Friday, December 31, 2010

Happy New Year


Happy New Year to all my fellow bloggers. It has been a great journey with you all and I wish to continue on my voyage hoping that you guys will always be there with me. Have great fun and a wonderful year ahead.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

1st-6th August

Four years...

Four years had passed and my college life was over. I didn't even realize it. It was like, I came to my college for the first time yesterday. Anyway, I won't go through all the melodramatic experiences of the last day. I feel sad to remember the goodbyes. So, let me tell you about all the happy (well, not always) stuff that happened.

Finally, I was going home. It's not that I never went home during the holidays but this time it was really different. I was so excited. It was going to be a long journey. I always had to board two trains to reach home. One from Udupi(Manipal does not have a railway station) to Panvel(Mumbai) and then from Kalyan(Mumbai) to Jamshedpur(my hometown). This time, I had also decided to visit my maternal aunt who lives in Panvel.

The journey back home...

I had to board the train at night. I reached Udupi station before time as always. Who would have guessed that trains in India are never on time. And voilà! the announcement at the station declared that the train is two hours late. "Trains in India are always late" - this is like a carving on an ancient stone, but two hours??? All the excitement in me perspired out of me like sweat. It was rainy season in India, and so I thought, the railway lines must not be clear.

I waited and it seemed to me like an eternity. I was alone. There were a few people but they were all locals. I was bored to death and the journey back home had not even started.

After two hours...

The train finally arrived and I boarded the train. Well, it was quite late and I fell asleep. When I awoke in the morning, I heard an old couple talking about, how much late the train is. I couldn't hear clearly what they were saying. Soon, I realized that the train was ten hours late and was still waiting at some station. I asked the old man how and why is the train so late. He told me that there was a landslide somewhere along this route and the train halted for a long time when I was sleeping. I went outside the train and saw that it was Adavali station. Suddenly, there was an announcement regarding our train. They told that the landslide was between this station and Ratnagiri station and so, the government had decided to provide buses for all the passengers to reach Ratnagiri where we all can board another train that will be waiting for us.

I had three massive heavy bags with me and I had to carry them to the bus stand through a panicked mob. All the passengers were worried that they may miss the buses, and so they were rushing like they had to go to the toilet. Anyway, I got on one of the buses somehow. My hands were senseless after carrying those bags for like 15 minutes, climbing staircases too. When I reached Ratnagiri station after a two hour drive, I hired a coolie and he helped me carry my bags to the train.

My body was wasted after all this and head was aching like hell. I tried to sleep again after the train left Ratnagiri. I was supposed to reach Panvel in the afternoon. It was actually supposed to be a 16 hour journey but due to the landslide, I reached 13-14 hours late. My cousin was there to pick me up. I was relieved to see him. He helped me by carrying my bags. I shouldn't have let him, right? He is younger.

In Mumbai...

There was Internet connection at my aunt's house. I was happy to open facebook and my blogger account. My blog was only one month old at that time. I spent the rest of the time watching movies and chit-chatting with my kins. It was a two-day stay in Panvel. Finally the day came, and I had to board another train which was not much of a problem. My cousin's help again was heartily welcomed by me. I got on the train at Kalyan station. This time there was no landslide, no earthquake, no flood. Lucky this time. I reached jamshedpur. I was getting out of the station when I saw my father coming towards me with a smile that awakened the buried energy in me.

Finally home.

For Challenge#1 Months of the years at Pages from my mind.

Monday, December 27, 2010

Parents - No Less Than God


Our life, existence -
Charity of our Parents,
Is it less than His?

Parents - divine, pure
No less than the Supreme Being
Comb us for the worst


For Haiku Heights.
Prompt #23 - Charity.
For One Single Impression.
Prompt 148: Comb.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Black and White - 2


After a long time, I have started sketching. It's sad that I don't have a scanner or a better camera.

For Sunday Sketches.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Christmas Day


Day of happiness
Even those fighting sorrow
Cheer up - smile on lips


Merry Christmas to all my fellow bloggers.
Have a great day.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Silenced By Poverty


His lips stitched
Silenced by poverty-
Poverty, that never leaves him
And is always with him
In a crowd of millions
Maybe more
At least, in the darkness of night
His shadow leaves him alone
But this cruel poverty never does so

Hard, he works
Selling Indian flags
For a few grains of rice
That will feed his hungry family
What else can he do?
Mother has to keep an eye
On his little siblings
Father's a drunkard
He will beat him, if he doesn't earn

Say, his immature eyes-
(Full of water as well as fire)
"I am neither an object nor a tool"

