Poems by Priya Mouli

My most priced possession

a poem by

Priya Mouli

Though I have least cared not to offend,
Thank you for being my friend!
Helping me, my ways to amend,
more than just to mend
Your eyes, with countless words as they shone,
whilst drawing me away from the vice-zone

Never have I felt euphoria and pain,
just as ‘sun thru’ the rain’
nor at the same time, melancholy and ire,
teaching me, these mixed feelings, are not to tire
Instead such experiences are golden,
and don’t come often!

Putting you through the most arduous passage,
only to see you assuage!
Having a pal as you is worth so much,
for I’ve become such
that I no longer covet the bounty,
but only the beauty!

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A dilapidated hut being idyllic

a poem by

Priya Mouli

A life so profligate,
would indeed be hollow and full of hate
without hotels rated at least a few stars
or a proud possessor of the world’s best cars!
But how long could this satiety,
persist to be a booty?
Without the blissful, protective dome,
of Home, Sweet Home.

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Utopian Dream

a poem by

Priya Mouli

Pollution-free, did you say?
Between man and nature is a fray,
Until things around get spick and span,
O gratitude to the mighty clan!
Who brim with hysteria,
To realize, it is but Utopia!

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Mom on the move

a poem by

Priya Mouli

Mother, mother,
O lovely home-maker;
The soap of joy she lathers,
Whilst the sinister fire she smothers.

It’s his goal, yet SHE ran,
For behind every man is a woman.
She may fondle, she may chide,
Only to be an eternal guide-
By the day she works harder and harder,
Just to prove none but ‘woman’ is the best manager!

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Millennium

a poem by

Priya Mouli

To make the world better to live in
Is to redeem each and every sin;
To the millennium, many things we aspire
But we can do is perspire.
For man’s misdeeds have been on the increase.
When will it cease?
Why don’t we comprehend,
That good things would end
Causing debacles at many a level,
Contributing to our own farewell.
Should we not meliorate the earth,
And sustain His mirth?

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Greetings to the Chennai-ites

a poem by

Priya Mouli

Created with His mirth,
The various torrents on their birth,
Flowing down the valleys and leas:
Revealing tranquility and peace-
It is indeed out of reach
To proclaim the world’s second longest beach!
Our rich heritage – we may flaunt,
Without a speck of daunt!

Others can only sigh,
For we are the apple of everyone’s eye-
Even the cellular giant, Nokia.
O commemorate- it’s no longer Utopia!
The grand old building of Ripon,
Matching the blemishness of Nippon.

Yet the political bells are ringing,
Where there’s incessant mud-slinging;
If we were to forget ethos,
We would land in bathos,
Feeling we’re left in the lurch,
With our only resort, the church!

Come what may-
Will my charm for you ever cease? Nay!

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Incredible Beauty

a poem by

Priya Mouli

Oh butterfly, Oh butterfly,
How, to the rules of nature, you comply,
Spreading your wings far and wide:
Each and every flower beside,
You are so sensuous
That losing sight of you is arduous.
May you be present everywhere
And not be seen, rare.

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Penitence

a poem by

Priya Mouli

Albeit these occasions are few,
understand that my heart bleeds for you…
Please prove me wrong,
by not carrying that anger along…
It’s really not my intention,
but what I seek is your gratification!

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A feat indeed…

a poem by

Priya Mouli

Carvings so intricate,
Many an emperor to placate.
Be it arduous:
Yet not impetuous,
The sculptor using his unique talent,
Over rocks and stones bent;
Making a monument, so beautiful,
The walls and ceilings, of sculptures-full.
Though not well acclaimed;
The sculptor goes on with his deed.
Praise him! Yes we must
Extol him sky-high. Just
Carving is what we say,
But do we know it? Nay!

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Zenith of pleasure

a poem by

Priya Mouli

To say “I love you”, I am sheepish,
Yet it does brandish;
Oh, what have I done, sometimes I wonder,
as my parents admonitions linger.
Have I sinned?
For this overwhelming gust of wind,
has vanquished even the divinity…
this quintessence of eternity!

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Powerful Feeling

a poem by

Priya Mouli

I love you honey,
your smile could melt any worth of money;
I love you darling,
your touch erases my sorest moment with oh, so much healing;
I love you sugar,
none could ever be better;
I love you sweetheart,
never do I wanna stay apart!

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Heavenly Realm

a poem by

Priya Mouli

Oh what is this life,
If full of strife?
At school, we used to say,
Till we found a brighter day

Into college we entered,
No longer were we perturbed:
Being, the first taste of joy.
Not anymore were we coy,
With experiences galore,
We couldn’t ask for more!

With the freedom of a dove
Or was it even above?

When life without cells,
Or colourful apparel,
Movies, picnics, dates,
Or classmates,
Would be a desert indeed!

Also, this is where we pull out the weed:
Hard and soft skills we sow,
And watch them grow
Finally, it’s the questions debating,
With corporates anticipating,
To absorb us into their world

While it’s time to tearfully bid farewell,
As we roll the dice,
To this Land of Paradise!

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Mother Earth

a poem by

Priya Mouli

Though she is gargantuous,
Not a soul would be as solicitous;
She is the giver of all.
But now, man is appalled,
For the beast within her has been unleashed;
But who is she, who was created with His mirth,
Yes, she is MOTHER EARTH.

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Altruist

a poem by

Priya Mouli

Benevolent is thy name,
Sans which camaraderie would become lame,
And proclaim no fame,
Yet is arduous to tame!
How come that thou is o so sweet,
Not even for honey is to beat?

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Work and Play

a poem by

Priya Mouli

Man labours all through the day
Care for a li’l bit more and he says Nay!
For Jack turns a dull boy with no play,
And, to relax the best way
Is to go to the beach, to be gay.

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