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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Adore, not abhor

The red rose whispers of passion,
A slow murmur of vivacity and verve,
The urge for love attains satiation,
The contented sigh shan’t unnerve!

And the white rose breathes love,
The wheeze of life meant to persist,
Adoration abounds, seeks to prove,
Over loathe and revulsion, can desist.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Prominence

Sink in, it doesn't,
Assimilation is hard,
Ubiquitous grief

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Iconic

An Icon, he was known,
Lonely, on his own,
Love him or hate him,
Can’t ever ignore him,
Talk about, they all do,
Things to say, quite a few,
He looked very gentle,
Held the entertainer mantle,
A sadness to the story,
Rise to and fall from glory,
For his soul, an offer of prayers,
A very sad state of affairs!

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Rhythmic beauty

Rhythmic beauty
With dazzling exterior,
Rhythmic beauty
Almost the stature of a deity,
Arresting in its demeanor,
None wicked, entirely ardor,
Rhythmic beauty

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Poems by a budding poet

Guest poet: Someone's niece

‘Someone’s Niece’ is all of 6 years old and loves writing and reciting poems! This is her maiden attempt at writing


Pop Corn:
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Pop Pop Pop
Popcorn sweet
I like Popcorn
Do you like Popcorn?


School
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School!!!! Its the first day of school
I love school


Cats:
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Old Cat Young Cat
Black Cat, White Cat
Do you like cats?

Friday, June 12, 2009

Sides of a coin

Sweet are the sounds of success,
With the drum roll and the reveal,
Though upon it, we tend to obsess
Failure does have its own appeal.

Rejections hurt, but play their part,
The constant fear of it, did hang.
Lessons of life, it does impact.
“sides of a coin”, thus people sang.

Success, to some, always came late,
Disappointed, they continue to trudge,
It seemed as though it’d never abate,
Turnaround it did, never holding a grudge.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

In memory...

Forget-me-not, I cross my heart,
Distance shall never keep us apart,
I promised her and she said to me,
Goodbye until the next time we see.

Forget her ever? No I did not,
Though at times, close I got,
In this and that, her memory I sought,
In remorse, often, I was wrought.

Pausing my thoughts, I realize,
Little things of her, I recognize,
Nowhere else, but deep within,
Safe in my heart, she has been!


In memory of my grandmother... who is always in my heart...

Clutter sputter

Its that time of the year,
When clutter, we try to clear,
Purging our homes, as we do,
Out with the old, in with the new.

Can we also have a yard sale,
For all our thoughts that are stale?
Can we all have a personal pensieve?
Or does the mind always deceive?

On the other hand, I do wonder,
Will any for my thoughts, ponder?
Will I be able to put a price sticker?
At the very thought, I snicker!!

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Rationally irrational

Started out with a keepsake collection,
An innocent hobby that was worthwhile,
Soon turned into a dangerous obsession,
Restless in the mission to stock pile.

There is always a fine line of division,
Between various states, for mankind,
There is realist and from it deviation,
Putting us all in a constant bind!

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Bouquet of wishes

A year passes by,
Time breezed through,
Made you laugh and cry,
Among it all, love grew.

Start of another year,
Look ahead, while looking back,
Loved ones far and near,
Wishes for you, they continue to stack!

Happy Anniversary!!

You know who you are... :)


The final act

The book was thick and black,
Her precious manuscripts it held,
And, covered with dust it was,
Along with it, her dreams withered.

She trudged along to the attic,
Its boards were bowed and creaking,
Rummaging through the boxes,
She found her past, from them, peeking.

Straining she brought, a smile to her lips,
With a heavy heart, struggled to let go,
As she lay down for a brief respite,
She then knew, it was time to end her show.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Soul mate

Spending a lifetime,
in search of the one,
but, is it in vain?
Or is that just life?
Do we really need,
one to give that name?
Can we be our own
personal soul mate?

Unscathed radiance

MondayMural

Magnolias in bloom,
in its full splendor,
Born to spread the joy,
its simplicity, its grandeur.

Strength in its frailty,
Lack of symmetry, its allure.
Exquisite in its elegance,
And, vagaries it'll endure.

Nestled amidst the lake,
Untouched by man,
Nature's magnificence,
Enjoy it, while you can.