Sunday, June 19, 2011

Faith




Faith is a feeling
Emerges from a reverent heart
Blind faith is folly.


Written for: Haiku Heights

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Lost!





Bricks of a home should be cemented with love, peace and care. Our home is just like that and our baby would fill it with mirth and melody.” Priya’s emotion and excitement laden voice resonated in his ears as he cosseted his new born baby girl. She was the reflection of her mother.

Varun remembered how Priya always planned everything for their baby. Everything was going fine until she suffered from an urgent labor pains. He immediately hurried to his home from his office and then to the hospital.

Her cries were unbearable and heart wrenching for him. Few hours passed like an era. Then his painful heart fluttered to hear the wails of his baby. After that, everything went silent. “I’m sorry; we couldn’t save your wife.” The doctor declared this life shattering news.

He took his pink, soft baby girl in his trembling hands. They both lost their happiness. All the love, peace and care were lost! Lost forever.




Written for: Thursday Tales
                       Theme Thursday

Thread of true love








Music floats in life
When someone belongs to you
Making life full of love

Thread of true love is
Very delicate to handle
Hold the grip softly

Prefer the happiness
Of the person you adore
A rule of real love

Wealth of emotions
Treasured in special kinships
Makes the life blissful


Written for:

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

We will meet again…





Painting by Leonid Afremov 


I cherish the memories…
when we walked together in life.
I remember the chats…
which we rambled.
I miss the laughter...
which we shared.
I hum the tune…
which we sang together.
I regret the conflicts…
which occurred without any reason.
I hate your forgiveness…
which you implied when I was wrong.
I love you more than before…
when you’re not around me.
And, I hope we will meet again…




Submitted to: Thursday Poet's Rally
                           One Single Impression





Sunday, June 12, 2011

Oh Rain!








Whiskers of wind
Turned chilly from scorching
And trees started to dance
With their whispery tune

Vigorous sunrays
Became soft
Making the whole aura
Fresh like dew

Heaps of dark cloud
Veiled the sun
Suppressing its intensity
Creating a different hue

Oh Rain! you’re coming
 Shower your blessings
And reprieve us from the
Torture of summer.




Written for: Short Story Slam
                        Magpie Tales 
Shared@ Alphabe-Thusday (Letter R)



Triumph!


Despite all the fight
Sometimes, Slavery of fate
Is unavoidable

Opportunity
Is slipping through my fingers
The future seems bleak

But…

My next step will be
One more endeavor for sure
Triumph can’t escape.


Submitted to: Haiku Heights
                           Carry On Tuesday
                           Sunday Scribblings




Thursday, June 9, 2011

Just Do It!



Jaunty approach
Ultimate endeavor
Sovereign optimism
True passion

Don’t be afraid
Of hurdles

It will be
Trashed absolutely


Just Do It!

Written for: Acrostic Only



Hachi: A Dog’s Tale






                                        Perfect companion
                                        Enters in life and bonds well
                                        Tenderly attached.   






Richard Gere is one of my favorite actors and I’ve seen quite a few movies starring RG. But honestly I’ve never wanted to watch “Hachi: A dog’s story”

Last night I accidentally watched this movie and I’m glad I did so. “Hachi” is such a wonderful movie. Very touching!

It is a story of a dog named ‘Hachi’ and his master ‘Parker Wilson’ a professor played by ‘Richard Gere’. Parker took Hachi as his pet and in few days they bonded quite well and developed deep feelings for each other. The dog used to follow him to the train station in the morning where he leaves for his work and waited patiently for him outside the station in the evening. At the train station Hachi attracted the attention of other commuters. Many of the people who frequented the train station had seen Hachi and Professor Parker together everyday.

One day, suddenly, his master died due to cerebral hemorrhage. Hachi did not know that his master was not returning back ever. He religiously waited outside the station everyday for nine long years. His loyalty is profiled in the local newspaper. Hachi, now old and achy, died outside the station loyally waiting for his master. After his death he had visions of his master and they finally reunite fondly.

Richard Gere is stunning as ever and the dog who played ‘Hachi’ acted, yeah acted really well.

Actually this film is based on real story of a dog ‘Hachiko’ who was born in Odate in 1923. After the death of his owner in 1925, Hachiko returned to the Shibuya train station the next day and every day after that for the next nine years. The real Hachiko died in 1935. In April 1934, a bronze statue in his likeness was erected at Shibuya Station.
Original Hachiko

Submitted to: Acrostic Only

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Golden morning




                                              Image @ Poets United



My heart blossoms like
Roses in a porcelain vase
To see you smiling.

Your innocent smile
Do wonders like warm sunshine
In misty morning.

Your affection is like
Sprinkle of rain on parched earth
Evoking aroma of soil

Twinkle in eyes is
Like glow in a dark night
Spreading light all over

Tender touch gives hope
Of new, fresh golden morning
With vibrant rainbow




Submitted to: Haiku Heights
                            Poets United








Thursday, June 2, 2011

A pleasant surprise



In the hustle bustle of market, stations and some other public place sometimes, we come across some people who look quite different from what they are and leave us amazed.

Asha struggled to enter the metro rail. Though the train was crowded, as usual, she managed to occupy a seat. In front of her seat, a flock of so-called new generation boys,  flaunting absurd clothes and  eccentric hairstyles, were sitting. They all were luminously energized. They were patting and pushing each other and almost shouting.

Asha got irritated by their erratic behavior. “They did not have sense of behaving in public place as many people including girls and women were traveling with them.” She thought.

When the train stopped at a station, an old couple entered the train and was searching for seats. As train was full they did not find one. In train, announcers always preach that one should vacate the seats for senior citizens, handicapped and women but no one seemed to follow the preach. To see the old couple standing Asha got up from her seat to offer them her seat but a boy of that very group beckoned her to sit and two of them vacated two seats for the old couple.

Asha was pleasantly surprised by their unexpected demeanor. In these changing times, it is good to see that some youngsters hold respect and manners for elders. Even though they try to look modern and tend to be stylish according to the fashion but they have not forgotten their etiquette. It seemed a good omen for cultured upcoming generation.



Submitted to: 3WW
                           Sunday Scribblings