PROSE- Raining harder ambushes priority

Its raining hard!! Hard and Harder!! Cats and dogs!! I need to reach the place far - far away. Staying under this roofing, in the dripping rain, watching over the thunderstorm thundering, Scary -scary. The weather, stormy –stormy today, yet, I have appointments to keep, as time can’t keep its pace, on the circumstances of precise importance.
Marching hard to walk and keep straight, in the rain. I buckle the saddle of the horse, sick in the rain, pulling it from the neigh of discomfort, to propel it forward. I pity the horse, but time can’t keep its pace. It moves on millimeters round in circle, dilly-dallying its step in pain, falling sick, and landing with my weight on a thud with the saddle, me safely balancing down to ground due to its slow fall. I feel sorry, for the horse, I have yet precise important tasks to fructify, but landed myself in ambush in the hands of destiny!!

Reddish plight

A red oozing bloodshed;

At the waging war comport;

And this continuum of exercise;

Flowed the life of thousands

of Mankind lot;

A red  tear , of red sorrow

Oozed out of mother earth;

Of her upside turn of tranquility;

Kith-and kin of earth fighting amidst;

Forgetting they are bonded;

Angered amongst up surging, their mother;

Forgetting all love

Depriving themselves;

Killing themselves and their generator;

The Mighty earth

“Oh Children!!” cried the Mother,

“Fight not children, you are all the same”

“ Being different in thee, isn’t the point.”

“ Thee  all arrived from thee same life  earth cell!!”

“ You were differentiated to fulfill thee duties”

“ Hear children Hear.. Life’s Short , Unity is Strength!!”

The crying earth is crying and still crying…

We continue to fight…

From the time of World war..

Till now.. The world is not yet at rest..

We still let our mother cry…

Let’s Unite let’s Reunite

Let’s love, Let’s spread peace

And diffuse thy peace among affiliations;

Spread peace in every nook and corner

Of thy world, Our world, Not country, Not State

Our World, lovely Earth!!

“ WIPE BARREN WEEPING EYES WITH GREENISH SOCIAL LOVE OF DEEDS.”-

Barren segmented to barren life, until

The enlightening touch of realization!!

 

Barren in land did he find

The Thorny reality:

The realism of alone-ness he founded:

Did thy realize, the pain, the grief

Of being left all alone.

 

In the large world,

Where, he alienated, until she

Found the fork of right direction;

To take the path corrective in one turn,

To heave thyself among loved ones circle.

 

Solitary turned him , tuned him

Towards the turning to Justice;

Where the society placed in Judiciary

Absolved him of his blackish sins:

With the expectation of reform, remorse then

Accepted, did thy correlate on

Positive  comport.

 

Lightening his life into illumination

To freelance him in the right direction

To let him steer his own boat,

And let him justify, his remorsefulness

By good kind spirit,

Of change to the surroundings

Of change to the Country

A change of the world, A change to the world.

 

An enormous deep change

Among the changed reformed men:

That the society sees in social eyes,

To give a chance;

To give a life, to sparkle  him,

 Comfort  that man is always into mistakes

And only that mistakes should not iterate

 

Misdeeds Conversion to positive deeds,

The Transformation process instituted

By the Kind souls of Society:

That forgave, Chanced and let the

Person freelance in the optimum

Right Direction.

The Barren Land is not so barren anymore!!

The Barren became lush green on proper tendering.

By Madhumitha

Tinkering Glasses

The tinkles of the glass tree

Where the leaves touched like rustles

But produced jingles

Where are the rustles

Left years behind

Of customs of having 

A live plant

The glass leaves like shards

Are green

But not as green as the

Natural beauty

Glass shards keep

The Custom away

Real joy is lost

That enlivened life!!

Harbinger of positivism

Mind is the harbinger
Of any action
Circumscring comport
Can sway a person
But mind harbingner
Towards postivism
To change into action
Can make one's
Harbinger of success!!

Self push

Deterring Impediment
Is not an impediment
When  push is exerted  into positivism
Self push
Is the best push in the world
To gain the fresh stamina
For everlasting success

Clouds that say

Some clouds sail along
Some clouds peek for help
For some push
They are more sensitive
Some are fun loving
But some clouds Realize-
Sailing along is best for them
To win over life!!