Waiting for her to pick us up,
As she used to many seasons ago,
The memories of those playful times still fresh,
Dressed in her pretty frock and sweet smile,
Her tiny hands cuddling us fondly,
Sleeping beside her pink pillow
Under the dimly lit night lamp,
Sharing her world of dreams and emotions,
Alas, now lost in oblivion,
Sitting quiet and gathering dust,
We wait for that little best friend of ours,
Who is now all grown up and long forgotten us!
In response to Tanya’s poetry challenge # 5
दूर गगन के छाव में, फुरसत के पलों के साथ ,
गुज़रा ज़िन्दगी के कुछ बेहतरीन साल, जिसे हम बचपन कहते थे
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तेज़ धूप में खेला दिन भर, बेख़ौफ़ दोस्तों के संग,
न थी समय की परवाह, न था पढ़ाई का ज़ोर,
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कभी कू छुक छुक रेलगाड़ी, तो कभी बरसात के पानी में चलती अपनी नाव
तितलियां पकड़ना, पडोसी के आम चुराना,दिन अपने बीते खूब निराले
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टीचर की छड़ी की मार या कक्षा में मुर्गा बनने पर भी,
न कोई शिकवा था, न कोई शिकायत
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याद है मुझे बाबा की डांट, फिर काँधे पर भिठाकर सैर कराना,
माँ की हाथ के खाने पर उंगलिया छांटते रह जाना
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छोटे थे ख्वाब हमारे, छोटी थी खुशियां, ज़रूरते थी छोटी हमारी
बस एक ही आस है अभी, कोई लौटा दे वो गुज़रे बचपन के दिन
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Childhood Days
Under the open sky, with plenty of moments of leisure
we spent a handful of beautiful years, our childhood!
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Playing all day long in the blazing sun, along with friends
without a bother of time nor studies.
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Puff puff went our train, our paper boats sailed in the rain water
Catching butterflies, stealing mangoes from the neighbour’s garden
Oh! those were days of sheer bliss.
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In spite of the teachers caning, and punishing us in class
we had no issues or complaints.
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I still remember Dad’s scolding,
then carrying us on his shoulder for an outing,
and mom’s finger licking cooking.
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Our dreams, happiness and necessities, all were small,
Can someone return my bygone days of childhood ?
Feel and reflect on
the flickering thoughts of mind,
ravel its beauty
in a meditative trance,
drifting across the cosmos.
I have used” feel and beauty” for “touch and charm.”
In response to Colleen’s weekly Tanka Poetry # 18 challenge – Charm & Touch
Tears flow unabashed,
the harsh trigger of your words,
shreds my soul apart.
In response to Ronovanwrites weekly haiku challenge #133
Some time back we were on our way to Manali, a beautiful hill station in North India. The fresh and cool morning breeze awoke me from my slumber. I was enamoured by the picturesque locales .Soon the driver stopped the bus at a roadside café for a quick bite and tea. We all got off the bus, stretching our weary body from the nights travel, went on to freshen up and grab a quick bite. The view of the valley from there was breathtakingly beautiful. We ordered for some tea and sat down to savour the cool breeze and watching the kaleidoscope of colours painting the sky from tones of grey to pink and then bright crimson, as if rolling out a red carpet for the sun to make a grand entry. There was a nip in the air, sounds of the birds chirping, wild bright mountain flowers swaying to the breeze, butterflies fluttering by……it was picture perfect in the lap of nature.
Looking around at my fellow passengers also waiting for their breakfast to arrive, I was surprised to see that except for a couple of people, most others were glued to their phones. I thought to myself, “Haven’t they come here to be away from the hectic hustle bustle of city life? So instead of soaking in every breath of the beauty of nature, why are they still glaring at their phone? “The sheer idea of coming out on a holiday, I felt was defeated.
It set me thinking……Are we becoming a generation of cell phone addicts?
Have we got ourselves embroiled in a technological mess? Yes I fully concur that technology has made our lives far easier but, it has also made us its slaves. Be it at a restaurant, movie theatre, hospital, bus stop, traffic light or any other place, it is very common to find people staring into their phone. Their lives are totally wired 24/7. Emails, gaming, chatting, shopping you name it, all are constantly hooked on to it.
Friends giving updates about every second of their life and posting it online, people living in the same house yet having only virtual conversations.…..don’t you think that it is an alarming trend? Have you observed that people feel incoherent without their phones?
We have enough research to validate the ill effects of excessive use of phones. Not only adults but children too have been caught in its web. It is a worldwide phenomenon, not just restricted to our country. We have become zombies with a phone in our hands.
Time has been a witness that any resource or invention, when used beyond its limit has negative repercussions. To have a life filled with love and warmth of people, we need to draw a line on our usage of the phone.
Let’s follow the motto of “Disconnect to connect” to make our life more meaningful and complete.
A penny for your thought: “Can you stay without your phone at least for a day?”
Would love to know…….
As the rays of the dawn touched life,
it welcomed me with open arms,
nurturing and loving me tenderly!
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When harsh winds mauled me down,
It pulled me up from the chasm,
showed me the light at the end of the tunnel!
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The loving embrace of your arms,
ignited in me a passion for life,
creating beautiful memories!
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As dusk cast its shadow on life,
and the birds flew away,
it infused me with comfort and solace ,
till sleep blanketed me.
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That is the magic of a “Touch”
It speaks no language,
but yet, is all embracing,
conveying it all with a mere touch!
The kiss of the fire,
ignites a blazing passion,
the flame burns all night!
In response to RonovanWrites Haiku # 132 : Flame & Kiss
Aesthetically designed,
Artistically intricate,
Alluringly inviting,
The Ambience
is just perfect to relax the senses!
Many of us feel routine to be so boring. We crib and complain that life is so mundane devoid of anything exciting. We just carry on with it, promising ourselves to plan something different and challenging soon.
But, one phone call or incident is all it takes to turn our routine upside down. Diagnosis of a medical condition, untimely death of a family member, an accident or any untoward incident can upset our life beyond control. God forbid an eventuality like this happen to anyone, it is only then, that we appreciate the value and goodness of life going on smoothly, as in a routine.
Be thankful for routines too. It only indicates that ALL IS WELL!
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via Cling
Lost in the wilderness, darkness descends
the winds howl and eerie sounds emanate all across,
Fear grips my soul and my body shudders,
sweating profusely, in spite of the cold
I try to call out for help, but my voice abandons me.
With all efforts failing and no choice left,
I cling on to my belief and pray fervently,
to send help my way.
The bell rings and I open my eyes
and I am flooded with relief,
to realise it was after all
a terrible nightmare!
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