Tag: Morning

Poem

Not Anymore.

The clock strikes seven
ding dong goes its bell
I used to be in a hurry
not so anymore

The seven in the morning
a crucial time long back
with children at home
not so anymore.

The morning call at seven
a hectic time long before
the school bus honked so loud
not so anymore.

The alarm went mad at seven
ran here ran there long ago
my boys jumped over the fence
not so anymore.

The seven past in the morning
heaved a sigh of relief years back
with my boys packed to school
not so anymore.

Now the seven, or eight in the morning
I watch the school buses ply up and down
my sons not around me to get ready
very different all the more.

Tags Morning, Poem, School

Nature Poetry

it was thirty minutes past four
well into the early morning
between dark and dawn quite cold
with none of the humans up and around
the world was busy otherwise in a get up
the birds were ready for their fare
their cackle and chirp bustling in a bound
there were the others insects moving up and down
enjoying the beauty and serenity together
a wonderful thoroughfare was in the hub
an orchestral music being played with interest
without the interference of man’s artificial signs
hoots and honks, fumes and dust all prevalent
it is the nature in all wholly at its best.

Tags Beauty, Birds, insects, Morning, Poem

thoughts

It Is One Of Joy.

It is a beautiful May morning

the sun is in its full strength

could see the joy around in full length

the eyes of the children are sparkling

while they go up and down in the swing

they count the moves up to the tenth

they sigh and let out their breath

as they go high up all giggling

it is a pleasure to watch them play

not they know beyond that

a momentous rejoice it seems

an experience that stays for the day

not bothered of any other thing after that

peace transcends subtly in a seam.

Tags gay, Joy, Morning, shine, Sun, swing

thoughts

Too Early

It was too early
three in the morning
sleeping soundly with no dreams fairly
with the night still intense and dark ranging
got a call from an unknown land
the ring going on for a minute in length
a long one breaking the stillness in a disband
reluctantly got up from the bed without strength
answered the call still sleepy and eyes closed
could not identify the caller with a force
who spoke of publishing in detail notes
knowing not what she was telling in course
politely told her it is too early for me
both to listen and respond exactly
with that my sleep bade farewell
leaving me lie down looking at the ceiling dreadfully.

Tags mild, Morning, night, Poem, sleppless, three

thoughts

Hey ! Normal Day

The day with a peculiarity

not one with the day-to-day

very different from the daily

that being one of an event

might sound very odd and silly

but it being true and genuine

the wake up for the day

being very early before sunrise

when still there being a little darkness

with the sun seen nowhere

it is an experience by itself

having the early morn for yourself

with none to share the bliss

not even the birds being out

nor any sign of human movement

with the dogs after the vigil

sleeping pretty heavy in the porch

a delightful ecstasy it is

and having been alive for so long

this day becomes unusually important

with beautiful interpretation

that could be better felt than expressed.

Tags Awake, Bliss, Day, ecstasy, Morning, normal, Poem, Routine

thoughts

The News Paper In The Morn

The crack I heard

made a sound so strange

making me to be on toes

not knowing from where it came

stood almost motionless for a time

while my thoughts made their own story ‘

that being a crash of the roof

a collapse that is coming down

while I being trapped in the ruins

with no help in the proximity

not even able to shout for help

as my voice got stifled in between

that be the end of me cried my soul

which had readied itself to fly

leaving my mortals under the roof

with none to claim it

as my imagination was building up

my reality came into existence

finding myself standing where I am

intact full of flesh and bone

nothing wrong has taken place

except a creaking sound from the iron gate

where the paper boy has thrown the news paper

with that begins the day of work

that is my routine all through the years

first in the morning going through the news

be it how many gadgets come up

with news getting flashed up all day and night

the paper in hand in the morning

has been my delight all my life

as you know habits die-hard,

Tags Day, Imagination, Morning, Poem

thoughts

The Morning Call

The morning works out for calls

which rolls out like balls

with the appointments in the follow

and nothing could go through the hollow

each being important and vital

one has to go up by the title

arranging the alibi by importance

and then going by the relevance

there arises a multiplication of prompts

that go with the highest fonts

a great vigilance has to accompany

that should not relax the symphony

likewise the execution has to be underway

stumbling on no obstacle in the pathway

a meticulous effort goes ahead in the program

making the morning a time for instagram

Tags Call, frenzy, Morning, Poem

thoughts

The December Morning

A beautiful morning it is

chill and breezy all it is

with the whiff of fresh air

comes the dawn all fair

the trees bow down as the wind blows north

they rise up with the wind blowing south

the oscillation gives a soft cajole

leaving us refreshed on the whole

then come the birds that chatter with glee

flocking with their kin on a tree

with that there heralds children’s voices

rushing out to play in the place of their choices

that be the cold December morning

which throws out a joyful glistening

Tags Air, breeze, Cold, December, Morning, Poem, whiff

thoughts

Early In The Morning

Being early in the morning

got up with a yawning

listening to the birds cackling

hearing the hooting

quickly rising

rushed to the opening

as someone stood calling

very early in the morning.