No one feels his dilemma
No one sees his dreams, his hopes
To educate himself
To rise above his present self
And help provide a better life
To his parents and his siblings
To fulfill his heart's desire
To have a joyous voyage ahead
And also to be known, nothing more

So, let us all join hands and pray
Lets try to help him in every possible way
Whenever and wherever we can


There are still so many children in India who live in the slums. They are poor when it comes to money but they are richer than us in their heart. I had many problems and obstacles in my life but it was definitely nothing when compared to theirs. The boy in the picture is one of those children, I have used him on behalf of all the children in India who are deprived of education. There are so many things other than education, they are deprived of, which may include good health, proper clothing and a roof to live under. And most of all, they are robbed of their dreams, their hopes, their would have been future if they had a richer father, and all of this happens to them because they are poor. Is being poor a crime?

"No child in India shall be deprived of education because of hunger." - The vision of the Akshaya Patra Foundation.

The Akshaya Patra Foundation is run by ISKCON. It serves as a non-profit organisation and helps in feeding millions of poor needy children. It also helps in creating an awareness among us all for the betterment of these helpless children. If you are reading this post, then it would be very generous of you to post an entry or donate and do some good for at least a few children.

Do visit the site here. You can write your own post and submit there and if you like you can promote my post as well as other posts.

For Three Word Wednesday.
Prompts: educate, object, silence.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

At The Bakery

The crescent-shaped bulb was flickering
Like a doubt in one's mind.
It was a pitch-black night
And the bulb tried very hard
To light up the dark street outside.

It was like an ancient tradition,
No one did business at this time.
All shops there, were void of light
Except the bakery, with the baker inside
Just where the bulb, twinkled outside

No other human was there,
No dogs were barking, no cats were meowing,
Frogs and crickets had gone to a distant party.
No one could even hear
The occasional hooting of the owl.

But stillness of the night was stolen
By bugs, buzzing and hovering around the bulb.
While all this was going on,
The baker was aloof of such trivial things.
Only rats were the subjects of his musings.

"Tonight, I will catch them, no matter what.
They will pay for stealing and eating
My hard work, with their life."
He kept on chanting this like a mantra
And put up traps in circles and squares.

"One, two, three..." he started counting.
When he finished, there were a hundred traps.
He placed them cleverly and built a maze,
A puzzle that lead to a big delicious cake
And he smiled for what he had accomplished.

"When they enter I will block the exit."
He thought, feeling a sense of pride
And he hid himself in the storeroom,
Waiting for his arch-enemies
To storm the dimly-lit kitchen room.

But the leader of the rats-
The eldest, the cleverest, the wisest,
Also the largest, sensed the kiss of death.
He ordered the best of his spies
To go check for any adversity.

The spies didn't need to be told twice.
They returned with information full,
Even the layout of the maze they knew.
The leader of the rats came up with a plan,
All his soldier-rats roared in approval

Ten skilled rats went inside the puzzle.
The baker wanted all of them to enter
So, he didn't close his creation.
Anger added to his frustration
As the ten rats took away ten pieces of cake.

When the ten rats came again,
His angry mind decided to trap them
And as he came out of the storeroom
Rest of the rats were waiting for him
With teeth sharpened anew.

They all poked his feet with rage infinite,
Some of them even jumped up
And bit other parts.
For the baker, all this came out of the blue
And he fell down on the traps he himself put.

By the time, this was over
All of the cake was gone.
He found himself entangled within the traps
With some, even on his nose and ears
While the rats rejoiced and he burst into tears.

The pain, the anger and the frustration
He went through tonight
Made him want to put up a new trap
And he waited in rage for the next night
To take revenge on the rats again.


For Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry.

For One Single Impression.
Prompt 147: Stillness.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Honor - Perfect Poet Award Acceptance Post

An honor - noble
Dreams realized, lay not shattered -
Self motivated



Thank you Jingle for the award. I nominate Leo.
Link of the poem for which I got this award:I Dream In My Dreams.

For Haiku Heights.
Prompt #22 - Self.

Friday, December 17, 2010

I Dream In My Dreams

This poem has been selected as one of the picks for BlogJunta Editor's Choice.


