Burning the midnight oil
a famous idiom of toil
gets now altered with electricity
that is found not in cities
but in every available soil
while it is becoming a boil
ever costlier in alacrity
turning to alternative coils
that of solar and wind in gritty
while the solar is gaining loyalty
the wind has proved its credence
but none could beat the powerful semblance
released primarily by electrical power
with much ease facilitating a cover
great and wide encompassing the area
with full supply alternated
with appropriate idea
The world is in the look out for resources
cheap and perineal almost falling on solar source
which is found in abundance but has to be streamlined
so as to enable a distribution uniform not out of line
Tag: wind
A Shrub Defies.
Sitting in my parlour
with a book in hand
seeing through the window
at the lovely hedges and grass
dozed of to a deep slumber.
A little while after in an hour
woke up suddenly in a reverie
felt someone is peeping through the window.
gathering myself up rushed towards in a falter.
Finding nothing different reclined once again
Yet again the feeling came
and becoming upset and jittery
resuming calm stood motionless for a second.
A minute after saw a tuft shrub making moves
with the strong wind that blew over
Well, it was the shrub which had peeped in
during its forward move causing me to hang over.
Now And Then ——-Haiku.
The Wind and The Mind.
The clouds gather in haste.
The sky turns dark,very dark.
all set for a down pour heavy
The wind blows unexpectedly
picking up in velocity
scatters the clouds
clears
the sky
and the rain is not seen.
The mind gets clear.
The thoughts spread over.
all set for a decision.
The emotions overwhelm suddenly
gains momentum in speed
diffuses the thoughts
contaminates the mind
and the decision is not taken.
The windy Mind -Haiku.
Gone With The Wind.
Gone with the wind
the tales of yore
the relations one bore
as expenses soar
with a big tore
making the mind sore
restricting oneself to the core
not indulging in more
putting “I” in the fore
as there is no surplus to pour
and there is no extraction in the ore
to substantiate the means in a furore
extinguishing the thoughts and ideals. 
The night was dark and silent.
There was no noise high or low
The owl was hooting like a tyrant.
The flying bats caused a terrific blow.
Perched on the window sill the dove was quiet.
Any untoward move would bring danger.
It kept to itself in the cloudless night
perceiving a serious risk from the stranger.
The night grew darker still.
The hooting became unbeatable till
a fearful wind came with a force
disturbing the owl to take a course.
The owl made its way to a far off place
The bats halted their frantic pace.
The lonely dove then rested in peace. 
The Umbrella
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 ?




