Wednesday, February 23, 2011

My creation!

            Go through some
            Intelligent, some unusual…
            … Prompts.
            Try to figure out…
            … The gist.
            Unlock your imagination &
            Gather the scattered…

            Liberate your creative juice.
            Let the vague idea clear up,
            And shape a beautiful…
            Crafting something of your own…
            …is a delightful feeling.
            It replaces the stress
            … With elation.


Monday, February 21, 2011

Sweet Home

A Home is a paradise,
Walls paved with…
…concrete love.
Roof of  ultimate concern.
Doors of happiness.
Windows letting in the air …
…of contentment.

A haven where one gets
And security.

A place permeated with…
…aroma of good food.
Sharing juicy ramblings…
…over the tea table,
... spurts of amusement.

Echoing chuckles of…
Resonating mirth and…
Creating an aura…
… so peaceful.

A place, where…
…bond of love develops…
…and strengthens.
Caring and sharing…
Ebbing away the sorrows.

A place like temple
Where heart fills with…
Where all the stress
…of outer world,

A beautiful world…
… within the world.
A home,
The most sacred place,
Humming the…
…melody of elation.

 Written for: Jingle Poetry (Home, Temple And sanctum)
                       Sunday Scribblings (Food)
                        Monday's Child
                        You know that blog
Shared@         Poetry Jam

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Food discrimination

We all need food to live. Nutritious food to live a healthy life. Yummy foods to satisfy our taste. Sometimes people don’t want to just have the basic food then they choose to order something special from the restaurants.

Pasta? No Chinese. Sweets, Ice-creams (Variety of flavour), fried rice, chicken, burger, pizza, cakes, dosa, chhole bhatoore and much more.

Many people waste their food if they don’t feel like eating.

Please finish what’s on your plate. Wasting food is not just unintelligent, it’s also morally wrong. While we worry about consuming too many calories and putting on weight, some people die of malnutrition and starvation.

Do you know that many people in this world are unable to fix nutrition in their daily food? Some struggle to have their basic food. Some are bound to pick their possible foods from the garbage bins to kill their hunger as they have no choice. Many children suffer from malnutrition. Some people starve to death.

So please think before wasting food. Prepare that much which could be consumed. Or try to give the leftovers to needy people maybe starving just a few streets away. Many people can fill their empty stomach from those wasted food. Food is life so respect it's value.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

De ghuma ke!

Right now India is resonating with crackers and strangely I’m not feeling irritated. It’s the time when the whole nation follows just one religion. That is “Indianism”.

As the World cup song says “De ghuma ke”, India completely followed it. Fever of world cup 2011 is raising everyday and today India, started with a bang. Congratulations to Sehwag (175), Virat Kohli (100), the entire team and of course to entire nation! Of course there is still a long way to go but this victory in the very first match is definitely going to boost the confidence of our Indian team. Let the fever of World Cup reach the optimum level.

Today India defeated Bangladesh by 87 runs. Though Bangladesh fought back well but it’s a nice opening. I, on the behalf of the entire nation wish our Indian team to continue this magnificence.

It is the last world cup for Sachin Tendulkar (The first one dismissed in this world cup yet we expect some of his finest innings in his last world cup) so he along with the whole team definitely would be keen to bring the World cup back after 27 long years.
We all want the “World Cup”!

We all wish our Indian team to perform well and bring the shining glory home.

De ghuma ke!
All the best and god bless.


          Night is an obscure darkness
          Which shudders yet,
          Gives a hope of roseate hues of dawn.

          Parting is such sweet sorrow
          Which agonizes yet,
          Gives a hope of reunion.

          Defeat is such awful experience
          Which disheartens yet,
          Gives a hope of victory.

         Prompt@: Carry on tuesday
         Also submitted to Sensational Haiku

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Mother's love

Meera shifted to her new house. A home of her own. She was thrilled.
The house was small yet beautiful. The location was fringed with lush greenery. She was analyzing her new home and the surroundings. Suddenly, she heard some chirping sound coming from the kitchen. She climbed on the kitchen slab to have a look at the overhang. Her heart fluttered to see a pair of new born pigeon cuddling on the cluster of straw.

