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Travel I Do.


Being a pure vegetarian from birth
used up to home-made food for long
travelling did not bring much mirth,
Nothing much to eat all the way
and nothing like to eat in the cafe
I sit in a corner with an empty tray
during dining time very safe
with a fruit juice iced
seeing others enjoy the dinner
and eat all else not even fried
from egg to chicken not thinner
lambs to cows all grilled
pork to fish very much smellyfruit juice
all without any discount
make me feverish and disorient
so as days into traveling in the count
get tired and exhausted with disjoint
wishing to get back home at the best
as every time I decide in a hush
not to undertake excursions and take rest
but all times I break my vow in a crush
as the enthusiasm to see places
overwhelms and conquers in a rush
my otherwise low ebbing spirit in a chase.

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The Strife


A woman in her mid forties
was getting back to her country.
had no experience in air travel
came to me for help in finding the gates
and fulfilling the other formalities
She took to me well and came with me
She taking me as a sister
came out with her story bitter.
full of pain and tough experience.
Listening to her I got moved and tense.
She had lost her husband early in life
and with literally no money in hand underwent a strife
in bringing up and educating her sons
They are in their high school now
She is repatriating to the country of her birth.
Having completed her formalities in a dearth
and spent a reasonable amount in the procedure
anticipating a quick acceptance in a short tenure
My heart went out to her all the more
wishing her all the best in the fore
I bade her farewell as we reached our destination.
The world abounds with people of needs
who sustain and survive with minced feeds.images 17

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Sustenanace


temperature rising.With the temperature rising
travel becomes uneasy.
Travel we have
to fulfill the commitments
be it social or business.
Tiding over we go about
with a strain and a drain
sapping the energy .
depleting the resource.
disabling the mind
destroying the body.
Go we with all these
to make both ends meet
otherwise sustenance
would become a question.

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A Slice Of The Day


Late in the evening there was a mad rush.
The movement was so heavy it caused a crush.
The travellers were making a lot of fuss.
running helter skelter in distracted hush.

Clambered into the right train at last train

The train puffed and puffed as it moved out of the station
A pleasant breeze gushed through the window’s crosssection.
Sleep knocked down the eyes to a complete inert disposition.
The head nodded vigorously to the train’s speed like a doll in an exhibition.

An hour later the train reached the destination.
The commuters with their baggage got out of the station.
They made their way to their homes in utter exhaustion.
This was every day happening for them without any relaxation.

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They Go Past.


Listening to the wind’s manifesto,

holding on to its gusto,

sailing along with its course,

beating its trail with a force,

the ship tossed in the rough seas.

 

Moving ahead across the rugged road,

struggling on with a smile broad,

enduring every hurdle with patience,

trying to out-beat the competition with a reference,

she treaded the desolate path all alone.

 

Braving the storm with diligence

shoved past the ship with an animated presence.

Pushing aside the obstacles with a determination

she raced towards the destination.

 Hey  you ! Will they reach their goal ?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Pack Your Bags


It is packing up once again.

It is a periodical  schedule all again.

A month here and a month there all again.

puts one to no profitable gain.

 

A long drive down the road,

in the Express Highway broad,

 is pleasurable for not too often trod,

exhaustively  tiring for a monthly slot.

 

Up in the air for half a day,

right from the morning ray,

sitting  with a fastened belt all day,

pushes one to the edge of the bay.

 

Formalities  at the port of departure,

leaves one in  discomfiture,

Similar rituals at the arrival is a feature,

creating agony and  exertion in a single capture.

 

The up and down movement is throbbing.

What for the mind starts probing?

Might be to clinch a fortune is the lobbying.

Alas! it is a meaningless expedition almost a robbing.

 

 


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Love Changes All


It is a   very long  travel all the more,

Very far from home,

Too much different from home,

Bound by love and affection all the more.

 

Living  under the same roof,  all the way

Is nevertheless a strife  all through the day,

Looking  at each other all the time

Is an awesome bother most of the time.

 

It has been the way of life shortly,

Flying tempers  break the monotony,

Shaking the basics  of harmony,

Finally seeking shelter in shelves solitary.

 

It was drive  clouded with hesitation,

It was a  long  flight across to the destination,

The tired mind encountered a warm reception,

Endowing a resourceful inspiration


It was  pure affection and love,

Emanating from  a son beloved,

Brought up as a  precious jewel  all above 

Stands exposed to the vagaries of time in the strove 

 

Nudging close to me he learnt alphabets,

Lying on my lap he counted numbers  to a test

Numeric got their value in their  best,

Letters put together rocked  in their  crest.

