Monthly Archives: November 2010

Enquiring chimes


When do you feel let out?

Not only when you are in wrong,

But also when you are  in song,

Pretty well when you long ,

To differ from the crowd.

 

 


When do you  experience difficulty?

Not only when  you  cannot solve,

But also when you can absolve,

Very much when you resolve,

To  work out vigorously.

 

 


Why do you often stumble?

Not only when you take a  false  gait

But also when you   make a   step right

More so when there is a great  plight,

To recover from  the tumble.

 

 


Why do you invariably fail?

Not only when you are a laggard trail,

But also a go ahead sail.,

Even  when you reconcile to a bail,

There blinks a curious  frail.

 

 


Why so ?this  sustains

What for ? this pertains,

How  well ? this maintains.

In the world of  feign and drains,

Insisting an eventual  disdain.





A Passion


Writing is my passion,

It calls for distinction,

As it is a creation,

With exact narration,

Linking with  reason,

Smothered with  imagination,

Believed to be a translation,

Of the mind’s explanation,

Described as an expression,

Of the heart’s emotion,

Enraptured in a navigation,

Of losing  one’s identification,

Sailing in a deemed premonition,

Of grand splendid celebration

Spurring an exuberance of reverberation,

That of spontaneous  revelation,

Of rejoice and exhilaration




,


A Sin


To hurt others

Is a sin,

To cheat others,

Is a sin,

To disappoint others

Is a sin,

To fight with others ,

Is a sin,

To destroy others,

Is a sin,

To take vengeance on others,

Is a sin,

To speak ill of others,

Is a sin,

To loan to others ,

Is a sin,

To take decision for others ,

Is a sin.

What is it then ?

If others be wicked to us,

It is not a sin,

Accept and live,

Then living

Becomes a sin.




The Tastes Of India


.Article first published as The Tastes of India on Blogcritics

India is incredible. It is an ancient country. Its Upanishads abound in wisdom. Its culture exudes warmth. Its people are simple. Its traditions are age-old.

This beautiful country is a home to many religions. There is a peaceful coexistence among people who follow different faiths. A skirmish here and a feud there take place occasionally. As we find many religions, as we hear many languages and dialects, as we experience many customs, we also can trace diverse tastes.

The Indian peninsula originates in the Himalayas and ends at the Cape of Kanyakumari. The food which people prepare varies from region to region. In the north wheat is the primary food. In the south, rice is the staple. Generally, Indian food is spicy and hot.

Andhra food is the hottest of all. The mango pickles and chutneys, which look angry red, pose a threat to the taste buds. Avakkai is the most famous pickle that is prepared with great care in this region.

Tamilnadu also excels in preparing various dishes, but they are more mild and less spicy. The idlis and vadais of this area need a special mention. The condiments used give a special flavor to the food.

Kerala food has a liberal mix of coconut milk and oil. Its appam and puttu are very tasty. The nearby state of Karnataka is known for its Mysore rasam and varieties of rices like tomato rice and jeera rice.

Toward the north, the kashmir Pulau is a favorite dish. Basamati rice is used to make this specialty.

West Bengal is famous for its sweets. The mere sight of the white rossa gullas stimulate our appetite. The Maharastrian pakoras are really crispy. The Gujarathis make delicious sweets with milk and nuts. The Punjabis make rotis and raithas with great skill.

Indian masala is irresistible. Indian food is inimitable. The teeming population of this country truly extend a cordial welcome to the tourists by rendering a variety of culinary expertise.

//

 

I Decide


I decide fast,

I decide bold

I decide rash,

I decide harsh.


I decide  at the moment,

I decide without thinking,

I decide  for the sake of it,,

I decide   as I need to.

 

 

I decide instantly

I decide right,

I decide fine,

I succeed.

Sound of Music


Music flows  like an unruffled wave
Revealing a sombre save.
Music rings  like a jingling bell,
Lilting with an enticing spell.
Music radiates a happy chime,
Revolving round a joyful time.
Music bellows like a loud thunder,
Emanating a metaphysical asunder,
Music brings in a shocking rhythm,
Recalling a  melancholic algorithm.
Music echoes a blissful melody,
Filling up with a celestial goody,
The sound of music are  so many,
Keeping in terms with situations any.

Pains Are Too Many


Pains  are  so many,

They may seem uncanny

To talk about  them,

Is worth a penny.

 

 


The head wails  and reels

While it  suddenly  feels

A shooting and  splitting ache,

Through the routine  deals.

 

 


The eyes  prick and burn

In the fiery  terrible  sun,

As it experiences a  bloody irritation,

Enduring a  stress  laden reddish run.

 

 


The nose   locks,

In the biting  wintry  stocks,

As it catches  an infection,

Causing  a severe terrific  nasal block.

 

 


The neck sprains,

In a tough ordeal  drain,

Going through  a  stiff position

Proceeding  with  an unbearable strain.

 

 


The heart slows  on

As the pulse  falls  down,

While  it fails  to pump blood ,

Leading to  a  total break down.

 

 


The intestines  mourn

With  a  deficit  born

Succumbing to  a pernicious virus

Caving into a hazardous zone.

 

 


The hands  fumble

In a  shameful  tumble,

As they stabilize   a paralytic move,

Wishing for a therapeutic  preamble.

 

 


The legs sob and  weep,

As  they stumble steep,

With a   stifling difficult   pain,

Tracing into  intermittent peep.

 

 


The incessant intolerable  aches,

Throughout the systematic   stakes,

Cause an impromptu  intricate   strain

That torments and devastates  all makes.