Paraclete demise

Dark night,

Lonely street,

I'm standing alone.

Torpidness took control,
over my solitude soul.

Cynical thoughts,

Breaching my vulnerabilities,

My helpless soul,

Struggling to breathe in,

Air of positivity.

Expiration!!

The incessant struggle,

Ceased to last.

Death?
No,

I call it,

      Paraclete's Demise....  

                                               
                                                       -Adhi
                                                     22/09/14
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Paraclete is a Greek term which can be transliterated into English as a counselor, helper, encourager, advocate or comforter.

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Grammar love

Girl, 

You are my Subject,

And I am your Predicate,

Without you, I am meaningless.

                                                                -Adhi

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Puppy love

From  puppy’s  point of view:

Those were the golden days, when I used to frisk about,

With the freedom to run around and liberty to play and shout.

Playing with all my siblings and resting in the hay,

Snooping about and trotting around, made my happy day.

One sad day, all of a sudden I saw a man with a net,

He enfolded me and tied me up before I could react.

I tried to escape, but all in vain I was caught up in his snare.

His wicked and threatening face was the most enervate scare.

Leaving my siblings and mom behind, I felt forlorn in his trap,

I cried, snarled and sniffled a lot thinking about this mishap.

I was kept like a prisoner, price tagged and confined to a cage,

My happy days again, seemed more like a mirage.

For the entire day, the wicked man gave me meager food to eat

His threatening with a stout stick was the most brutal ill-treat

But I had a faith, I was very close to that beautiful day,

When all my sufferings would cease and I'll be let out to play.

 

One fine day,

I saw a little girl, who came to the shop with her father,

After a brief gab with the man, I was soon released from my tether.

I felt like I've got the answers for all my prayers and strife,

The time has finally come to rejoice my freedom and reprieve.

With all excitement and gaiety she lifted me in her hand,

All my sadness vanished at once, those hands were magic wand.

She carried me to her sedan and placed me on her lap,

The coziest place ever on earth, I had a comfortable nap.

With tonnes of excitement bundled, I was awaiting to see,

Awaiting to see how my life and future was going to be,

I could feel the fervent love and care they had on me,

Very soon I became their pet and one among the family.

Though the entire family showed infinite care and love,

The little girl's ardent love for me stood all above.

Words can never express her admiration and care,

And nothing can be compared to the lovely bond we share.

I love the way, the way she used to cuddle my frizzy hair,

Hugging me so close to her heart, having no gap for air...

I could actually sense her love for me in the retina of her eyes,

Some immanent instinct muttered "She is your mother in disguise".

I swear I am the one of the luckiest dog on earth,

I wish to remain the same, even in my next birth.

All throughout my life, I should never leave them apart.

Never should I miss their love and care, this is my last resort.

                                                                                  -Adhi

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I don’t  remember much about the feeling I had when I was penning down this poem. Every time, when I write a poem, I would at least make two fair drafts and then proof read to make a final version. However, when I was writing this poem, I was totally sleep deprived, I was not able to correct the errors, now I guess have made the best version of it.

                                            

I knew this poem was pretty long, but yes, I was trying to portray my imagination from the dog's point of view.

 Call it generosity or consolation, I was appreciated by someone who was really close to me, by the one I wanted to dedicate this poem to.

Time and fate drew an infinite line of  separation between us. I thought, deleting this poem from my mail would erase everything from my thoughts, but here it is, I got it from my 'Collection of crumbled papers' from my attic. 

        

       Though it hurls aches of nostalgia every time I read this poem, the mere thought that I made her happy, at least for a few minutes is the reason why I would cherish this poem all throughout my life.

       


                                                                                                   

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The eternal possession

Inspired by a true story.

      The past:

Once there lived a millionaire,

Bob was his name.

He owned all the riches money could buy,

   Which gave him a deceitful fame.

 

'Money is the source of happiness',

 Was his primary conception.

 Everything has a ‘price-tag’,

 Was his senseless pretension.

  

He lost his family and friends,

 In his quest to gain more wealth.

 His excessive greed to accumulate riches,

Left him with a deteriorated health.

As days went by, his sickness grew,

‘Hysteric’, he was declared by the doctor.

His medical charges and expenses,

Turned him into a lonely pauper.

   The twist in tale: 
                                       ( Two years later)

Once there lived a happy man,

                     Who, through his hard work rewrote his fate.

      He was known for his hard work and generosity,

 His life was no more the same.

  'Love' is the eternal source of happiness,

 He veered his primary conception.

'Emotion and affection are priceless',

  Became his heart’s engraved notion.

He got back his family and friends,

And recovered from his diseased health.

Love and affection were his eternal gifts,

Which became his precious possession.

As days went by, his fame grew,

Bob’s life became an example.

For his generous, kind and caring heart,

He was called as ‘Mr. Benevolent’ by the people.

                                   -Adhithya 

P.S- Bob is just an imaginary name.

Life teaches you practical lessons more than any of the education does.

Life teaches you practical lessons more than any of the education does.

 This poem is about a person, one of my acquaintances. He was popular for his wealth and had a business which was at its best when he suddenly started to show signs of Hysteria and Bipolar. Doctors advised his wife to leave him because it was dangerous for both his wife and his little daughter to stay with him. He was admitted to the lunatic asylum for about two years and after spending all his savings for treatment he was literally left with an empty hand. I had a chance to meet him a few days before and this is what he said “Some things in life are so precious that you’ll never know its value until it slips out of your hands”. He worked hard and established his previous business again, but this time with a change in attitude, He started valuing people more than the man made crap, yeah the so called Money of course.

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