An Evening Flight

Once again there arrived
Those misty twilight hours,
To return, refresh and relax.
With my winged friends chirruping,
I too winged across, those
Transparent cloudy patches,
And the day’s eye, closing.
The cool breeze gave a stroke
And woke up the nestling night.
We flew and flew in unison;
Breathing in the beauty, of-
The moonlit and starry sky,
Of the wonderfully decked earth,
With a blinking eye on every leaf tip.
We flew and flew in tune with-
The music of the crickets; and
Saw far away a handful of fire
Taking off and soaring high.
We flew and flew in harmony;
Sharing the day’s stories,
Laughing at and teasing each other.
Finally when our eyes fell on,
The night’s blooming queens,
It was the end of that flight,
And the beginning of another,
Into a world of still unknown lands.

The Split

Why should we split?
In a blooming flower
With it’s aptly placed,
Lively and lovely petals
We see the beauty of unity.

Why should we split?
In a closed fist
With it’s tightly held,
Five various fingers
We see the strength of unity.

Why should we split?
In a sweeping brush
With its well arranged,
Actively working bristles
We see the outcome of unity.

Why should we split?
In a music agape
With its various instruments,
Playing in tune with one another
We hear the song of unity.

Why should we split?
In a little plant
With its slimy stem
And leaves and flowers
We see the life-giving unity.

Why should we split?
In all happy families
With a loving father and mother,
Naughty brothers and sisters
We see the joyful unity.

Why should we split?
If unity creates beauty
And strength and joy
And a lovely life….
Why should we split?

The Golden Blessings

Memories are golden,
Said my friend;
Forgetting is a blessing,
Refuted another.

If memories are golden,
Why do they bring tears?
If forgetting is a blessing,
Why does it bring punishments?

Memories are golden
For they render wings
To soar into the past,
Into those cherished moments.

Forgetting is a blessing
For it puts a veil
Over those dark moments,
That bruised the heart.

Memories are golden
And forgetting, a blessing
For without these two,
The life is but a wingless bird!!

The Morning’s Minion

The day’s Prince woke up;
Into the morning’s minion,
Into a dazzling dew drop
I turned, and fell asleep on
A puny leaf, fresh and green.
Pampered was I by its
Silky smoothness; but pushed
Me down the naughty breeze,
I rolled and rolled with
The whole universe within
And fell on a pretty little flower,
With its petals soft and red.
Burned within, amid this comfort
My love for my handsome Prince
Bright and blazing, who then,
Embraced me and I became
His fair cloudy companion;
Then fell on my ears a knock,
Bidding a very good morning!

The greatest canvas!

From dawn to dusk
From dusk to dawn,
The endless canvas presents
The myriad pictures,
The ever new forms;
The sparkling sugar bits
Of misty mornings,
The silvery scraps scattered,
From the fair cloudy patches;
The sunny blues and
The gloomy grays…
The variegated bow and monsoon’s
Sudden splashes of violent light;
The orange-red and golden
Embellishing the twilight hours,
Bidding a hearty farewell
To the gorgeous apple of day;
The silent night’s silver sickle
With its twinkling friends…
Wonderful is the greatest canvas,
By the greatest Artist!!!

CHINNU’S MISCHIEF!!!

Chinnu is a new comer in our family. When we saw her for the first time Chinnu was so upset…. She got frightened at the sight of any of us…. and always kept hiding under her sheet. In case someone removed the sheet, then she would hide her face with that pretty little tail. Though she ate little on those days, gradually she became more friendly. We bought her a new home and gave her a place in the balcony. As the days went on she became more smart and naughty. But one day, my little cousin opened Chinnu’s home…. Chinnu was so excited…she jumped out n began running around. We too set on our mission to catch her…but it wasn’t that easy…on one moment she would be at the fingertip but on the next under the sheet or paper or in some extreme corner where we wouldn’t reach.. ‘The chase’ continued for about half an hour and finally we managed to get hold of her using a basket. Oh! What a change has come over her within a few days…the old sweet n cute Chinnu has become so violent….her claws are sharper now(came to realize it when I got a scratch). However now we are on a new mission…the mission to tame Chinnu….so wish us gud luck!!! OOoopps…I forgot to mention something…Chinnu is neither a cat nor a bird…she is the great grandchild of the famous one who was stroked so warmly by none other than Lord Rama…and the mark (the two stripes) is there even on Chinnu…yes…Chinnu is our little squirrel!!

NEENA ASKS FOR THOSE EIGHT BROKEN PIECES..!!!

Rules for this tag
1. Each player starts with 8 random facts about themselves.
2. People who are tagged, write a blog post about their own 8 random things, and post these rules.
3. At the end of your post you need to tag 8 people and include their names.


The old magic mirror called -
Snow white, the most beautiful;
When I saw me in mine,
My mind said 'beautiful'.
But the wings of Time broke,
That mirror of mine, and
The many pieces lay scattered,
Each reflecting each part,
And calling me out as-
An angel and a devil,
A hypocrite and a saint;
And thus goes the list....!


Here goes an attempt to pick up 8 of those broken pieces.....



1.I am a lover of flowers... Whether it is jasmine or rose or lilly, those sweet smiling faces attract me a lot.

2.Laziness forms the predominant aspect of my nature...am so idle that I used to take up things only in the last minute..

3.Ice creams lure me too much despite soar throat. In fact I believe a scoop of ice cream is the best medicine for a soar throat!!

4.I like listening rather than talking...in most cases I forget the talking part..!

5.Relationships value so much to me whether family or friends...it is impossible to think of a Christmas day away from the family.

6.I don't like to miss even a single chance to walk in the mizzle (though it is sure that the fever will overpower my joys shortly)

7.I have the habit of scribbling the thoughts as they come to me...so a pen and a paper are two things I can't live without.

8.I like the various scenes of nature....especially the dawns decked with the dew filled cobwebs!


I tag misty miss