“Now what to do?” she wondered. She has to let them live here until they grow up. It will be so unkind to keep them outside to become the feast of cats and dogs.

2-3 days passed by in shifting and settling. But the kitchen was not completely settled yet. Few things rested on the floor of the small kitchen as the overhang was preoccupied.

Anyway, life went on. Every morning Meera would open the window to let the waiting parent pigeon enter to feed their offspring. They used to squeak as if sharing endless chats. Though it was a troublesome situation especially when this set up was in the kitchen, but there was no option but providing them shelter in such a tender condition.

Chintu, Meera’s two year old son wished to see the pigeon family. His eyes would beam with happiness and excitement. Meera too could not kill the urge of watching them occasionally. They squeaked, cuddled, chuckled and ate food urgently joining their beaks.

In just 15 days, the baby pigeon grew up. Almost looking like a big grown pigeon. They used to flap their wings and, every time they did so, dirt and a few tender feathers would spread all over the kitchen. The entire overhang was filled with their feces, which stink a lot.

Now they are grown up, Meera expected them to fly away so that she could clean the kitchen properly. But the ritual of meeting and parting still continued. 

It was really disturbing. Quite often she would spot feathers and grime on the kitchen slab. Now she was fed up of wiping off the muck several times in a day. “They’re grown up. Don’t they feel like flying?” Meera would think.

One morning when she entered the kitchen, she saw some spots of feces on the kitchen slab. It was very unhygienic. Her already irritated mind filled with anger. She closed the window. “It’s enough now. She need a break. She won’t let them come inside anymore.” She decided firmly.

Two days elapsed and she did not open the window. The whole kitchen was stinking and pleasure of having the stream of fresh air in the morning and evening was gone.

That evening Meera was preparing tea. The mother pigeon was sitting on the iron bars of the window and struggling to get inside but every time failed as the window was closed. The pigeons inside roamed restlessly all over the overhang and squeaking harshly to see their mother. The mother’s neck was dancing in anxiety. Eyes blinking in desperation to meet her children. They looked completely heart broken. Suddenly, affection and Kindness peeped from her heart. She imagined how she would have felt if she was not allowed to meet Chintu? She shivered at the thought.

She opened the window. The pigeon flapped its wings and fearlessly flew to the overhang. Suddenly, a gush of chirping and squeaking permeated the kitchen, as if they were condemning Meera for keeping them aloof. Expressing that how much they missed each other.
A satisfied smile formed on her face. She realized how mother's love & family is important for not just humans but for birds and animals also.  

Prompt@: 3WW (Blink, Occasion and Kind)
                                                                          Theme Thursday (Break)

Monday, February 14, 2011


          Birdie sat with hung face,
          There should be a celebration…
          …But there was no trace.
          This special day was going…
           …like another day,
          That was not fair…
          …for his 1st birthday.
          No one wished him,
          His visage was grim.
          Everyone one was roaming…
          …here and there,
          He thought gloomily…
          …that nobody cared.
           Birdie flew with sadness,
          Wandered high to kill…
          … His hopelessness.
          Returned at night…
          …to find dark shelter,
          Silence inside was deeper.
          He entered inside with fear,
          Where was his mommy dear?
          Suddenly, the room bathed…
          …with bright light,
          Oh! That was a gorgeous sight.
          The room was decorated with…
          …colorful frills,
          To see this view…
          … His heart was thrilled.
           His mommy held a large…
           …yummy cake.
          He was heartily happy,
          Coz it was for Birdie’s sake.
          The laughter burst all along,
           Everyone clapped and…
           Sang the birthday song.
           Birdie’s face lit with…
          … Instant pleasure,
          This was the moment,
          He wanted to treasure.

           Image prompt@: Monday's Child

Without you...

               You’d been my strength and
               I’ve never imagined my life
               Without you.

                Whenever I felt lost and vulnerable
                Always found your embrace…
                To get solace in.

               We shared ramblings...
               ...The whole night
               Only to find it was already dawn.

               Shared laughter and togetherness.
               Bond of love increased with,
               Every sorrow and hardship.

               After you left me alone
               Solitude crept in my life,
               Piercing my lonely heart.

