Sunday 25 June 2017

THE SPIDER'S PARLOUR



            The Spider worked,
            Through the dark of night,
            Holding a ball of silken yarn,
            To weave a house of her dreams. 

           Splendid it was when finished,
           As  meticulously planned,
           And diligently done,
           Like a flawless piece of art. 

             Then she sat proudly beside it,
             With an air of  self-admiration                                                              In a bid to allure everyone to visit,
              Her newly created mansion.

          And sure enough, she would have won,
           A huge accolade for her talent,
           As a master artist by the onlookers,
            And envied by any craftperson.

              If only she hadn't  abused,
            Her skill to hide her evil intent --
            Of seducing innocent visitors,   
            To fall into the jaws of death! 
 
              Hence a word of caution to  all,
             If ever you feel unwittingly drawn,
             Towards a spot of unusual  charm,
            Make sure it's fair as it appears to be 
                  And not a spider's parlour.









 




          

Wednesday 14 June 2017

FROM THE SNOW TO THE SEA




From my snowy homeland,
I set out on an adventure trip,
And rush towards the endless sea,
 Carving my own trajectory.

 Leaving behind the comfort of home,,
 I'm conscious of the hardships  ahead,
Knowing, there will be hurdles to face,
And risks and dangers unknown so far.

But I have pledged  to move ever on,
Braving any odd that appears, 
As running with time is mandatory,
To realise a dream so ambitious. 

 I skip gleefully on mountainous  rocks,
And jump daringly into deep ravines,
 Flow fearless through dense woodlands,
And wind my way in narrow valleys.

Nothing can make me feel perturbed,
However  trying  the terrain be,
Nor can the most enchanting venues,
 Lure me enough to stay anywhere.

  And all  along this adventurous trip,
   I keep sharing my water with all --,
  Benefitting millions I meet on the way,
  And even those that are out of sight.

  Thus I accomplish my fond journey,
  Covering more than a thousand miles,
  To join the most  magnificent sea,
 And get mingled with its deep waters.

                                   





PICTURE CREDIT --- 1-  RITU MATHEWS - BTDT      2-  eUttaranchal.com

Monday 22 May 2017

THE EARTH AND THE SKY





                At the beginning of  creation,
                When the earth and the sky, 
                Had just been made to exist 
               And  saw each other in the dead of night
                

                 Enchanted by the scene above,
                The Earth exclaimed in awe,
               ''Oh, how handsome  you are, 
                With your  vast  kingdom,
 
                   Adorned from end to end 
                   With dazzling diamonds 
                   You must be the greatest king,
                   Ever ruling any kingdom.
  


                The sky  equally mesmerized,
               At the Earth's brilliant panorama,
              Was graceful  and royal in  response,
              Complimenting the Earth's emotions.
 

            '' I may appear charming to you, 
              But hey pretty maiden!
              You are far more alluring, 
             With your own living spectrum. 
  

              While I'm far from being perfect,
               Given only some shades of blue,
               And these some  tiny stars, 
                 With a faded silvery hue.  

              Thus went the dialogue for long,
             Each trying to sound  modest,
            Glorifying  each other's merits, 
              By adding ever new epithets.

            Till the night began to recede, 
            Giving way to golden morning,
            That made the stars go hiding,
            In their own secret chambers. 

            So the duo as well agreed,
           To postpone their fond meeting,
           And wait for the night to return,
           To resume the sweet-talking.

           It seems that even to this day, 
           The rendezvous continues,                    
           with no concluding agreement,
           On who is the better of the two. 

           But if I were asked to decide,
            I would call both as equals,
      Who love  and adore each other,
           Forever, be it day or night.  
    
   


























Tuesday 16 May 2017

FALLEN LEAVES

If you love the lush green leaves,
Forming canopies on the tall trees, 
Don't ignore the rust-brown ones,
The glory of the departing season. 

  Painful though, it is to watch them fall,
 And strewn all over in windy weather, 
  Look! how they lie scattered around,
  Like soldiers wounded on a battlefield. 

 But are they not, like all of us, 
 Actors playing their set role,,
 On this vast stage of the world, 
 Stepping down when it is done.   
 
 

     Hence, as you walk on this road,
     Step cautiously my dear friends, 
     Lest you stamp on them unawares,
      By carelessness or ignorance.

      All their life they benefit us, 
      Serving with no selfish  intents,
     Being grateful for their priceless gifts
      Let's pay them a humble tribute!


   Picture courtesy-
  Vinesh Poswal
 Been There, Doon That?





Saturday 6 May 2017

ONCE A SWEET HOME






















                   Up in the  foothills of the Himalayas,  
          Nestled in the lap of a woodland,
        Stands out a lone, abandoned  house, 
        Once the home of a happy household.

        Though now deserted, its elegance  says,
         It was built with the utmost care,
         Sure proof of it standing  straight,
         Braving decades of callous neglect.

           Wearing out each passing season,
           It still holds the sweet memories, 
           Of the halcyon days of  happiness,
          Enjoyed in the good old days

          All through the years of its close bond,  
          It must have witnessed  many an event,
          Joyous moments of births and weddings,
           As also the gloom of painful partings.

          This spacious courtyard must have held,
          Family gatherings on many occasions,
          Celebrating festivals with traditional zeal,
          And bringing the place alive with cheer. 

          It must have watched the family kids, 
          Growing into ambitious young men,
           Bidding goodbye to it for good,
          And make their way to greener pastures. 

          Though seemingly mute and insensate,
          This rickety house is keen to narrate,
         The long and short of the whole story,
         Preserved in it through varied seasons.

        If you have leisure and a little patience,
          Stop here, please,  and  lend your ears,
          To the story, it is waiting to share,
            Before you leave it to its fate again. 






PHOTO CREDIT --
eUttaranchal.com.
   Neha Bora