BlogJunta - An ode to the Blogosphere


Where tall trees in the wind sway
Beneath them in the dark, down I lay
I open my eyes, puzzled, where am I?
Irregular patches of moon light
Through the leaves show me the way

Cold gust of wind blows my feeble heart
Sends a shiver through each and every part
Lonely, I stride as fast as I can
Taking a right here and a left there
I pace, only to reach the point of start

Is this place a maze? fragile me wonders
I feel lost among the sky-touching boulders
When suddenly I have a hazy vision
Of a lady in white who seems familiar
I am drawn towards her in spite of my fears

Who is she? I try hard but can't remember
In the darkness she glows as if on fire
When I reach near my lady, she vanishes
Leaving me alone in this dark place
She's the lady from my dreams, my sugar

I am afraid, and I want her to be with me
Lost again in the dark, I feel eerie
Somehow, I find my way out
Only to find my beloved lady in white
Sitting on a rock and lost in a reverie


I started writing this one for poetry potluck last week but couldn't finish it then. Anyway, here it is now. Enjoy and happy blogging.

For Thursday Poets Rally Week 35.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

चले जा रहे हैं

बहुत ही लंबा रस्ता नजर आ रहा है
दूर दूर तक कोई मोड़ नही दिख रहा है
और उसपे हम चले जा रहे हैं

अकेले हैं, अकेलापन भी महसूस कर रहे हैं
पर हम कुछ कर नही पा रहे हैं
बस चले जा रहे हैं

कभी कभी रस्ते में लोगों से मिलते हैं
कभी कभी उनके भीड़ में खो भी जाते हैं
पर फिर भी अकेले हैं और चले जा रहे हैं

छोटे छोटे पैर बढ़े हो गये हैं, रफ्तार भी बढ़ी है
पर यह रस्ता कभी खतम ही नही होता है
और हम, अब भी चले जा रहे हैं


Now the above poem in English.
I won't call it a poem though. I didn't try to write the English version in a poetic way. Just for you all to understand.

A very long road is in my sight
I cannot see a single point of turn
And I am walking on it

I am alone and feeling very lonely
But I am not able to do anything
Except walking on this road

Sometimes on this road, I meet with people
Sometimes I am lost in the crowd
Yet I am alone and still walking on the road

Tiny little legs have grown up now, speed has increased too
But this road never seems to end
And I am still walking on it

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Youth - Our Future


Young, jaunty and promising
Often aggressive and anxious
Under pressure; always curious
Tension of choosing the right path
Have the power to change the world


For One Shot Wednesday - Week 23 at One Stop Poetry.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

My Life Changing Device

It was the first day of my college. I had gone to attend the orientation before the classes began. The Director had already started his speech when I entered the hall. After talking about all the rules and regulations, he announced that this time they would be giving laptops to each and every student. I have always wanted a desktop/laptop. I tried so much before to convince my father to buy me one, but to no avail.

Today, I was happy and finally I was done with the whole begging thing for a desktop/laptop.

They handed the laptops to the students after a week. I remember that day. Nobody came out of their room for the whole day, not even to eat. Well, for me it was something new too and I have always wished to have one. I was glued to it.

For the first few weeks, the laptop was the source of entertainment for me. My college had a Wi-fi campus. So, all I did was download movies, videos and songs. I recalled the times when I used to watch the boring Indian serials at home because of my parents and my sister. It was like a joyous ride that I would have never had without my laptop.

I also downloaded games and started playing them. Two of my favorite games are Counter Strike 1.6 and Age Of Empires - The Conquerers. It was fun playing these games with the computer bots but it even heightened the fun when I started playing in groups and clans. I made more friends. My social circle increased.

Time passed. It was time for the examinations. The laptop was a great help during that time. E-books, sample papers, old question papers, soft copy of my professor's notes, I gathered all. Some from the college's library website and some I took in a pen-drive from my professors. All these materials were of great help. They made it easier and simpler to study. It was at that time, I thanked for this invention heartily. Since, I am a computer science student, I had to do a lot of programming in so many different languages too. I had labs in college but having this laptop with me all the time made me practice more and I got the better out of it. It helped me a lot in completing my projects before the deadline. I worked in my labs as well as in my room.

As I told you before, I had a Wi-fi Internet connection. This Internet is something that has revolutionized the world. I would say "Internet is an ocean with no shores" containing vast knowledge and information. And I was able to swim in this ocean through my laptop from my room. What a convenience! Don't you think. My laptop really made my life smooth. Ordering and buying stuff on-line, interacting and communicating with friends through social networks just from my room. Making new friends, sharing my poetry, sketches and thoughts through my blog, again from my room. My laptop, which is definitely an inanimate device, has made my life easier and filled it with happiness and joy.

