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Once Upon A Time __My Memories Go.


Once upon a time I used to hear
not only the birds tweets
I heard the donkey’s bray
they with their long ears
wandered making noise not sweet
the lanky figure was in dirty grey.

Once upon a time I used to eat
all things cooked at the moment
no frozen or prepared food
never warmed in a microwave in upbeat
not consume anything that caused a torment
all fresh ones that did a lot of good.

Once upon a time I used to read
newspapers in the early morning
novels and poetry in my school
did I know any online read?
not I sat glued to the TV in the morning
nor did I spend time in the net full.

Once upon a time I led a healthy life
with walks and strolls to keep me in strife
breathed plenty of fresh air to keep going
now I sit indoors a way of my life
stuck to the digital world in my strife
live closeted to ward off mosquitoes in the going.

Once upon a time memories come up and go
reminiscing the good old days in the flow
well, they would not return in the days
it is prudence to adjust to the days in the go
nostalgic of the past causes a glow
live through all the more with the days in store.

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The Days of Childhood


The days of childhood bring fond memories
Nothing to care all through.
Something to work mostly through,
All things to stare and devour through and through
With the hop and a pop finally a drop
the days went ahead in speed top
Bubbling with enthusiasm the years rolled by.
Eating every other thing hard or soft that came in the way.
Playing a lot outdoors inhaling plenty of fresh air.
Falling down and breaking the leg not once but many a time
Crying and weeping over the fall creating a scene
Fighting with siblings and friends for no reason
Keeping away from them for hours few.
Making peace with them by extending a chocolate
All these small incidents treasured in memory till date
added to the mirth and happiness of those days
which would never come however much we crave.images (38)

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I Remember My Mother.


I recall the  golden hours

When I was caressed by you

I retrospect the  days,

When I was reprimanded by you

I think about the years,

When I felt close to you

I recollect the period,

When I was scoffed by you

I recapture the events,

When  I was blessed by you,

I restructure the  anecdotes ,

When I was ejected by you.

I saw the two sides of you,

The good in my younger days,

The bad in my older  years.

Let the affection  be  a  dream,

Let the friction  be  an illusion.


 

 

I  remember your  unfathomable  love alone,

I retrace  your  cherished thoughts alone,

I   renew your  graceful behests alone.

Which   have made me ,

What  I am today,

Which has given  me the tenacity,

That I carry with pride..

Which  has  endowed me with acumen,

That   aids me in my progress,

It is an inheritance,

That  none can deny me.

 

 

I hear  your   firm voice

Bidding me to  work hard,

I visualise your  stern eyes,

Commanding  me to talk less,

I feel  your  strong presence,

Ordering me to do more.

I see in your  astounding execution,

Great skill and talent,

Which you  have passed on to me,

Which none could  grab or plunder.

 

Yet , you in course of years,

Fell down from your elite status,

Of comfort and luxury,

Tumbled  down  from your citadel,

Of fame and name.

While ,I stood watching your ignominy,

Helpless  but in profound grief.


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Ma, What went wrong ?

I failed to ask you,

When you were alive.

I tried many a time,

But I never got a chance,

As you were not yourself,

In your last years,

A mere helpless puppet,

In the hands of many,

Who came not from your tribe,

But from a disaster zone,

Robbed you of your pluck,

Deprived you of your luck,

You knowingly or unknowingly,

Became a weakling,

Both in mind and body,

All  at the same time,

Which pushed  you tooblivion,

Never to catch the glory,

Which was yours in prime.

 

Oh! my dear mother,

Rest you in the grave,

Like a  poor lamb,

Helpless and ignorant.


I still remember you mother,

Not as a lamb,

But as a Lady,

Highly talented and competent.

Let me live ,

With that precious memories alone