "sruthi"

her eyes express the "bhavas" so beautifully

I stood enticed by her graceful movements

watching her from a  reliable distance

cautious of not being found by her at any moment

as I heard from my son not with a defiance

she being a six year old  so tender and sweet

wishes not  to dance before me for reasons best known

keeping her in my lap  I coaxed her with a greet

carefully  asked her why she did not want to dance?

said she politely all the more  and all very pleasant

granny, you mastered dance long  long ago

I wish to  perfect myself and would dance decent

saying so she quit the place  not as any other time

just a march  or a straight walk as usual

glided nimbly with "thaia thakka"  "thakkitta "

proposing a captivating dance all so casual

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Ode To Heart.

The heart is never at one place

it  is always  on the move

a look, a read, a write in phases

a thought of food and sleep as proofs 

I am at home most  times

my heart travels all the more

I sit  unaware of the clock's chimes

my heart trots, jumps and runs even more.

The felicity of the travel it conjures

could be of no comparison whatsoever

it sees, glimpses, peeps without perjure

a nice little way to loiter around as ever.

The images it gathers in its distinct journey

the experiences it encounters all through

could be of nothing similar to the real  journey

has a lasting influence anyway all through.

The emotions and feelings it carries all the same

be the outcome of the day to day contentions

being active the subconscious plays a relentless game

while the conscious goes to sleep without retention.

The  roam of the heart turns extensive

a premonition being on the cards

could occasionally turn reclusive

a reflection at times of hard .

A heart of steel be the decorum

succumbs not to the wear and tear

if at all it  crumbles at the fulcrum

the physic collapses being unable to bear .

Saying so of the heart being an eulogy

the role of the heart is pivotal

unable to think of a fitting analogy

to"home is where the heart lies"being axial.

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The Explosion

There be an attack

sudden and intact

be it in an airport busy

a bomb  planted  tricky

near the Help Desk

exploded in a frisk

killed a score and more

there were many more

innocence trespassed  in the fray

pleasant face turned grey

those alive the minute before

fell dead the minute after

be so in Brussels  in the morning

a calamity of a terrible kind in the offing.

Garden Of Heaven

Garden of heaven

 could be in even

 all the goodies there 

 beautiful to share 

 the noble go there 

having been good here 

the garden of finery 

 a place to enjoy.

 

The Hand

The hand that knits 

 the hand that weaves 

 the hand that strings 

 the hand that writes

 the hand that draws

 all these hands

 belong to none other 

 belong to my mother

  

  

A Small Stone

A small stone
 being a pebble
seen in the rubble
 colourful  it was
many shades with a  gloss
 none noticed it  at all
  a pebble be it  in all
beautiful it looked
 valuable it hooked

 picked up the stone  slowly
 slid it into my pocket  gently
 forgot about it wholly
 thought of it much later
carelessly took it rather
 checked its veracity  confidentially
 gosh it was a treasure incredibly.

The Music From The Violin

The winds have turned soft
 quite contrary to the usual
the voices have turned soft
 different from the casual
that around looks soft
a  variant of the usual
 I seek all around
 what could be in the round?
a sweet melody flowed though
divine it was all through
 enchanting and  fascinating
the music from the violin
came through in a swing
 stood there like a stone
felt nothing is my own
 an ecstasy so soulful
 a feel so wonderful.

Write I

Write I with nothing in mind
 at times it is empty words
 most times being empty thoughts
 I write with as though I am great
 Knowing well I would not be  read
 that is how I spend my time
 never bothered about the clock's chimes.

Anything More Dense.

Nowadays I am the way

I turn not  on detractors

I hear not abuse

I feel not the contempt

stand resolved and stern

bother not of  others

know that for every  move

would be an arrest

for every word uttered

would be an opposite

not to be for the silence

would anything be more dense?

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One Of Promotion

It is one of blight
 calling for a flight
 a scenery of sight
 great in light
 up and down it goes
 in and out it comes
 a lively diaspora
 being one of a promotion.

Watch Me .

Watch me write

Engrossed in a serious plight

Watch me fight

Present a ridiculous  sight

Watch   me  bite

Woudl appear funny right

Watch me light

A significance not slight

Watch my height

Would seem to be not bright

The physical not alright

The  mental  has no insight.

