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Perched at the bus stand my musings stood,

Halting its impulsive train on the mundane wood.

The trees sang in organic harmony with their heavy hood,

Dropping flowers of all colours like they ne’er would.

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My journey hasn’t started but I hummed along,

Communing with Nature travelling a furlong.

My bus misses my travels strumming a different song,

While it uses a frequency of a stronger prong.

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My heartbeat sounded from a melodious tine,

Following the tune of my mind’s whining pine.

A harmonious body and mind to suavely align,

With the forces of nature for a heady trine,

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Changes in tune have a marked impact,

As sounds in the rush and swirl sway to distract.

There is an association to time that’s vaguely abstract,

Stifling the connection we’re given to protract.

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The beauty of Nature is on an ethereal plane,

The mechanical works are in a rugged lane,

Sorting the two out decides our temporal vane,

With a measured tread to keep our vein.

 

Stilling Journey

The smell of rain has dawned upon,

The flowers are ready to blossom yon,

Time has stilled on in a somber foregone,

The break of dawn is cracking into morn.

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Light spreads on our petals as we glow,

Resonating with nature as we go with the flow,

A tranquil blessing while we start to grow,

And breathe life into the seeds we sow.

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We stop our journey on the ladder of success,

And observe the veil of what we possess,

Caressing the art that we’ve carried to assess,

Musing upon what we cannot access.

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An artist would look at his stark contrast,

Stalling creation as he takes a repast,

Thinking about the world he’s wants to go past,

In a ship driven by his creative mast.

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Nature’s beats go on as before,

A pause is what we would like to have more,

To dream of casts and carve them to store,

Fulfilling our dreams as we head to the shore.

Awarded ‘Poem of the Week’ at Jingle Poetry for this entry: Stilling Journey

Warring Foes

The people from Sparta are wishing to slay,

And score a hatrick of victories with much to say,

They hoist their flags of joy in prepared hay,

Bustling into their strides to force their way.

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Mammoths are looking to make a massive change,

To trample any team that sizes them to range,

In a lazy eloquence that’s fantastically strange,

They wield their might with stakes to re-arrange.

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The Warriors have it in them to gallantly fight,

Shooting arrows of victory to stamp their might,

And proclaim their worth on a fearsome kite,

Tactics of war are their forte and no one’s taking them light.

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Dragons are breathing fire like never,

Adding fuel to their plans to smoke others forever,

They’re fierce and strong and also raveningly clever,

Watch out for a battle with a unique flavour.

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The Romans would look to do it best at home,

Expanding their empire as they build their dome,

They’re afflicted with quite a warring syndrome,

To vanquish their opponents in a crumbling comb.

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Trojans are looking for a kingdom to defeat,

And scale the walls with all their feat,

They look to crush the teams like minced meat,

Coming out on top is an arduous task to meet.

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Sultans are raring to go on a fight of authority,

Showing strengths of courage with touches of audacity,

A sultanate of power for the world in generosity,

To conquer it all with a wave of ferocity.

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Mongols have a way of effectively tackling,

As their schemes are known to be utterly baffling,

The art of scoring is what causes much rattling,

To win their art of war is what leaves everyone battling.

Kindling Romanticism


The stage is set for a drama so tense,

But the players aren’t willing to revel in the suspense.

There’s many a tide that makes hardly any sense,

Taken at many a flood viewed through a deeper lens.

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The placid waters have taken a notorious turn,

As we drink in the drops in our attempt to learn,

What lies beyond the ocean we tend to discern,

Is an eternal drama uncovering plenty of urn.

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The fun of it all is in the judgments of art we take,

To confuse plotted journeys for reality’s sake,

There ain’t a mask we’re ready to make,

Dripping with abundant  emotion to make a deserted lake.

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When Naturalism plots a plot-less  path of laze,

Romanticism entwines it to form a startling maze,

Burdening our mind in a scurrying trauma of craze,

And blowing the cobwebs in a frenzy to amaze.

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The choices we make have a massive stake,

As our lives leap in flight in the closing wake,

And dance to the romance of a terrifying make,

As Romanticism cuts the cake we’ve set to bake.

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Destiny’s shape has taken on a darker twist,

As it’s now covered in glory in a heavy mist.

‘Twas not hitherto defined in my weirdest list,

But my life is now dotted with bountiful tryst.

Published in ‘The Copperfield Review’:Kindling Romanticism

Dark Hues

You tread my carelessly beaten path as I fall astray,

Blinded by the light that comes your way.

Your perishable existence has scads to say,

Even if your presence has nought to weigh.

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I walk the boulevard of Life’s twilight as you march on,

Trapped in my identity as you’re trampled upon.

Your survival is engulfed when the luminescence is upon,

A glimmer of hope when the fountain of light is yon’.

