Month: April 2019

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Many Miles.

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Many miles,

Many miles I have travelled,

Many miles we all have.

The roads didn’t end,

Neither did the train lines.

The journey is never ending,

For the distance keeps changing,

With the various modes.

Travelling is a passion,

It’s a burning fire,

Which keeps on going.

Flyer’s often collect “miles” points,

And keep on increasing their tier levels.

The higher the tier,

The better the facilities.

Many miles,

One has to travel,

To reach the goal.

The goal keeps changing,

As we see various things with various views,

But unknown or known to us, the goal remains still and ever present.

Many miles,

Civilizations have travelled,

With different heritages and cultures.

But people remain connected with each other,

As if they are long lost friends,

Forever and ever.

Many miles,

All have to travel,

As nothing ends,

All remains ever present.

Many miles,

The milestones are present,

The location changes,

But the birds fly,

Miles and miles across the ocean,

Into various continents,

So do we.

Mile, is a constant metric unit.

A mile equals to 1.6 Km.

But miles of love, grace, happiness and prosperity,

Is unlimited.

May we all travel,

Many miles after miles of all good things necessary for us.

Adios!

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The Less It Is.

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The less it is,

The more you can spend,

Be it dollars,rupees, pound or yen.

A mango lollipop is thousand times better than a costly gift,

It’s the matter of the heart,

Which makes one sick of it.

The less it is,

The more you can have,

There is no one to stop you,

None to say “NO”,

But the more you have,

Everyone will say,

“Oh! you have more!”

It’s a matter of utmost stupidity,

The less it is,

It’s beautiful, neat and clean.

Adios!

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Everything Was To Be.

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Everything was to be as beautiful,

As it needed to be.

It was quiet discerning,

That it didn’t turn out to be.

The less it is,

More the merrier.

For life isn’t everlasting,

It is bound to change for ever and ever.

All good can happen,

All cheers can arrive,

The only thing which doesn’t stay stagnant,

Is youth and the beloved time of our childhood life.

Everything was to be,

Brilliant, excellent, marvellous and cheerful,

But all are waiting for it to come,

As the world suffers forever and ever.

Adios!

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I Am A Mountain Flower.

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I Am A Mountain Flower.

I sing,

I dance,

I twirl,

I cheer.

The butterflies come and visit me.

So do the bees,

I am not bothered by them,

For they are free.

Few of them are my friends,

I ain’t like the rest.

I am a mountain flower,

And proud to be,

Without having any crest.

I am enchanted with the mountain’s beauty,

With the birds flying over it.

The mountain never gets bored of me,

For I don’t give it a test.

A few days back,

A lion asked the mountain to scratch it’s back.

The mountain gave a silent laugh,

And the angry lion went off with a forceful huff and puff.

I am mountain flower.

It’s my pride and honour to be one.

For how many flowers in the whole world,

Can be one?

The mountain and it’s residents such as the grasses, birds, fruits and flowers love me a lot and I love them back.

We all are good friends,

Save that rascal Jack.

He is a parakeet,

And always says to me-“Krack, Krack, Tack, Tack, Jack, Jack.”

He can’t be my friend,

So, I don’t bother with him,

But one day he shall need my help,

But I wouldn’t help him.

He must apologize.

I am a mountain flower,

So are many of my friends,

But few of us are besties,

Which we shall be forever.

The mountain is my best friend,

And we all love him,

Our love grows,

Day and night,

So does our unity,

For ever and ever,

The mountain will prosper,

So shall I,

As I am a mountain flower,

Just beneath the sky.

Adios!

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Is It A Day?

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Is it a day?

Has the Sun risen?

Has the Sun shined?

Is the breakfast ready?

Or is it still getting fried?

Have the shops opened?

Are the jobs ready?

Is there traffic on the way?

Or are the cabs and cars incessantly honking?

Keeping the streets lively and busy.

Is it lunch time yet?

I am feeling hungry.

It’s still thirty minutes to lunch break,

Yet the hunger is rising in my stomach like anything.

I have had my lunch, five minutes early.

There is still work left to do,

But I am feeling sleeping,

Now, it’s five minutes to closing and the day is still alive.

I want to go back home to watch the cricket match as soon as the bus arrives.

The bus arrives five minutes late,

I reach home a bit early.

The match has not yet started,

So hurray!

The night has come fast and the match has got over,

It’s time for me to sleep,

Is the day over?

I asked my mind this.

And it replied-“Nah-It’s still alive”,

But my mind asked me,

“Is it a day?”

Adios!