Who is it ? said I

paying a significant apply

steadying myself in a shy

looking through the door’s eyes

saw a big fat guy

appearing tall and high

breathing heavily with a sigh

as if he is going to die.

Tags cackling. guy, die., Morning, Poem, sigh, yawn

thoughts

A Morning

It being a gay morning

with the birds joyfully chirping

the wind noiselessly whispering

the sun lazily rising

the donkeys constantly braying

the horses frequently galloping

the dogs randomly barking

the street vendors incessantly shouting

the children soundly sleeping

the women busily cooking

the men tenderly gardening

the day extensively stretching

with activities dramatically lessening

as it being a Sunday in the opening.

Tags activities, dramatically, Morning, Poem, Sunday.

Ramblings

The Shoe Flowers January 19, 2021

I find two pairs of flowersglimmering. The bright red pair.look shiny and provoking like a lipstick worn lass. The soft rose ones demure and rich carry an elegance, lady like Adoring both the pairs I watch my gardener Krishna, plucking flowers of varied colours, he gets near the hibiscus stops, hearing me scream,” No, No, Krishna, leave them”, Obe […]

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I Dream January 18, 2021

It is happening every day in the morningbetween 2.30 and 3I see a beautiful swandescending from heavensails as elegant as she canraps on my pillow gently. I do not open my eyes lest, she would fly off pretend to sleep she walks round my bedpulls my big toe. I stay still. She does it again with force, I do feel the […]

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Two Birds In A Bush January 17, 2021

one chirping loudlythe other pecking busilya sight I relate very closeas in a familyone worksthe other enjoys. Curious, I watch themthe singer keeps companyinspiring the workerto hunt for more.Its tweets enthuse.Both fly back witha fair collection, The rest is left to my imagination.I tell myself it is singer’s dutyto feed the young ones, the otherbird […] […]

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Dillies And Dallies January 16, 2021

It is a long daywith drizzle and suncold and warmone of contradictionsan unusual phenomenonat this part of the year.when the rains ceasethe monsoon endscold wave sets in. The day ends with showersthe darkness grows intensethe nights turn warmwhile the afternoonsgrow cold yet an unfamiliarpresentation of Nature.The unexpected twistsand turns caution us. An al […]

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Timings January 15, 2021

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The Way I Do January 14, 2021

The fourteenth of Januaryevery year [i]Pongal[/i]festival otherwise calledharvest festival is celebrated.I keep the earthen potsand earthen stoveon the North East patio. I use to decorate the areaevery year the previous dayplacing sugarcane on either side,hanging stringed Mango leavesat the entry. Draw [i]kolams [/i]with rice powder. Not in absoluteperfectio […]

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Road Often Traversed January 12, 2021

Hard to go around doing choresday in and day out performingthe same old in small or large doseturns killing. Sighing and heaving I go abou.tphone calls, guests droppingin between. I carry on, no doubt’with exhaustions interfering. It so happens this morna trouble brews up all too suddenaccusing the one who has goneshe who had a […]

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The Brown Bird January 11, 2021

The wings flutter up and downthat of the bird in browna big one akin to an owlwith eyes black in tone. The bird takes off as if in a dashpenetrates with a splashthe sky divides to let it passone could see its huge claws, Sharp enough to peel off the skinthe air blows very thinthe […]

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Kaliyuga January 10, 2021

Weathermen do not knowwhy there are rains?at this part of the year, whilethe monsoons have ended.When questioned draw blank. The year that was, filledwith scare, where thepandemic did not comeunder any astrological map,Calculations go wrong. The claim it has been predictedas health issues will make lifeterrible at the onset of next yearappears an after thoug […]

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Frivolous January 9, 2021

I open the main door find a cute brown and white cat cuddling in my chair Possessive of the chair inanimate as it is, I feel at easewhen I sit on it, if anybody occupies I lose my equanimity, Before i could chase the one who has usurped my place.she jumps and perches on the swing amused at my panic. I remove […]

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