Aspiring To Become A Poet.

Aspiring to become a poet
 I sit in a place quiet
 take my pen to write
 as I

see the kite
 my mind flys with it high
 I turn to my page with a sigh
 earnestly start to write
 I see the stars in the night
 I am bowled by their beauty
 reminded of my duty
 I come back to my page
 find nothing in range
 I attempt to write
 well, this is the fight
 I face all through
I write nothing it is true..

Simple He Was---Abdul Kalam

Away he flew
into the wilderness
in  a rush as always
a minute  before he was alive
talked to his students with a drive
 addressing them with a great start
the flow came in a dart
silence overtook him unusually
he sunk down very casually
his wisdom crossed all spheres
old and young are immersed in tears
 a teacher, a scientist, a president all in one
 liked to be called as a teacher in tone
born with nothing in his hand
died with knowledge as his brand
no other treasure had he
being simple was his virtue.

The Mind Oscillates

The mind oscillates
 goes back and front
 not able to rest
runs up in a suspension
 falls down in a depression
 has been  circumvented
 totally circumscribed
could be this it thinks aloud
 could be that it squeezes in between
 not knowing what to do
 it relies on a cloud far
 gazing at the stars that twinkle
  struggling the heart aches
the pain strikes again and again
 well,  that is the  I went through
 the week past and the one before
could I find a solution definitely
 I know not totally.

All Inclusive

It is all inclusive
could be incisive
 well with an infusive
could never turn repulsive
not in any way indicative
 a charm very effusive
never should it become elusive
that way it goes with an intutive
not to say in a manner luminative.

The Mind At Rest.

 It is rest
 a much-wanted test
 an oscillation of the mind
 falls back in a kind
 was upset for a fortnight
 the chest became heavy and tight
 a ruthless way in an approach
 set the spirits to encroach
 wander through a sphere of pathos
fell downcast in a strange lack of gloss
everything seemed to be shady
 the work lost its momentum became tardy
bore it with a tear  hidden behind the eyelids
have tided over the crisis with a strong bid
 well, that happens not only to me
 most of us undergo the same in the spree.

We Rock.

Grace be the day
 gracious be the men
 Great be the time
 greatness be the qualities.
 Elevated be the thoughts
 elation be the idealism.
That way we rock
 keeping one in track.

The Heat

The heat I experience
 penetrates through the skin
 goes  with a reference
makes the muscle wriggle with pain
force me to a state of fatigue
 never did I feel such heat
 this year it is unique
 it is terribly upbeat.