The Inner Cat

Chains are pulled straight,
Burry the tome of fear!
Long wait brings gratis,...
Thee venture thy effort!

The cry or the laugh at times,
The old barter system,
All we believed rightly,
One for one, without a whine.

Who is with no delay this day?
Only the time which ticks,
A melancholy of a trice,
Without a relay, short lived!

No nights are dark forever,
There are days sans brightness,
East to the west, the dogged norms,
A prose or the poem for years!

“Hope” the clutch of straw,
“Aspire”, the road of hope,
“Dream” drive of aspiration,
Don’t kill the inner cat!

A PRAYER

Years leave behind the dreams,
Filled or half filled even so,
Elucidate thy resolutions,
The to-do list never ends.

The moment, this time counts,
Possibilities from the odds,
Far away from home, a few
Expects the preordain effects.

Let this be a prayer song,
For those in the sickbay,
Or in the last cradle swing,
Wishing them some more years!

Those in the roadway, regrets,
For the same shine and rain,
Let this year brings the most,
Opulence to their hearts.

The solitary army men,
In the pinnacle war earth,
Shielding the mother land,
Please… no poverty to bravery!

Lovely wishes for those folks,
With the feet lock not asked for,
The day and night seems to be,
More Concordant to each other.

The road to the hope never ends,
Let us continue the share of merry
To the unattended, to the less known
Spring promises always better sets!

GEOMETRY

The Three lines a triangle,

Four lines join to a quadrangle,

They taught me at the school,

The basic so called the maths!

In the divisions ahead,

I learned to appropriate by self,

The life’s geometric disciplines,

Both the angle of acute and obtuse.

In the broadened horizon,

I take double the breath,

With the solids, its mensuration,

Easier said than done before!

Some are the critical spheres,

There are sharp cones,

And some fluttering rhombus,

Round circles big and small.

I must go back at this point,

With the geometric tools,

To learn the basics once more,

For the better solid forms!!!

'He’, ‘She’, or ‘the tree’?

'He’, ‘She’, or ‘the tree’?
It composes a logical sense,
With moments and movements;
Every day at the shine,
When I surpass that bridge,
My mind judges,
Who is auspicious to receive
An ovation of the mass!
‘He’, ‘She’, or ‘the tree’?
The rolling four wheels,
Her bread for the day end,
She poses sobbing eyes,
Mirror of her yester years,
Out of the four wheels,
The one is puncher!
But she prefer moving ahead,
With a great zeal towards destiny!
Now ‘He’ tows bit direr look,
Staring through the glass windows,
Which his Dr Son gifted,
His look, for a better light,
From the trenches of darkness,
In the restricted walk area,
His pretence of laugh,
Convey the messages of tomorrow!
The third one, the tree,
Passed her eighty autumns,
In the favorite yellows,
Parasol of thousands who passes,
Waiting for her death approval,
The civic bodies claims,
Her old age, as a danger,
Signs our self beware of getting old...!
‘He’, ‘She’, or ‘the tree’?

An one more 'plus'

When I put cantos in a note,

Year on year to greet the dear

A ball more to the age case,

With a note, you are grown old by one.

Days of yore covered a series,

From munching the chockies,

The lovely dawdle time,

Now the vim and vigor!

A crack of dawn and the sun down,

The clock ticks twenty four rings,

Ups and down; either at a time

The merry moments and the torments!

Now when the one more plus one

To the traveled skies,

I wish a shift to a new height,

Good to better and to the best!!!

Me & Mine

On a day light moment,
I penned first,
My nine letter name in cursive,
When somebody asked to concur.

The art of the flow,
Round aloft, in a sequence,
I was in my rose time then,
With the gifted ones sans a cry!
Began a novel paradise,
I remained as an introvert,
A rose in my hand, heartfelt,
The accord not made any grade!
Remorse overshadowed the reactions,
Mulling over my family unit,
To whom I owe much,
I traveled north, for the bread.
The stay for a while discern,
The true part of mine,
Where I have signed,
For two years and a half term.
The second innings launched,
With the bank and the accounts,
Unlocked a wide range,
Who steered me to the true right.
And then the wedded life,
On a valentine season,
The knot was truly strong,
To show the light and the right!
Now rehearsing to cursive,
In a fortnight, I feel,
I am near to the doll’s house
To greet my little tot a welcome!

Three Bangles

The Jingle and tinkle is lying on, 
Three little bangles,
Rambling all the way,
Emotion adds to day’s paddock.

The season went out, comes in,
It stands out more with time,
This day, it lay concrete so on,
Guiding the minds to the right.

May be on all sides it is small,
It never moved back,
Even in the dark shade,
Or in the deep summer.

“He” may call for to tap back,
Let vie be in a loop until,
The upshot is festive around,
Same round, and it is point one stone.

[dedicated to my ever loving friend, JT!!!! The poem is about the bangles in her hand. She is one more to her sixty. Deeply glad to work with a person like her, who always wear a moving smile in her face. She adds more color everyday to our relationship. Feels so Glad and happy to dedicate my humble gift in this early Thanks Giving season]

Color

Who can connote a reason,
How does a color vary?
The views gathered poles apart,
Some is evidence for, 
And more unseen.

