Kudos Muthu

Hey this one z too gud Muthu though i read t twice to get wat u meant :)
And friends muthu did this on the spot when i gave him the topic BOOKS!

Antonymous actions

Slender torso
Detecting tense
Glorious pelt
Claiming cognizance

Our hands stay
contiguous in prayer
Beholding your inscription
on a stone layer

But when you are
spotted sentient
You are handled with
a rod and let to lament

Not that we are indignant
to slay you as a gang
That is because
you have a FANG!!!!


Nd i was talking about a SNAKE[:D]

Discrimination

Diverse delicacies
Scattered on the table
Futile!
Carcinoma gnawing
End of the fable

CURSED!

A pot of gruel
Four pairs of hands
Heavenly!
Somber hut
Peace lands

BLESSED!

U Act and I react

It spins around
for a while
To stop it your weapon
moves in style

I SMILE

This time it does
not touch the ground
Unfortunately you
miss it around

I SIGH

And finally it has
made the way through
You depart in despair
Leaving the rest to the crew

I CRY

Just a thought of a batsman playing Spin, missing a Full toss and getting bowled out with a yorker
Perhaps putting ROSS TAYLOR in place

DID U DEPART?

There you lay immobile
leaving desires unfilled
Deserting the hearts, which
still deny that you are killed

But why should i savor
all the despair and agony
For i can still feel your
immortal hands pulling my pony


Dedicated to my dear friend Aswath who passed away last nite.

FROM MAN TO HUMAN

Horcruxes are receptacles in which a malicious wizard has hidden parts of his soul and the wizard can be destroyed only when the horcruxes are destroyed. Here man is the wizard and the receptacles are the seven deadly sins.

Knocking the kid with the car
Life dripping through his vein
Vanished! His LUST for alcohol
The drink had made him insane

Glued to the box of chocolates
He couldn't deny the GLUTTONY
But struck at the sight of the slum
He decided to feed the needy

His GREED for money would be served
If he helped the developers to clean the mess
But the drop of his humanity settled to
Rather help the shelter less

No more fingers picking papers
If no papers on the road
He killed his SLOTH to help them
Now their rears carry book load

Fiercely he walked out with the ball
That had broke his window and a tile
But the WRATH disappeared
on seeing the innocent smile

Unable to beat his foe
He sat gloomy and helpless
All his ENVY faded
When his foe was generous

They recognized his work
And no wonder PRIDE abide
Pride turned to modesty
On seeing an unapproved beside

Thus he destroyed the horcruxes
To be as virtuous as he can
And realized that this is
When a man turns HUMAN

THE POLISH CHROINCLE

I am
indeed
omnipresent

To serve your
savior i was
sent

Am inside
the hindu
tent

Am wid the people
of the cross and the
cresent

Am the source
of living for
the poor

And for the rich
am just a
cover

For the branded
saviors of their
feet

Tender fingers
user me to serve
them in the street

I had helped
those tender fingers
better i wish

Alas am helpless
being just
a BOOT POLISH