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Link: Your Life Changing Device.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Stand Up Against Tyranny


Tyranny of men
Myriad efforts against
Faith, hope
Revival of liberty, freedom

Tyranny of choice
Stability of mind needed
Faith, hope
Rebirth of rightful decision

Tyranny of ignorance
Knowledge, wisdom must be imparted
Faith, hope
Renaissance of a better society

Tyranny of greed
Suffering mass must stand
Faith, hope
Resurgence of generosity, happiness

Stand up
Raise your voice
Have faith and hope
For we all want demise of tyranny


A haiku now for Haiku Heights.

Fight, put some effort
Break free from life's tyranny
Faith in revival


For Three Word Wednesday.
Prompts: demise, effort, revival.
For Haiku Heights.
Prompt #20 - Faith.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Don't Go Away

I am happy to be in your heart
For it is the only heaven I know
If you leave me alone and apart
I will be pierced and so your heart
With the same arrow

Remember the moments we cherished
Together, holding hand in hand
Don't you let me feel banished
Think of the special times we relished
Over the argument we just had

You have every reason to be angry
I cannot blame you for it
My eyes were hidden behind the drapery
For it was definitely an act of folly
Your heart, with happiness I want to lit

Don't you go away, my love, I am sorry
Don't you go away


For Thursday Poets Rally Week 34.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Feeling high

A smoke ring
In between the pole star
It looks like her
No, its definitely her, my love
The old monk sips in
I feel happy
Ecstatic to be exact
I think I can touch her
Feel her presence
The smoke ring vanishes
She's still there
Surrounded by her competitors
Jealous they are of her beauty
I feel proud
Admiring her I take another sip
The smoke appears again
This time it blurs my vision
I can still see her
Dazzled by her brightness
I take in the holy water again


For One Shot Wednesday - Week 22 at One Stop Poetry.

Western Ghats - Beauty Unparalleled


I swayed like the monsoon wind
And traveled through the Western Ghats
Crossing rivers and valleys
Waterfalls and rocky edges

I bore with me
Moisture-laden dark clouds
Thunder and lightning - a magnificent view
While my heart trembled like coconut trees

I increased my pace
And reached the lush green grasslands
On the slopes of the ranges
To find a flock of dancing peacocks

They were beautiful and ecstatic
Lost in their own excitement
When there was a heavy downpour
As the clouds touched the hill tops

I was transfixed at the noble sight
But realized I had to move on
Monkeys, elephants I saw near the forest
Were enjoying the natural shower

Along the way
I heard the Great Indian Hornbill
Singing from beyond the woods
And it made me calm as I was not alone

I, finally reached my destination
A heavenly beach along the Arabian Sea
And I thanked Him heartily
For the wild was resting because of the rain


For Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry.
Theme: Nature - Plants, Creatures and the Cosmos!!.

Hi, fellow bloggers. If you want to read about Western Ghats, here's the Wikipedia link: Western Ghats.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Marriage


Melding of two individuals
A new world to build
Relationship based on trust
Responsibilities to take
In unison they must live
Although they quarrel
Gifting their heart to each other
Emotional bond, eternal love


For One Single Impression.
Prompt 144: Meld.

An Art From Heart

haiku - heartfelt art
instinct with deeper meaning
though short and precise


For Haiku Heights.
Prompt #19 - Instinct.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Two Kittens


Two kittens
Brothers they are
Out for an evening play
The elder one's excited
Stretches to leap
Younger one
.
.
.
Searches for his mother

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

In Love With You - Perfect Poet Award Acceptance Post

I was, and am, and always will be
In love with you, my dearest
For when you are close or near me
You enliven me, I say in earnest

I am glad, you gave me your heart
When there were many to die for you
Just like the moon holds onto earth
And all the stars, lost in the blue

With you, your love and blessings
I can swim through the highest tide
You have always taken care of my feelings
And are a lovely romantic life-guide

I can never imagine a life without you
You are a flame within me, my inner-light
If bereft of you, to life, I will bid adieu
As it will be as dark as a new-moon night


For Thursday Poets Rally Week 33.


Thank you Jingle for the award. I nominate Colors of Mind.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Future Awaits...

The next week is going to be one of the future changing weeks of my life. I have to study and toil hard for my career.

Wish me good luck my fellow friends and bloggers.

Please pardon me if I am not able to read and comment on your works. I won't be posting much either during the next 10 days.

Happy blogging and keep smiling... :)

Friday, November 12, 2010

Flashback: My Grandfather

"Sumit? Are you here?" my grandpa asked.

He was lying on an old hospital bed and was covered from neck to toe in a lightning-white blanket. He gestured me towards him. Immediately I went and sat beside him on the bed.

