Category: Poetry

BLOG, Poetry, Sun And The Mountain.

Sun And The Mountain.

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The sun went up to the mountain,

It was very near to the peak,

The mountain told that,

“You are so near,

That I feel uncomfortable,

As you have not studied me.”

The Sun told,

“Mr.Mountain,

I know each bit of you,

We are friends and foes forever,

As you are so cold and I am so hot.

I will make the snow melt into a stream.

It will flow down as a stream into a river,

And people will know about you.”

The mountain smiled,

As it would get rid of its extra burden,

The Sun went up and above and smiled to all.”

Adios!

BLOG, I Was Flying Today., Poetry

I Was Flying Today.

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I was flying today,

Looking for rice grains.

I landed on the spot where they,

Usually keep the rice grains for me.

But today it was plain bread,

With a bit of butter.

It has been a long time since I had white bread,

Since for few years it has been brown bread for me.

I was flying today……………

Adios!

A Child And His Friend "The Writer", Poetry

A Child And His Friend “The Writer”.

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A love story without love,

Caused much humour,

Evoked few emotions.

A love story without love,

Is and was the inner wealth,

Of the writer.

Who didn’t feel love anywhere.

He was advised by his audience that love is,

And will be.

A new born child is a prominent example.

Well the writer was thick headed,

And didn’t find any love anywhere.

But unknowingly a little child installed the software of “love”,

Inside him.

Their story follows:-

The child was of eight years age and the only son of a music arranger who used to work.

One day while the writer was doing some work back stage, due to being on an empty stomach since the morning, he had fainted. There was nobody around, as an act was going on. The boy was looking here and there when he noticed the writer fainting. He tried waking him up once or twice but to no avail. Little did he waste any time and he called out to his father to come over urgently. They had to take the writer to the doctor, who said there was nothing to worry. The man who wasn’t head over heels in love with anything, fell in love with his writing and he became much better writer.

He grew up to be much better person, writer and the little boy who had that day saved his life, remained his friend forever. He followed his father’s footsteps, but he got fame and became a famous music composer.

The last two lines is the future written in the present.

Adios!

Admiration For An Admirer., Poetry

Admiration For An Admirer.

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An admirer who would,

Admire the painter’s work,

Was seldom seen.

He was unknown,

Thought off,

Yet he couldn’t be found.

The painter became a large master in his dimension,

And discovered many good things,

But he felt that he was missing something.

It was the admirer who had admired.

One day,

When he woke up,

He saw his admirer standing in front of him,

And it was none other than his own self,

Which he had lost a long time back,

Never to be found within.

The admirer and the admired,

Merged into one,

And that holy morning,

The painter was never again seen.

Only his work remained.

Adios!