Monthly Archives: January 2016

A World Without Internet.


I am a lazy bone

like not to go out

the home being alone

my place throughout.

 

A phone call from wherever

I am at the moment

brought the requirements forever

purchase was never a torment.

 

Being so a few years back

the invasion of the internet

has put me in a different track

I order and receive without any bet.

 

That way it is becoming easier

the online orders so quickly  placed

receive them at the door  not any further

the direct purchase is slowly out  phased.

 

The news comes to my desk

not I  walk to the gate

the internet acts brisk

flashes  the latest  without an abate.

 

Not withholding my writing

I  publish my posts from anywhere

never do I wait for any testing

such as the procedures  everywhere.

 

Never away from music at all times

I listen to my favourite musicians

through the you tube  as it chimes

the latest hits  of them in a manner  decisive.

 

Imagine a world without internet

never could I dream of it in a sense

as it has  most promisingly set

an indefatigable  presence.

 

 

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Laugh-The World Laughs With You.


Laughter  keeps us going

the lighter side of life

takes us through  in a swing

forget we the strains of strife

laugh we at each other

not once or twice

all through  with a romantic ardour.

 

The wedding at an age young

both of us in college

bitten by the  unusual  strung

a dependence on the verge

a way out from the regular

one day opted to dine out  for a change

an act of courage rather.

 

With little money in the pocket

meekly made into a five star  hotel

ordered a few in a speed of a rocket

our eyes met with a  mischievous twinkle

I touched  my hand bag as though it is a locket

a nervousness  shot up.

 

Had a sip of the corn soup  in fear

minced the naan slowly in  bits

both of us felt  queer

ate the food without a word

finished it grumpily being not our self

a time of apprehension.

 

Came the bill at last

butterflies were flying high and low

with a shiver read it fast

the spirit came back with a flow

the amount  very much fitted the purse

both of us  broke down with a laughter.

 

Hurrah! cried my husband in glee

he  paid the amount  with dignity

returned home with the mind all free

the happiness did not last long

as I revisited the bill  with diligence

a feel so much for  so little.

 

Again the mind started to nag

being the author of the dilemma

I smelt a conspiracy behind, a snag

the hotel has charged us more I cried

much to the chagrin of my husband

a quarrel started.

 

That being the tempo of our life  always

a fight, a shout, throwing tantrums

a swear, a curse and finally a treaty of peace

signed or unsigned you might question

it was more than that in truth

a pact for decades.

 

This could be a sample of our life

many more serious ventures

have pushed us to  take the knife

we looked daggers at each other for a time

came then an episode in a lighter vein

insinuated us to hold hands.

 

One being that of a project  commercial

tried our best to make it a success

being not backed by funds at the  stage initial

it suffered and turned  otherwise

he blamed me and I blamed him

a commotion unbearable.

 

Financial   difficulties crushed us  a little long

he tried to sell it at once

I protested and  continued it a little long

finally unable to bear his harshness I agreed

sarcastic he was as he said the words

“trying to get an old woman married”.

 

I became furious at first

enraged I shouted at him with all the might

few days after relished the test

the humour in it made me laugh for a while

I switched over to my original cherubic status

accepted it as a sarcastic humour as such.

 

Life is an entanglement as much

the husband and wife not only  tie the knot

they have to face and cross over as such

if fun and frolic takes up the slot

we could reach the sky with an ease

nothing is intangible.

 

This post is a part of #LoveAndLaughter activity at BlogAdda in association with Caratlane.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Days In An Aplomb


 

The days go in a jump  with an aplomb

a month has gone  in no time

eleven more months to go  in the from

what is the speed ? say it in a chime

I deliberate as of now and as always

could be more in a way

could be less on days

I assess with no perfection

yet the days roll so fastjan 31

the present becomes past

a lively progress of life

one to another seamlessly

nice to participate joyfully

as a run and a skip

could give the best quip.

 

 

 

Beauty And Brilliance.


Pure as a crystal

creamy like milk

having no blemish

skin like snow  so soft

hair black and in tuft

long and shiny

she looks so beautiful.

 

Just like her appearance

her heart is gentle

speech so sweet

voice so mellowed

mind very sharp

genial she acts

brilliant she is in every way.

 

Both the mind and looks

go so well with her

one supplementing the other

the other complementing the one

a combination of great wonder

could have been not better

beauty and brilliance together.beauty and brilliance

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Song In Me.


It is a music that I love

never do I miss it

the music lights up my heart

seems to be that someone is with me

I do listen with rapt attention

at times I nod my head

I do  clap with an appreciation

mostly I sing with the singer

all these do happen at home

while I write in my canvas

keeping up the tempo

the melody penetrates all through

my fingers type with an association

a lively interaction in a stroke.play-me-your-song_08-31-2013.jpg

 

 

A Source of Bounty.


The rains are on the way

the thunder has arrived

the lightning  follows

while the sky turns dark

the air becomes moist

significant it could be

a beautiful  syndrome

a gracious concept

a bounteous extension

always the rains are

somewhere in the land

everywhere  in the stretch

all too much of a pleasure .

Heavy Downpour

Heavy Downpour — Image by © Anthony Redpath/Corbis