I didn't quite know at that time what all this was about. I was only 5 years old. An inquisitive child that I was, I had so many questions that I wanted to ask my grandfather.

And I exactly did that.

"What has happened to you, dadu?
Why have you come here?
Why are you sleeping here, when you have your own bed at home?
Will you come home today with me?
Are you angry on someone? Is that why you left home?
Grandma cries, you know, since you are not with her at home.
Nobody is happy, dadu. I want to play ludo with you. Please come home."

There was a brief pause before grandpa gave me a feeble smile and brushed my hair with his hand.

He replied "I am fine and tell your grandma not to worry and I am not angry on anyone. I will come home soon. I am not well now. I am suffering from cold and cough just like you do during winter. I will be cured soon and I will be back to home in no time."

I was so happy to hear that.

"Let me massage your hands and legs. You must be in a lot of pain. It's been a week since you came here and I didn't get the chance to apply the pain balms." I said.

"I love you, Sumit and I miss you so much already. You are my treasure. I am glad that your father brought you here today. I am in peace now." He said in a crying tone.

I replied "Don't cry, dadu. I know you will be fine and when you come home I will let you see the news channel. I won't change it to the music channel anymore. Please come home soon."

Tears rolled down his cheeks. He pulled me towards him and hugged me tightly.

Then my father came there. He talked to grandpa a little and then declared that it was time to go now. I said goodbye to my dadu for the last time in my life.


My grandfather died in the year 1992. He was in his late sixties at that time. I was very small and I didn't understand a lot of things then. He called me his treasure. I am no gold but he was. He had a soft golden heart. He was a doctor himself and saved many lives. Why couldn't the other doctors give him a few more years. I wanted to know him more. I miss him so much.

I love you, dadu.

For Three Word Wednesday.
Prompts: gesture, immediate, treasure.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

When I Die...

When I die
Don't build a monument for me
Don't name a building after me
Just... just don't

Just keep me in your heart
For it is the monument
Of emotions and desires

Never let me out of your mind
For the fortress it is
Of memories and wisdom

A statue, a shrine
A memorial, a landmark
Anything you sculpt
May be abandoned, destroyed

My name on your heart is
Deeper than carved writings
On a buried ancient stone

My thoughts on your mind are
Powerful than all the kings
Who are buried in their tombs

So, When I die
Don't build a monument for me
Don't name a building after me
I beseech you... please don't


For Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry.
Theme: Buildings, Landmarks and Monuments!!!.
For One Shot Wednesday: Poetry - Week 19 at One Stop Poetry.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Diwali - Haiku Series


Silent, orb-less night
Pitch black, devoid of brightness -
Clay lamps lit - hope, joy

Darkness unto light
Earthen lamps, candles in rows
Rich celebrations

Colorful fireworks
Ah! scent of bursting crackers -
Rife hearts illumined

No end to gaiety
Glowing sticks clasped between hands
Shining eyes in awe

Sweets exchanged among
Brotherhood, togetherness
Inner light wakened

A lesson for all -
Ignorance, evil forfeit
Wisdom, good triumph


I wish a very happy Diwali to all my fellow bloggers...



For Haiku Heights.
Prompt #16 - Clasp.
For Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry.
Theme: Celebrations and Festivities!!!!!

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Prayer Within Me

The leaves fall, the flowers wilt,
The branches lapse and the woods rot.
A withered quilt they look like
Becoming one with the dirt beneath.
With freshness anew and beauty unparalleled
They're reborn on their motherland.
"Then why only me? O' Lord, why me...?
Why can't I rise above
The dark clouds that hover over me?
Why can't I pierce through
The gloomy veil that surrounds me?"
This hazy self of me is now alone
Wandering like an invisible soul--
Who was once known and loved by all
Who was the kernel of attraction
Also the heart and soul in his circle.
I enjoyed grandly, lost count of time
It was then that I did not understand
A race against this speeding time, I was in
For nobody else but me, I used to think.
Then there was this abrupt turn of events
Alas! now my dreams lie in ashes
No matter how much I try to amend, I fail.
Those who wielded a broad smile before
Whose hearts lightened up when they saw me
Have deserted this kernel of attraction.
They now wield a look of disgust
This lonely man shattered now feels crippled.
With a heavy heart and a gleam of hope
Finally catching up with the forgotten time,
I pray, "O' Lord, help me in my endeavor.
Let me be born again with great light and splendor".


For Three Word Wednesday.
Prompts: abrupt, kernel, wield.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

What The Soul Is Like?