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In the light of darkness you shine : following  me nigh,

Prying on me as we walk the lonely road by.

You map out my exterior slyly on the fly,

Stamping my creation on the face of this pie.

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A faithful mimic with a course to chart,

Flourishing in the dark as you bring life to art,

Whereupon details are thrown in the cart,

When life meets art, counting not on a head-start.

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Where shapes and figures sing songs of thy glory,

Some patterns seem to tell a different story,

A feeling of emptiness like the holes in tori,

As we melt into an association climbing many a storey.

Like to ‘like’ a ‘dislike’?

The question is: Do you like the ubiquitous ‘like’? The facebook ‘like’ button has revolutionized the way we like all and sundry things. ‘Thumbs up’ seems to be the new thumb rule. It’s one thing to genuinely like something and want to establish a connection, it’s quite another to prove your love with a blithe click of a button. The ‘like’ phenomenon has thrown up interesting aspects about human nature; the end is often more important than the means. We like to like ends that can justify (nullify) the means and choose not to like the means that are a far cry from what we like but take us to the end we like, notwithstanding.

It brings me back to the question in question: How many of us have actually liked the ‘like’ button on facebook? Is it turning out to be an unlikely necessary evil? If popularity is anything to go by , the like button that enables us like various things has actually been liked fewer times than we would really have liked to like it. The realization may not have dawned or the fact that we don’t have to like something to use it frequently, has cast its imperious shadow.

While supporting the cause of infusing endorsements into the mainstream that’s up for grabs, the ‘like’ button has taken on a sense of ‘pro‘ness for community pages, eating into the shelves of a healthy consumerism. In some instances, indiscretion marries impertinence leading to sore encounters. The contention that a generally accepted bad thing can also be likeable goes to show that every single entity is put to the popularity test and stands a fair chance. Everything is likeable until proven otherwise through a report (facebook) and due action taken.

We grow in magnanimity of free-will as we learn to commend the real value of the virtual world and wield our lovable clicks to spread some love .It implicitly tells us that the extent of our love may vary but if you like something to even the least degree on your scale of ‘like-worthiness’, you might as well choose to like it. Upon which, you might be influenced to like it even more than you already like it (no, this doesn’t transform into virtual ‘love’) or hate the like that generated the hatred and ‘unlike’ it, as the case may be.

‘Likes’ have the potential of foisting on us a wide range of motley issues that keep us in the loop. It’s a propagation that pandemically creates and defines the bubble we concede to live in, as we rise up to the surface, engulfing the view we’ve established and in cases this bubble goes out of shape and finally bursts. This happens either because the spectrum of change has more combinations of colours than actually exist or simply due to the fact that the conscience of the bubble was pricked. If it’s human and discretionary to like, isn’t it by the same reasoning natural to dislike?

What could be the reasons indeed behind not having a standard button to dislike? There are some things we view with distaste for which we are entitled to express our earnest opinions, no? Like to dislike? There’s nothing much you can do about it, if only ironically ‘like’ the dislike button and hope to ring in a change to dislike!

Dislike to like? Passing a comment to express disapproval is permitted but creating a bubble of negativity that could be hazardous if and when it bursts is like setting the ball rolling and then losing control of the speed of change inflicted. It’s all very well to dislike a comment or status message that we declare unworthy of existing ,let alone being liked, but imagine the ramifications if it were applied to community pages or websites? A negative rating falling through the floor  is the last thing owners would desire, even if it were the stark truth. When negative emotions are running high, keeping everyone’s best interests in mind, it was deemed necessary to sagaciously curb one’s urge to surge.

While likes have added fuel to the motor of our virtual life, we begin disliking the fact that despite liking some things to a greater degree than others, this isn’t reflected by the potent ‘like’. ‘Likes’ tell the world where our ‘interests’ lie (pun intended).It might not provide the complete picture without ‘dislikes’ and in some instances could be totally off the main course (and is best taken with a pinch of salt!) for inexplicable reasons. Like it or like the fact that you/someone else like(s) it? The former has a button that can be nonchalantly hit; the latter doesn’t and needs to be consumed.

Motioning Destiny

You strike with a subliminal force that would defy,

Staring me in my face as you vividly imply,

‘Take me if thy soul quenches in a cry,

And melts with the agony of a fate so scorchingly dry’.

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As the sands of time make patterns adrift,

You can change its path making inroads so swift,

Dealing blows to my mind in a gruelling rift,

That weighs down in turmoil with the impulsive shift.

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I cede to the reins of my train of thought,

As tracks plot their journeys to change my lot,

I halt you dead in your track in a fearsome knot,

Adding fuel to my mind that seems fraught in a clot.

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‘Twould need feline grace to fill my voids with lace,

Lest I miss my chance by a whisker of space,

A hair’s breadth counts in almost ev’ry race,

As my mind craves for space at a better pace.

