Fascinates Me

How I write?

Narrate I my experience every day

share I my anguish not all days

part with my happiness every day

the trivial I see is transcribed

the serious is inscribed

exists there no difference

small and big have no inference

I write elaborately what I face

diligently sketch them in a trace

add a little colour and imagination

to catch the reader’s attention

know not whether I succeed

but it fascinates me indeed.

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Windows And Doors March 1, 2021

My windows for yearslay open allowingsunlight and fresh air. They are fastenedwith mosquito netswhere light traces its path, the wind comes in witha feeble strain, This beingso for some time, Of recent, I amforced to close the doorsas cats and squirrels, barge in play hide and seekin the living roomupturning the furniture. Yesterday, I fell […]

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Om Shivaya February 28, 2021

I stand on the banks of Ganges,Awe inspiring, the river flowsin i silence, A little away I see flamesThe body of the dead being consumed. The fire rises high Stench and smokeengulf. A few yards from there I espy men and women bathing . In the middle of the riverdead bodies floatalong with flowers. looking around my eyes rest on […]

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Above And Beyond February 27, 2021

The flow of the tidein the Bay of Bengalwith a lightest noise a kind of hummingand slightest gradationsubtle and pensivethe colour of water being at times pale blue most dark, turns me spell bound . Raga Mohana floats in the air the swarassa, ri, ga, pa ,tha, sa,flows with such melody, the permutations and combinations of the swaras along with the al […]

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Credibility Counts February 26, 2021

Listing my requirementsI call my grocerwho records my messagedelivers the goodsat the doorstep. So does my tailorwho pays a visiteither to take ordersor deliver the sameat home. That could be said of thefamous Saree housewho send in the new arrivals,I decide, he then sends the billwith matching blouse material. Such is the way I go […]

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A Little Of Gardening February 25, 2021

The warm weather has set in being late February. trees shed their leaves. Krishna, my gardener sweeps the whole morning. He rests under the shade, stretching his body, fills the green wheel barrow with yellow leavesSweating, Krishna pushes the barrow to the backyard, heaps allows them to dry.Waters periodically.takes great care. The leaves rotturn dark, Kr […]

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Evolution or Devolution February 24, 2021

The euphoria about a house built by a rich man a decade ago, pictures highlight its grandeur, the floors 40 in all with three helipads, gardens, car parks, ball room, banquet kitchens, bedrooms, make one raise the eyebrows not out of awe anyway. It is his privacy, his wealth allows such extravaganzanot any of a concern to the ordinary who wants a roof over […]

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Passing Through The woods February 23, 2021

It is a way into the woodswhere silence seemsto be the onlyone seen and felt As I walk throughthe dense forestsI espy the huge treesnestled close allowing no lightto pass. They appearto hold each other firmlythrowing out a proximity which pronounces a bondageas if one will notlet down the otherwhatever be the outcome. The togetherness […]

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Nightmare February 22, 2021

Getting up at 2 in the morningbrooding over the day’s events. I sense a dull pain in the legs symptomatic of restless leg syndrome. Straighten and twist the leg that most hurts. At times let out a sob. An hour passes the clock strikes 3 and then 4, Listening to the tick tock I stare in the dark, Silence unfolds. o

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The Input And Output February 21, 2021

It is as thoughI am passing througha storm. I feel being ambushedthe winds and rainsconfine me . An experience I havenever undergone,a bit crucial. The heart poundsas the rains ragewith a vengeance. The shiver downthe adrenalineknocks me down like the hurricanedashing on thewindow panes. I sense an exasperation,a throw out, a deceitsomewhere behind, encompas […]

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It Is Called Life February 20, 2021

It is been a contradiction a meaningless one, just being with each other creates a frustration bringing a dissatisfaction. Tempers rise up with tempestuous acceleration books fly, cups dash on the wall,throwing tantrums at each other the couple swear not to see each other. Like the dew the controversy vanishes in the morning.The day dawns, off each goe […]

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