Life's savings Account

Ancestors saved the world

king & queen's coin in Gold

In Days richness spoke bold

Term of poverty been sold.

Days passed too cold

love & affections trends old

Human value pocket in bulk fold

Techno is old homage hold.

Emotions are totally mould

Save in the account to be told

with interest the memories remould

Life's saving account is foretold.

Saving the time is rolled

Saving teaches buttonholed 

Saving is life's personal account

Memories ever holds.

Written by

Sowmya

foretold -predict; remould -change the appearance,  buttonholed-small slits that fastening 

Dance Once

Take birth once, you just die once

In notion you mispronounce 

with no rhymes or reason bounce

Your past is once

And your future is once

why in present worry everyone

why in absent worry only one

Hey dear hurry! Hurry! for once

Its the fun to dance

Its time to dance

ooh la la dance ooh la la dance

Try it once...Try it once

Your minute is once

Your seconds are once

Enjoy the moment with everyone

In its memories just dance only one

Come on take it once once once

Its the fun to dance

Its time to dance

ooh la la dance ooh la la dance

Try it once...Try it once

Take birth once ,you just die once

In notion you always announce 

with no rhymes or reason bounce

To dance dance once

written by

Sowmya

on 9th Dec'2015

 no rhymes or reason -without purpose,jump repeatedly,Notion -in briefing something 

Drops

Drops,drops, drops ...

Yes its just a drop.

Drops compels the cosmos dance,

Though memoir is in our hands,

populaces neither admire nor glance

Its blind preference to be eminence.

A drop of doubt..

Is a spot where bickering sprout,

Unless one untie that knot

Tranquility in life will turn out.

A drop of sweat..

Earned to effectuate life's debt,

If not heeded & slept,

feckless life will be an inept.

Drops,drops, drops ...

Yes its just a drop..

For the drops of  rain,

Farmers kowtow with strain,

 Just  not a solitary gain,

Its merriness of mass grain.

A drop of milk..

Forms cream,curds like silk,

Foods with ghee are in bulk,

 Makes the crying kid to sulk.

A drop of nectar..
An irrevocable sector,
Its a laggard effort of the bee,
But lacs grab it for their glee.

Drops,drops, drops ...

Yes its just a drop.

A drop of  ink..

Either black,blue or pink,

Once if gains a paper's link,

Sways millions to blink.

A drop of dye..
Its to prank one's eye,
To hide their stage,
Reasoning its a new age.

Drops,drops, drops ...

Yes its just a drop..

A drop of blood..

Is a requisite red flood,

When unfortunate race ahead

Its scarcity will path to mud.

A drop of tear..
Droplets when guilt smear.

 From every birth it gear,
Endure till bereavement fear.

A drop of sperm..
Is a reactive term,
If mind is not firm.
creates and culminate to worm.

Drops,drops, drops ...

Yes its just a drop.

Written by:Sowmya
on 16th April,2013.

Note:memoir-autobiography,populaces-people,bickering-quarrel,Tranquility-peace of mind,effectuate-carry on,heeded-not considered,irrevocable-unaltered,laggard -slow progress,bereavement-death

Mock at Marriage

Bride, Groom are two scapegoat;

Who decides to sail in a boat;

Sailing community merrily shout;

With a farewell to halcyon, without doubt.

Couple allure for a secret sight;

Daring camera, video & focus light;

Drool in dreaming their night;

Being blank to future twist,turn & fight.

Kith & kin wishes with a bouquet in a queue;

Huddle by old gentlemen in tiptop shoe;

Teens loiter; still make friends more or few;

Kid's gambol makes a quaint view.

Flowers,festoons are mesmerizing to watch;
Bang of band with perfect rhythm it catch;
Enjoying delicious dinner in a batch;
Being King & Queen is just one day  match.


Looks like lovely pair in Nuptial  knot;
With a pose to final smiley snap shot;
Smile extends, if both sacrifice a lot;
& tends to give more than what they got!




Written by: Sowmya 
On 4th May 2012.

chain of lies

One, two, three, four, five,

How far one can lie!

gruff! gruff! oh lies!

Is it a journey till one die;

Or a jostle to survive?

still truth peek through eye.

with jitters initially one try;

either tiny or huge but,why?

By gifting a bile whom rely;

Recoil for the true hue & cry;

Inner voice  grope "aren't you shy?".

Reason may be countless as sky;

 Niggle for being deceitful very high;

To hamper gruesome & dry;

Better to say "hey lie,good bye"

Then truth will flirt with our eye!

written by :Sowmya.

on 9th April 2012.

If a "Failure" can feel

( This poem is just an imagination if failure have some life & able to share its feelings! enjoy failure :P )

Dont know why! dont know why!

But can utter without shy,

Puff-Huff! none like my-

True nature of wither and dry;

Accustomed with whinge & cry!

I touch every life without fail;

Behind every success;I wish to veil;

Abet to try & try which neutralize wail;

Veer from vapid path to a mastery sail;

My headway may look bitter in taste;

Often visit to those in Heebie-Jeebies  & haste,

Attached to loggerheads & newfangled like paste;

But never breakout by treating yourself as waste!

written by :Sowmya

MY INK PEN

When writers leisurely think;

On jotter you lay & blink;

Earlier –in ink you sink;

Now replenish with a drink!

Mingle without caste & creed;

Knowledge is the motto to feed,

During school days mostly in need;

Reflex & depict mind indeed.

Slim & trim is your style;

Though you are used for a while;

You jump, hop & run;

With every language of pun!

When index, middle & thumb hold;

Four friends dance very bold;

Yet your efforts gathers crowd;

My memorable Inkpen make me feel proud!

written by sowmya

on  3rd oct 2011

 © copyright  reserved  2011

God answered me!

WHO AM I?

Sudden rise of doubt;

Made me think a lot,

Blinked with worry...

“Who am I?” is my query.

Many resulted parry;

Some said sorry!

To make me merry;

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

Just answer my query..

My foes answered “wary”

& friends called me “fairy”

Mom gave me a peek;

Just named meek!

To overcome my fall;

Dad calls me doll!

Hark! Hark! Hark!

Am I really calm! Or a super storm!

Am I either handy!Or mere meaty!

Am I either chatty!Or wide witty!

Am I either weepy!Or extremely zany!

Now God is my seer,

Please make me clear…

You always come to justify;

Whatsoever you ratify;

My foremost doubt will nullify!

Your prise is peerless…

Now I am really fine!

With your lovely lines-

“Brain is to think;

Eyes are to blink;

Whenever you think,

I am ready with my link!

River is to flow;

& you are here to glow!

Sun is to shine;

You are always mine!”


written by- sowmya 
on 18th july2011 

paradise...

In Search Of Paradise

I was missed in the dark dense forest;

Insuperable with my lost way,

with a stage of deadline;

I prevailed to propitiate  those path,

Holding faith as my deification;
 

Faced the role of rigmarole,
 Just like a sleepwalk; 

on a slippery slope,

I felt blind on the entire hope!
 

At a fluttering movement against foe;
 I wandered with a wanderlust; 

& exhaled with an exhaust.
 

Thereby wished for a fairy-God-Mother;

To get rid-off my woes;Meanwhile,

A sweet voice fascinated me;

& made me woke up;
 

From falter & fanciful moment,

That familiar fetching voice; called me again!

I felt the true paradise....
 

When i saw my lovely mom;

With smile she uttered;
 

"Good morning Dear! "

written by : sowmya

written on:4th June, 2011

NOTE: insuperable- impossible to overcome;rigmarole-long complicated process;wanderlust-strong desire to travel;falter-lose strength;fanciful-imaginary;deification-treat as god.