The soul is like a fresh zephyr
Gentle, tranquil and sometimes a gust
Keeps on sailing across borders
Giving life to all is what it doest

The soul is like a deathless harmony
Playing itself on various albums
Crossing barriers and boundaries
Puts lives of all in a settled rhythm

The soul is like a meandering river
Flows and drifts in ebbs and tides
Never swaying; zig-zagging the frontier
Joins everything that man divides

The soul in all it's majestic glory
Moves on; fastens the strings of all
kinds of life; and is pure and holy
And takes a new life-form on God's call


For One Shot Wednesday - Week 18 at One Stop Poetry.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Halloween - Children are out for tricks and treats


Children are out of their houses
Wearing ghoulish robes painted bloody
Big carved pumpkins on their faces

Evil monsters, ghosts and witches
Knocking on every door in the alley
Children are out of their houses

Unreal broomsticks, axes and maces
"Trick or treat?" they ask for candy
Carved scary turnips on their faces

Teenagers making horrific noises
They are enjoying a halloween party
Children are out of their houses

Elders join in the fun themselves
Vampires, werewolves, demons are spooky
Bloody teeth, red eyes on their faces

Its a holiday for relieving stresses
Yet some fear while some enjoy amply
Children are out of their houses
Chunks of candy on their pumpkin faces


For Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry.
Theme: Halloween - Trick or Treat?.
For Leo's Ghoul's Gala, The Halloween Party.

Billy Was Tricked

There was this girl Billy fancied
In taking her out he did succeed;
     A long walk after dinner,
     Finally home and bummer!
She was a dude, he'd been tricked.


This is my first try at a Limerick.

For One Single Impression.
Prompt 140: Fancy.

Watching over earth


Vast shadowy skies,
Mystical eyes far away
Opens Open; lightning - earth


I couldn't take pictures of the sky during lighting, got the snap of this dark sky only.

For Haiku Heights.
Prompt #15 - Mystic.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Red Jewel


Warm, post-rainy morn -
On green lush turf sits alone
Splash of red jewel

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

A Lesson To Learn


Fragile yet robust
Leaves tremor in windy rain
Undeterred, rampant


We are all vulnerable to certain things in our life and yet we are strong at the same time just like the trees out there in the open. Whenever there are obstacles in our life, we quiver, we tremble just like the trees in the windy rain. Despite all this, we still move on and try to stay on the right direction without swaying away and keep on growing until we die just like the trees.

For Three Word Wednesday.
Prompts: fragile, rampant, tremor.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Prelude To Our Love


I saw her for the first time
In the old red-rose garden
My heart like a bell, chimed
Was she, an angel from heaven?

Was I in a fairyland
Or was it a dream? I wondered
To check, I pinched my hand
It was real, my senses answered

Her heart, I longed to win
And wanted her in my arms
I took a step, my legs felt thin
As I compared myself to her charm

The wait seemed an eternity
My vibes for her grew
I would die for this beauty
But what to do now, I had no clue

I would talk to her, I resolved
Guiding my feeble legs towards her
Nearing her, my utopia dissolved
And I wished to be a little braver

What a graceful smile on her face
Everything seemed still and
My heartbeat took up the pace
When she asked "Would you be my friend?"


For One Single Impression.
Prompt 139: Grace.
For Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry.
Theme: Love and Romance.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Rejoice Green


Optimistic steps
Go, play green: hope for His grace
Save our mother earth


For Haiku Heights.
Prompt #14 - Optimistic.
For One Single Impression.
Prompt 139: Grace.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Shimmery eyes


Crystal immense skies,
Twinkling stars, full moon: effect -
Bright shimmery eyes


For Three Word Wednesday.
Prompts: effect, immense, shimmer.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Jesus's Absolution


Words uttered against,
Hissed, ridiculed by many -
Absolved all of them


For Three Word Wednesday.
Prompts: absolve, hiss, ridicule.

Champion From The Cradle - Shaheed Bhagat Singh


He was young and at his prime
When he joined the Indian freedom struggle
His deeds were worth a thousand dime
And he considered everyone his equal

He was a great revolutionary
Hanged at the age of twenty three
Smiling before his last breath for his country
All he wanted was his motherland to be free

He was a patriot, a champion, a martyr
Known to us as Shaheed Bhagat Singh
His death brought among the masses, a hunger
For freedom that marked the British rule's ending

His morals are still at large
Yet nobody is willing to cross the marge


For One Single Impression.
Prompt 138: Champion.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

A Pleasant Harmony

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Ah! sweet melody
Diminishes foreboding
Brings serenity


For Haiku Heights.
Prompt #13 - Serenity.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

A Blemished Soul


His life, a blemish
Prays, wishes for redemption -
Alas! second chance?