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Ev’ry dot speaks to create a bigger picture,

I thus train my mind in a valiant fit of composure,

Connecting dots that would define the breadth of my future,

With a monumental frame that would complete the picture.
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Published in ‘The Copperfield Review’:Motioning Destiny

Firing Changes


Work was all that shimmered beside,

Until the lay of the land was knocked aside.

We can get by if we balance on Life bestride,

Our place of work has tilted to a contrasting side.

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Some chose to be the men that matter,

Directing men and women that were inclined to scatter,

On a journey full of pluck for the weaker latter,

Electing life over death engaging in many a chatter.

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A novel this gripping can be only so whetting,

Until an ant-climax can effect a turn of setting.

Some went about the drill with a lot of fretting,

Exposing themselves to the artificial netting.

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A tide of imaginary fire has taken us by storm,

Testing the water as we are shaken smoky in form,

Adding smokeless schemes to our ocean to slay the corm,

And douse the flames entangling the fabric of our dorm.

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Kindling an interest might obviate being kindled,

It was never a storm in a teacup that’s got one all rattled,

Fanning the flames of many a smouldering ego loath to be fondled;

‘Tis the winds of change that can now be blown, smothered and better handled.

Submitted to One Shot Wednesday:

http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-shot-poetry-wednesday-week-27.html

Pearl Anniversary

An anniversary is a time to cherish,

Savour two lives with hardly a blemish.

Thirty is more than just a number,

As it best represents a house well in order.

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Anniversaries are but cursory,

As time becomes an adversary,

We view enchantingly from the periphery,

Two endearing lives so celebratory.

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What they stand for we strive to aim.

When fame is the name of the game,

Compromise not on your values to make a name,

For it would eventually cost you your game.

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When love calls for a celebration,

A partnership of trust has no better potion,

With a mixture of tolerance, tenacity and dedication,

For 30 years and more, to set things in motion.

In-Sight

Let’s assume photography and mirrors didn’t see the light of day. Would appearances then be mirrored by public opinion of oneself or does deception arise out of a lack of perception? Is ‘seeing’ really ‘believing’? Mirrors document this best as they have a way of taking us on a journey of reflections, creating multiple identities as we are arrested by forces of egotistical fancy. It helps us connect with ourselves in a way that no artist can hope to achieve as we intimately romance ourselves, give in to superficiality and embrace the reality that confronts us rather than be in conflict between the truth and what’s advertised. The fairer sex has bonded with mirrors to depths that cannot be reflected even by the most reflective mirror!

Mirrors come in different shapes, forms and sizes. Flatteringly deceptive, some are aesthetically created with tints and angles to provide angled views and stories. Keeping it plain and simple, let’s focus on the plane mirror. We look at it as it looks back at us, sizing us up and giving an honest reflection of what we really are, maintaining transparency between the object and image, unless of course we’re living in the world of “Mirrors” or any other horror flick, where we’re trapped in our own reflection and there’s more to mirrors than meets the eye!

We throw light on the mirror and expect it, in turn to throw some light on our features, noteworthy or otherwise. We observe the image of our ego in the eyes of the world, appreciate our beauty for what it’s worth and enhance the object cosmetically to alter the image in contrast to a digitally doctored image that has little influence on the object. We aim at setting the stage to face the world through our image (other self, alter ego) and communicate with ourselves in a bid to make our ego a stiff competitor with our alter ego, expressing ourselves with as much artistic freedom as we desire, enacting roles detachedly as we watch our alter egos vividly take centre stage.  It’s a vicarious thrill of taking in the perceived object, only in this case it’s on a very personal level.

The charm of the mirror has long been its capacity to expand our boundaries of vision. Its power is reflected in the ability to focus otherwise hidden areas within our field of vision by appropriate angling. Concave and convex mirrors bring to light, darker or lighter details. Cylindrical and paraboloidal mirrors add more colour to the detail. Two-way mirrors, by virtue of invariably representing life on either side have been cinematic for the darker side!

While artists and photographers seek to create and recreate elements by adding touches of brilliance to stimulate us, mirrors represent art in the purest form. It captures the pristine glory of images blending into each other in seamless photographic harmony and we are ensnared by art and life imitating each other, swaying to the whims of our imagination as we fancy ourselves on the world stage. We test the water and check whether the reflection carried is ripple-free!

Perhaps technology would find a way for mirrors to be designed to reflect more than just what we see now and put us to the moment of truth, revealing our character as well.”Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all? ” would then, take on a lot more significance in assessing fairness in all respects! There would be intense competition with character-building being the order of the day as points are scored for fair-play and what better inspiration than to get publicity for it! It would detract people with sordid pasts who will realize they’d have to make quick amends or be scarred for life. Would it make the world a better place? Fear would certainly be planted as now there’s more to mirrors than meets the eye!

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