When the shift is meant for,
Dark to the light term,
People are more ardent,
The double joy,
The detriment what so many!

Time and again they were taught,
To take, as they like,
Easier said than done,
Be safe and sound,
Conceived notions so hard!

The change is artless,
The color may grow fainter,
The cloth in tatters,
You may well left out,
With a pin of “gobbledygook”

Season

‘Relation’ now is a feral term

No more bestow,

It’s a season of love,

Regards to times of yore!

You equip the love like the previous?

Then you may be in the walkway,

To the lovely history museum,

Where all are in the order.

‘Yes…!’  There may be visitors,
With the similar rounded eyes,

Sixty degree inclined to left,

With the dim-witted findings!

Somewhat missing the initial shine,

 The cock – crow time, half dressed,

Two fold or three times you give,

The fashion now is ‘un attend’!

The more you give, the more you wait,

And more you wait, more you think,

The more you think, more you sob,

More you sob, you will sob… that’s all!

The rhyme of “V” sign

Today when sun shined,

My way was more lit,

A lot changed, too our acts,

You not lone through this way!

We travelled the parallel way,

We don’t know each other,

But we met, and now,

We are in a line, so aligned

I am sure, we will glide,

Together ahead,

How the storm may comes,

And before the dark bounds,

We have to reach the crest

We will sail, and we will sail

We will façade, the rhyme of “V” sign anyway!

Amnesia

You abet their move forward,

No park, absolutely no cost,

Their calculations so astute,

You may be to the down road.

The winning shine, thumbs up,

The fellow Minds puff more,

For the self renown,

One hundred plus one bouquet.

The illness of selective amnesia,

To pass on the credit is an art,

Graduated by many around,

Beware the road is not smooth!

An overdue

And when I turned up,
Abet that u pave,
I am so treasured,
And so same my way!
A six letters what so
It repays?
An overdue still,
For this life.
Your well wishes,
For a better day,
Where I like to stay,
So same, as I am!!!

The july night

You counted the truth,
a simple walk, from the start
in His path, so determined
nigh on to the tops.
Thanks to the november,
which gifted the star,
a crack of a new dawn,
a great fortune indeed,
that is more in need,
in our merry shell.
His love, His mercy,
the lovely crystals,
you always deem more
- to the rubies or corals.
You too travelled the dark,
where no lovely meadows,
only shadows that mobs,
sans refuse, so certain.
Yet the July night,
carried the shine,
to rest in a flash.
What my sorry can do for thee?

As it is

Who cares in this crowd?
No fair endeavor,
The world, so busy,
Thou shall train thyself.

The truth at the rear,
Nonetheless to write off,
'The supreme fate'
So eager, far and wide.

Born, in penury,
The careful steps,
The usual mount and rest,
Yet I voted, as it is.

In the darkness,
I guarded,
More for the trench,
Hence the clear road!

At times, I was in awe,
Of life's monkeyshines,
Singlehanded I fought,
A life sans comfort.

Yet, I will go on,
Better to go on,
As it is,
The way it is....!

A Wish..

Another year spend by,
Speck added to memoirs,
The similar sunrise, the set,
Over... over again.

Alas some sorry notes,
Bliss certain, somehow,
That's the mix so set,
To keep the scale focused.

The journey further on,
A trip to the new skies,
Yet to propose although,
Count me in, to hold thee...!

Footprints

Mangroves danced,
Once so fluffily,
That air fragranced
My world around.

Lovely bird’s song,
Floated in this hazy sphere.
I was privileged,
To perceive that too.

I was full indeed,
That live was my ground,
With my sweet tots,
Where my happiness rebounds.

They groaned, they grown.
I did, what they said,
Even they did, what I yearned.
Life went so merrily!

Now the shift came,
“Fullness to empty”
They dashed free,
I am here with the dread.

Lot more to go,
Today no more soul-
-To keep me slow,
My quad kept spruced.
Sans footprints!

A.. B.. C..

A beautiful world
Below the sky,
Changing its way,
Disappearing away!
Each day, a theme,
Fixed ready, no check,
Gently you open,
However it may.
It’s your ride,
Just not anyhow,
Know your course,
Let that be your pay!
Many logs you tuck,
Never lose anyway,
Oh... no worries I say,
Please count on thy scores.
Quickly cover the days,
Reveal then your way,
Secret those others lay.
Throw away the cries,
Uncover your eyes,
Volunteer a smile,
With a fire on eyes,
X times to your cries,
Years then fly,
Zigzag to zenith!

Casket

I laugh, today I cry,
Unaccompanied by any.
I saved nothing, but pain,
Being alone; Arrows of loneliness.

Life once opened my way,
A beautiful way indeed,
But I missed, really missed,
Now I missed absolutely.

It gave me everything,
A darling wife,
Lovely kids,
Even a sound health.

What left now?
These four glassy walls,
A gush of frozen air,
A lovely blanket cover.

No more meadows,
No more woods,
Hardly any hum,
I am now freezing!