The river was flowing gently
without much waves high and plenty
The boat was crossing silently
carrying the people happily
The ride was pleasant extremely
with no rush and no push immediately.
The boat glided slowly on the waters smoothly
while the boat man was rowing steadily.
Singing a song to keep him alert and merry
making the ride enjoyable and lovely.
The ride lasted for an hour totally
The fellow travelers were all hawkers generally
taking goods from this end to the other
They told
their tales interestingly.
The ride ,on the whole was different and exciting
never experienced such joy exhilarating.
Month: June 2013
The Take Off.
All set to fly
the aircraft was getting ready
with the passengers coming one by one
taking the allotted seats
Pushing their hand baggage in the cabin
and fastening the belt with a tag in
The air crew demonstrate in earnest
as how to fasten the belts in best
and how to make an emergency exit
with none paying attention to the wit
announces the captain in his gruff voice
the grand take off.
The engine starts with a groan
getting on the runaway in tone
The plane takes off smoothly
gliding through the sky
Up and up it goes fast
piercing into the clouds
The passengers get settled at last.
Switching on the prerecorded videos
with the head set on listening to the audio
enjoy the early hours of flight.
Then comes the meals and drinks
enough to keep them on.
As the hours go by there settles in
a dull monotony and comes a strain
With legs aching and the head getting dizzy
sleep creeps in silently .
Nodding the heads to and fro the passengers fly
turning the aircraft to a discreet silence.
In the dreary night the plan flies in lead
with about three hundred and fifty on board it speeds.
The old, young and the kids sleep
with an uncomfortable orientation
longing to land and run into the terrain
wanting to stretch and breathe fresh air.
A Pilgrimage
Few of my friends all over fifty years
went on a pilgrimage after long years.
They went on a train journey towards North
They were about seven of them going North
They had a pleasant travel and visited places
Badrinnath and Kedarnath are lord Shiva’s resting places
They are on the way to the Himalayas
The shrines nestled in between the peaks of Himalayas
look grand and beautiful infusing piety .
The friends had a meaningful sojourn
Having worshipped Lord Shiva they had a new sojourn.
There were heavy rains and the land got cutoff
stranding the pilgrims in remote areas almost cut off
They remain there stranded condemning their choice of travelling
as rainy season is not appropriate to travel.
The rains have not abetted and the situation is bad
Their return gets postponed as the season is pretty bad.
How long have my friends are to be there?
A Long Travel
It was a long stretch.
A very long one
with a big patch
of driving uphills
and going up in a batch
with little kids
proved to be difficult to match.
The travel was exhaustive
and ran for long hours
The distance was extensive.
covering it in a day needed a prowess.
Yet we went on and on the long drive
with the children squirming
and we getting uncomfortable in the dive.
Reaching the destination at last
unpacked the things in a hurry
putting the children to rest
set up the kitchen without any worry.
Prepared the meals fast
ate the food in no hurry.
F
elt relieved and fresh
ready to face anything in the cast.
A Tribute To Home.
The house turned into a home
with the intimacy and binding
with a responsibility and stake
explodes with enthusiasm most
deplores with melancholy at times
causing a hip hip hurrah most times
leaving a defeat at times.
This is but natural
as once you run you encounter a fall
and then get up and go.
The defaults and distractions
enhance the merits and credibility
The warmth that home exudes
keep us in a deluge.
Nothing can beat the home
Cordial and cool it is
Cozy and lovable it is.
great and conducive it is.
it is nothing but what it is.
All At Home- Haiku.
The House Crumbles.
Desperate and different
she turned away
not wanting to see
not liking to hear
not getting on it again
she took fast strides
and almost in a run
disappeared from the place
weeping and sobbing
Leaving her for a while
and allowing her to compose
stared at the wreck
which stood before
The one which was a grand bungalow
has crumbled into ruins
The lack of care and indifference has paid off .
She being a part of its glory
has been away from it for quite some time
Having been denied her rights
and having been deprives of her belongings
as deceit overtook the rightful sharing.
She got over her shock after crying for long
rose up and took my hand
She did not speak but moved away.
Her silence spoke volumes.
her eyes expressed a myriad of emotions
T
rembling she passed the ruins
turning and looking at them frequently
as each brick brough back to her tales of past.
The Home Where She Grew.
Passing through the house
where she was born in a close
where she was brought up
and the place where she spent her childhood
and the formative years all in great strides
were practically over there in a slide.
She halted a moment looked at the aisle she used to stand and watch
saw the bedroom where she slept all the years nothing to match.
Turned a little away got a glimpse of her study
where she had her lessons, and her music and dance classes
She, as if in a flash saw the garden
where she jumped and hopped and played
and over and above all the verandah
where she spent her time talking with her parents
who are now dead and gone
The home bore such thoughts and memories
now looks desolate shedding its pomp and splendour
which once was its valuable possession.
Gathering strength and brushing aside her tears
she moved slowly from the place
with a heavy heart and a sadness untold.
The Home-Echoes of Joy
The house bubbles with joyous play
seeing children running here and there
playing hide and seek
doing a bit of gardening
much different to the modern children
who sit glued to the T.V
or else busy with their computers.
The yelling and shouting ‘
continued till the evening
letting out for a short break
the time for bathing and meals.
Otherwise it was full of activities
making the house reverberate with laughter.
The house hosting such mirth and happiness
reacted with a smile broad and generous.
You might wonder Could a house smile?
Smile it did ,that too broadly
brimming with joy and swelling with pride
The house has become a loving home
a great plausibility of reference
in the run,.
Home is Great.
The home where one is born
evokes nostalgic memories in turn
The child would not know
the place but could feel it as of now.
The familiarity would seem strange
but it does exist in a range.
The environment gets close to him
Leave alone the house be small or big
the influence is great
The cozy environment that surrounds.
The ticking of the clock that is around
the sound of the buzzer that irates
the creaking of the gate that irritates
and the movement of the people inside
with the opening of the doors in sides
and the banging of windows due to harsh wind
and the smell that comes from the kitchen in bind
gives an attachment to the child unassuming
develops a sensation of belonging to him
That be so the home becomes a second mother to child
in which he could derive strength and tenacity wild
where he could deliberate and deviate
where he could do what all he likes
Home is beautiful and great.