 

He grew  in my shadow,

Letters pushed the numbers below,

Writing overtook counting in the flow

Creating a “Man Of Letters” in a full glow.

 

His writing took its wings,

Away he flew from me 

To places far beyond the shores in swings

Bringing laurels to him and pride to me all the more.

 

Rising up in stature  he remains fair,

His nest got enlarged  in  the  fare,   

A dedicated wife to take care ,

A  quick-witted daughter to  share.

 

Enjoyed every moment   of my sojourn,

An unknown place became known,

A biting cold took a bearable tone ,

Well! Love  gets enthroned  in an exclusive zone.


 

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I Have Been to London


Pussy cat, Pussy cat,Where have you been?

Oh! Where did the Pussy cat go? .

To London to see the queen,

 Well,what does this show?

 

 

Everyone wants to see  London,

 As once  it ruled the world,

Now  its supremacy is undone,.

When its colonisation spree got curled.

 

 

Its history goes back to the millennium

Founded by the Romans as Londinium,

Traced  its roots to celtic  medium,

Research enforces a period beyond compendium.

 

 

  

Hailed as the largest global city,

Home to the headquarters of 100 of major financial companies,

Housing  Cambridge,Oxford and other great universities

Inhabited by all races who live in cohabited  ease.

 

 

Monarchy still commands respect,

Queen and Prince still exist,

Palaces and churches are attractive prospects,

Their grandeur is hard to resist.

 

 

William Shakespeare lies in Stratford-on-Avon,

A mortal whose fecundity  was his originality,

Who discerned  lively portrayals of the royal and common,

Decking  them with wordy jewels inciting an inebriety.

 

 

 William Wordsworth  called nature his guide,

While Scott  in his novels  unravelled history,

Tennyson’s lyrics exalted in romantic pride,

Russell was an authority in analytic philosophy.

 

 

Sun never sets in the British Empire ,nearly a century ago,

Trading with countries in the east ,slowly became ruling,

Spices  gradually turned to proprietary impregnated with ego.

Traders assumed the role of governors  at perfect timings.

 

 

London swells  in pride and wealth over the centuries,

Treasures from the  Indian sub continent enriched the bourses,

Regaling in its prosperity the city   became a reverie.

Pushing back all the other competent forces.

 

 

It is everyman’s wish to see  the city,

As it holds an  exclusive attraction,

Both historically and commercially appears pretty,

Proposing  an expensive and lively distraction .


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A Journey Unqualified.


I am not a good traveller. Travelling is not my forte.

I avoid going to places, as I am a bane to the co travellers.I like to stay at home ,and get satisfied seeing places in the net and reading about them.

People cannot be static always. i had to take a trip to see my son, who usually comes to see me,thus keeping me away from travelling. Mostly , I fly. This time as an economy measure , I opted for railways.Indian railways has made a tremendous progressall through the years. The trains ,are comfortable, well maintained, but overcrowde.d To get a ticket , I had to hire a travel agent,and got the middle berth , the most unpleasant accomodation, anyone can think off.

Come what may, I dared to travel. I caught the train, on time a minute late ,it wouldhave crossed the station.. My spouse was furious. This is another weakness of mine, which iritates all.After a few hours of conversation with my fellow travellers,I climbed up to my berth. I knocked my head on the upper railings, and my leg hit the barricade. OOps. I whimpered, then with much effort, spread my sheets and tried to sleep. I tossed this way and that way, counted one to ten, many a time, and thought of many pleasant episodes, just in matter , I fall asleep. But sleep eluded me.People beside me were in deep slumber, some  even snoring . I  stayed wide awake. My hurt leg started aching, and I was in utter discomfort. After ,few hours of groping in the dark, I fell asleep, I know not how.
At about 5.45 in the morning, I awoke, and to my dismay, the train was nearing the suburb station, where I have to get down. I pulled myself up, my hurt leg was causing trouble, but I had no time to think about it ,I put the other leg in the railings, and with excruciating pain brougt the hurt leg to position, then slowly came down. Mean ntime the train whistled through the station. Hurriedly , I collected my baggage and leapt out of the carriage. puffing like the tranport, I travelled. I made  my way through the crowd, and my litle one , though now a 25 year old young man, rushed towards me.He took charge of me and my luggage. Seeing me in a disarray, he chided me for opting the railway.

My pain in the leg and the horridity , I encountered , melted when I saw my youngest kid..