               I can’t forget the moment
               When you were departing,
               Breaking the promise of love.

               Your hand slipped away
               From my trembling grip
               Making me an incomplete soul.

               Again, the gloominess of night is...
               ...Shrouded with your thoughts,
               Propelling me to stay awake all night.

               Days are dreary without you.
               Every night seems like a thousand years,
               Evoking an endless twinge in my heart.

               If I could have just one wish,
               I’d wish to have you again
               Providing me bliss & a purpose.

               However I know this is impossible
               As you’re very far to come back
               Still, my love for you will stay eternal.

(P.S: It's just a poem, according to the prompts and my imagination, from the point of view of an elderly woman/man who lost her/his husband/wife after 50 years of togetherness.)

Written for: Carry on tuesday
                        Jingle poetry
                        Sunday scribblings
 Shared @    One Single Impression
                        Poets United

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Someday soon…



Vicious spiral of rising violence,
Making the most beautiful place
Menacing to live in.

Peace shattered,
Love turned fire of hatred,
Vanishing the quality of being human.

Spiral flux of memories
Making the wrinkled eyes wet
Reminds the aura of amity.

Heart wandering here & there,
Searching for a cocoon
To relax in harmony.

Still… hope refuses to concede,
Waiting for a shining dawn
Beating the darkness, someday soon…

Written for Theme thursday
And Sensational Haiku



Wednesday, February 9, 2011


Vishal had been absent from 4-5 days. Nilabh, Rajeev and Aniket could not understand why, as Vishal was a very sincere student and never skipped his school and studies. Their group was incomplete without him.

On the 5th day of his absence, they all reached Vishal’s home thinking he might be ill. He lived in a small house. Curtains were ragged but clean. Only two wooden chairs, a table and an old cupboard comprised the drawing room.

A strange kind of silence was stretched out in the house. Vishal leaned on the table.

“Hey! What’re you doing?” Aniket almost shouted.

Vishal turned to hear the familiar voice. He was shocked to see them.

“Studying as usual. Mr. studious you know.” Raajeev said smiling.

“How’re you yaar? Are you alright?” Aniket flooded him with questions.

“Yeah, I’m okay. What about you all?” Vishal managed a weak smile.

“Then why aren’t you coming school? We thought you were sick or something like that. Are you really alright, you look pale?” Nilabh said as Vishal’s jovial face was grim.

“I can’t come henceforth. I’ll have to leave my studies perhaps.” Vishal said. His eyes welled up.

“But why?” his friends screamed together.

A long pause crept inside the room.

“Hey c’mon, we’re friends okay. What are friends for? Tell us if you have any problem.” Aniket said affectionately.

“Act… actually” Vishal hesitated but continued further. “My father lost his job three months back. He anyhow managed to pay my fees for three months, but now it’s getting difficult. You know our financial condition is not very sound. For my future only my father dared to pay this big amount of fees. A huge amount of money has been spent in my sister’s marriage. He is searching for another job but we all know finding a job is not so easy for an aged man with an ordinary degree.” Vishal’s voice was very depressed.

“C’mon be practical. You can’t leave your studies at this stage. You must be aware that board exams are approaching very shortly.” Nilabh said agitatedly.

“But I can’t ask for my fees in these circumstances. He is already distressed. I don’t have any option.” Vishal said disheartened.

“But you have friends. You remember what we promised to each other? We’ll always share our happiness and sorrows as well. And we all abide by our promises. Aren’t we?” Nilabh said.

“Of course! And yes, you can take tuitions to help your family.” Rajeev said.

Next day they all collected their pocket money and deposited Vishal’s fees and convinced Vishal to attend his classes.

But they all knew this was not the solution. So, they decided to talk to the principal.

“You all are the real gem boys. But I’m not a stone either. I can’t spoil the studies and future of such a brilliant student for mere few bucks. I exempt him from his fees until his father gets another job. He is allowed to attend his classes.” The principal said smiling.

“Thank you sir” they all shouted together and ran. Outside the principal’s cabin Vishal stood waiting for his fate. His friends came out jubilantly and hugged him. Two drops of tears rolled down his cheeks. He was heartily happy and today he understood the essence of friendship and humanity.