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Close To Midnight.

A wait for a call
 keeps me awake
 being close to midnight
 I wait for the call.

The call did come
 came as an awaken
 being close to midnight'
I go to sleep happy.

Count The Stars---Allegory

Counting the stars

those in the sky

counting one by one

as  slowly  in a try

counting in a sequence

could be a plausible buy

counting at random

could be a difficult tie

yet I counted  them

as if I am  an astronomer

I counted them

committing not  a misnomer

I counted them

all the more longer

I counted them

with being almost a failure

a reason not to aspire beyond

as they elude like a mirage

a status  being too much high

as always away from the range

a desire too great  in proportion

being all the way an avarice  not strange.


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A Metaphor.

The rose is beautiful

petals are soft  and wonderful

silky and shining  being an attraction

so  goes the general  description.

The rose is tender

protect it from any offender

held harsh crumbles and falls

could this be another call?

Life is beautiful

look at it with eyes wonderful

flaws turn into a glossy gleam

nothing  strikes the beam.

Life is tender

tempers and anger being the offenders

bridle the anger as much as you could

never try to speak rude .

Roses dance in the air

rose, red and blue in all

life blossoms in different hues

rose and red green and blue.

Not I sing a song of praise

nor I sit and watch it rise

rose and life seen together

professes a metaphorical refer.

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Raga And Thala

Raga and thala

 synchronize with the lyrics  beautifully
 melody pervades through.

The Felicity

The ups and downs
 the notations and cadence
 the melody in a flow
 go strong   and slow
 that be the beauty of music
 be one of every art not static
 the strength passes along
 the felicity lingers through. 

The Musical Flow ---- Haiku

The music flows
smooth not with a force
 fills in course.

A Fallen Tooth

My little  girl calls me regularly

the day before  her  front tooth had falle

she would report each and every episode  daily

I should have listened to her passively

instead  questioned her  as how she looks  now

should  have stopped at that juncture

nay I did not refrain all the way

asked her  with a  mischievous twinkle

how she looks  with a big gap in front

"do you  look better or worse?"

her  sharp reply startled me  wholly

said she it is not better or worse as such

looks different as much .

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Listening To Music

Listening to music  in all

 could be the same one  in call

 lends an ecstasy in  full

 none other forces a pull

 music being that of a legendary 

 or even the one at entry

reverberates and echoes 

tranquility  descends  in the course 

the niceties flow through in a sail

lingers and spreads  softly never in a frail

 an experience in itself  all too divine 

a feel beyond the regular great in line.

 

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An Urge.

It is an urge 

 not in the verge 

 from the depth 

 grows in strength 

 ever  beautiful 

 looks wonderful 

 a love  to keep it fresh

green and lush 

 makes me over protective 

I  am not a detective 

do not mistake me as one 

 I like to nurture my passion 

 without any breaks and falls 

 well, that is my call.

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Atrocious Way.

It is an exasperation
 that  of a depression
 want to know more
 let me tell  if not a bore
 the way he earned
 being  a suspicious yearn
 he made money in sort
 could  say he bought
 not once or twice
 being that always
 every fortune he swiped
 he engaged in a bribe
 money played a part  largely
so did the factors extensively
 morality was at stake
 the treasure was his take
 did not last for long
 now it as turned all wrong
 be that the fate  he says
nay it is his  atrocious way.

Does it Sound Improper?

A set of people
all crazy people
 live on wealth
  ancestor's wealth
 never think of earning
 as they have saving
not out of their hard labour
 out of their frugal  harbour
 talk high and wide
 take the sides
whenever necessary
very dull headed entirely
yet they prosper
does it sound improper?

Not A Version

Not a version

could be a reason

one with a fusion

at times of season

live I for no fun

go  with interests in tons

every thing scores not  high

so I go  not for the buy

I keep away with a shy

that be the version in all

lest it would predict a fall.

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The Expectations

The sun has turned hot
 excess of heat throughout
 a stunning effect
 what could be the defect?
 global warming they say
 climate deals are in the way
 a late rise up all the more
 a call from the world even more
 stop the emission of gas
 resort to natural cause
 no plastics, no unmindful usage
 well could be a stellar arrange
 all for the good of the generations
 who are to come with expectations.