For Haiku Heights.
Prompt #12 - Blemish.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Thirsty Wanderer


Arid, scorching heat
Sweaty lonely man wanders
Mirage, hope, water


For One Single Impression.
Prompt 137: Lonely.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Lust & Jealousy


A sheen in her eyes
Missy eyes portrayed jealousy
Men's eyes hinted lust


My second try at HAIKU. Well, this one though is not related to nature, does not have a season word but I have used the 5-7-5 form of HAIKU.
I have written this HAIKU using the three words (hint, lust and sheen) which are this week's words provided by Three Word Wednesday.

A Dreamy Love Affair

I am enchanted by your intoxicating beautiful eyes.
Lost in the echoes of your sweet voice
I long to kiss your luscious lips, and it feels so nice
To be together, for my heart and I rejoice.
Now, we are flying on the exquisite winged dove
Through vast continents full of love and only love.
On the horizon, I see the sun melting into the sea as our lips touch
And I admit, I have wanted this for so long and so much.
Deep within I could hear the mellifluous love beats from your heart
As I whisper 'Love you, my sweetheart'.
Adorned in white silk, heavenly angels dance -
Cupid sings, and wherever I see, there is romance.
I rest my head on your shoulders, admiring you and your beauty
Only to wake up and realize, a dream - so lovely.


Four years ago, I had this dream. It was about this girl from high school. I have tried to paint it with words.

For Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry.
Theme: Love and Romance.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Tears


Farms tampered by flood
Sadness engulfs the farmer
Teary eyes imminent


This is my first try at HAIKU.
I have written this HAIKU using the three words (tamper, engulf and imminent) which are this week's words provided by Three Word Wednesday.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

All She Is


An exquisite panorama
Of simplicity and humility
A divine creation of God
Austere in all her forms
Woebegone she may be
Never revealing to anyone
Exuding love and care
Whilst veiling her pain
Delicate she may be
Enduring till the very end
Adept at work and planning
Never failing, never quitting
A girl, a woman, a sister, a mother
Lives up to every aspects of life
With honour and dignity

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Sonnet of the Night

It has been a pleasant beautiful night
Moonlit, peaceful and still, starry and clear
My eyes shimmer at this wonderful sight
The moon is far away yet seems to be near

A lonely owl hoots beyond the dark trees
Awake, while the world rests after a long day
Crickets chirp, calling the maiden beauties
Loud enough to keep rivals out of way

A cool breeze started blowing from the west
Tree leaves rustled and hummed a melody
My lonely soul danced and rejoiced with zest
Like a celestial dancer, filled with beauty

Oh night, you bring composure and repose
And I await dawn to forget past woes


This is my first Sonnet. It was really tough to keep 10 syllables in each line but I did it.. :)
I haven't used the logic of iambic pentameter though...

For Thursday Poets Rally Week 32.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Sorrow

The first time we met
Scolded by my father, I was
My eyes were red and wet
And my heart, afraid of your claws

The second time you greeted me
I tried hard to neglect you
My teacher lashed at me in fury
The ruler she hit me with, split in two

The third time we bumped into
My mother slapped me on my cheek
I had nowhere else to go to
And finally, with you, I started to speak

Time flew like a breeze
Sometimes you would go on a vacation
Yet you never tend to cease
With you, happiness can never come into action

I saw everyone trying to break free
From your somber clutches
Nobody realized you were silently
By their side, in times of gloominess

Got together for a myriad times now
I wonder when will be that woeless tomorrow,
Even though you accompanied me when my life was low,
Will I ever get rid of you, sorrow?

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

My College Days


I had been hearing the distant rumble
Of thunder for a long time now,
But the only thing that I could do was grumble
About getting up, as I was lazy as a cow.

The cool westerly breeze came through the broken window
From the basalt-ridden Western Ghats
Rushing into my room and emanating high gusto
And making my hair erect and pointy like darts.

I wanted to lay still, wanted to cherish the sleep
But realized could doze no more
When the alarm clock started to beep
For the umpteenth time as someone knocked on my door.

He threw me a nasty look, disgusted with my daily grind
Whereas I could only fathom a scrawny smile
Realizing I was late again and the professor was not kind
Started to dress speedily as I still had to cover a mile.

Raindrops were splashing down from the sun-deprived gray sky
Pitter-pattering on the ground
The little umbrella couldn't keep me dry
Harsh whistling winds made the rain fall on me from all around.

Soaking wet, I finally reached college
Cursing as the surly clouds were sailing away,
The professor refused to shower me with knowledge
As I waited outside the class in dismay.

Monday, July 12, 2010

la victoria de mi destino - 4


The World Cup final is over. So many hearts broken, So many souls in pain. Yet there are many who feel like they are on top on the world. Rejoicing as Spain lifted the World Cup for the first time.

I am feeling very happy. Spain won. I wanted this to happen but I am also feeling very bad for Netherlands who played well enough to deserve the World Cup. If they had won, it would have been their first time too.

World Cup bearer, The Victorious Spain
Unstoppable like the monsoon rain
Netherlands, Paul was right again
Sad and happy I am, for Netherlands and Spain


There are a few previous posts related to this. Their links are:
la victoria de mi destino
la victoria de mi destino - 2
la victoria de mi destino - 3

You can see the scores here:
- FIFA.com
- Goal.com

Thursday, July 8, 2010

la victoria de mi destino - 3


Spain won again. Awesome! They proved "Slow and Steady" wins the race. I hope they win in the World Cup final too. It is going to be against Netherlands. "Fingers crossed".

There are two previous posts related to this. You should check the rhyming lines there too. Links are:
la victoria de mi destino
la victoria de mi destino - 2

Oh my God, Spain
The joy in me I cannot explain
Germany this time, who you did restrain
I wish you win in the final again


Godspeed.

You can see the scores here:
- FIFA.com
- Goal.com

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

la victoria de mi destino - 2


Well, this is the continuation of a previous post.
You can check the previous post here:
la victoria de mi destino

I am so happy. David Villa saved the day again on 4th July 2010. It was his 5th goal in this World Cup. He scored in 4 consecutive matches this time. Anyways, Spain won again against Paraguay in the Quarter-Finals and now they have to face Germany in Semi-Finals who may put a full stop in Spain's journey towards the world cup. No matter what I am going to shout out loud for Spain. "Fingers crossed".

Spain Spain Spain
Its time for beer and champagne
Paraguay it is, who you had slain
I wish you win again


You can see the scores here:
- FIFA.com
- Goal.com

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Adieu Manipal


Manipal, O' my heart
Aches to leave you
Never will I forget you
Illimitable are your memories
Painful to let them pass
Adiós amigo
Lots of love


This is an acrostic poem. An acrostic poem is one in which the first letters of each line when put together reads a name or a theme.

Here, in this poem if you read the first letters of all the lines, it will spell MANIPAL. Manipal has been my home for four years. It's hard to leave Manipal so I am trying to say goodbye to Manipal as I would say to a friend.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

la victoria de mi destino


Victory my destiny - This is what the title says.
Well, to be honest I don't know Spanish. I just used Google Translate to get this.

Today I am feeling so elated. Spain won the match against Portugal. Woohoo!!!
Many of my friends were not supporting Spain and they were pretty sure Spain will lose the game. Anyway, they won and proved my friends wrong. The first thought that came to my mind when Spain won was to write a few rhyming lines to express my feelings.

This is what I came up with.

Spain Spain Spain
Your hard work did not go in vain
Portugal is now in pain
I wish you win again


You can see the scores here:
- FIFA.com
- Goal.com

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Black and White

Jamshetji Nusserwanji Tata

He is known as the "Father of Indian Industry". Jamshedpur, also known as Tatanagar, (my hometown) is also named after him.
This sketch was drawn by me when I was in the 8th grade. This sketch is inspired by the statue of J.N. Tata at Indian Institute of Science (IISc), Bangalore, India.








Sri Ramakrishna Paramahamsa

Sri Ramakrishna Paramahamsa was a famous mystic and was a powerfull figure in Bengali and Hindu Renaissance. Swami Vivekananda was his chief disciple. Both their teachings made a great impact on many Indians and are still followed to this day.










Mother Teresa

This portrait of Mother Teresa was drawn by me when I was in the 9th grade. I think I drew this without seeing the picture while drawing and is one of my favorite.
Well, She will always be remembered by all for her selfless work of helping the poor, sick and orphans.









Aishwarya Rai Bachchan

I used to be a big fan of Aishwarya Rai back then. Sadly, I don't like her that much anymore but this sketch is really one of my favorite.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Let the tender hands lift the pen


A child is but a sapling,
That does bear a wing.
He's full of dreams,
He makes his dream come true
By his fingers new.
The immature mind and his soft arm
Needs care so he can be away from harm.
To grow saving his tension,
Through the scholastic mission.
Thus, let him be in school with a proper attire
To unfurl fully his heart's desire.

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