Garden City (Poem)
Oh my dear Neem tree!
Shall I tell you about a tree in the city?
No! Shall I share with you about the experience of the city of trees?
India had a city that was better than many cities.
The pleasant weather of the place delivers a good aroma,
But the city also gives a feeling of an urban landscape,
The demitasses with Coorg tea powder provide many natural aromas,
At the same time, the restaurants give a taste of different landscapes.
Gardens, Lakes and Parks make the metropolitan beautiful,
Traffic in the city goes hourly even for a short trip,
Old Airport Road with the HAL headquarters are the most beautiful,
The views of the tree-filled road are embraced in hearts and want a few never-ending trips.
I love the ambience of the Garden City, What shall I do?
Oh my dear neem tree, I also wanted to plant more plants!,
Just as Krishna Raja Wodeyar and Hyder Ali did!
Oh my dear neem tree, those memories are unforgettable!-
God or a haunting ghost (Poem)
Silence reminds you,
Every conversation reminds you.
The middle of the night reminds you,
Early morning reminds you.
Waking up on a lonely bed reminds you,
Sleeping with tears reminds you.
Chillness reminds you,
Sweating under a woollen blanket reminds you.
Cooking your favourite recipe reminds you,
Eating from your plate reminds you.
Having a high fever reminds you,
Inoculating a relief injection reminds you.
Packing for a surprise trip reminds you,
Excitement in our meeting reminds you.
Is a feeling of love a divine God,
Or a feeling of love a haunting Ghost?.-
Oh my love! (Poem)
Even if I married every young man in this world of infinite multiverse,
I couldn’t be happier than being with you,
Literally, both of us are not different individuals
Because we feel the same thing without any clue.
You may have been born somewhere & brought up somewhere,
But how could you understand me without any undulations?
If there’s an argument between us, it gives me a hearty scar,
But I’m happy that you too get upset about those incidents.
I love the fear in you of losing me,
Because true love can’t stay calm of those,
New lovers can’t understand the love life sea,
Because true love also has a honey with thorns within the flower of rose.-
Best Melody ever (Part-2)
Confirming I don’t get any emails I sauntered to the hall, where I heard some unclear voices, as I walked nearer I heard it was the voice of my mother and daughter.
She is playfully talking with my 5-month-old daughter and the tiny woman is responding to her grandma.
She expressed her sweet laugh, noise and shout to enjoy the scene, my lips smiled without a reason on seeing that beautiful giggle.
I felt that innocent voice tone and her hee-haw stood unparalleled over any melody.
“People who say music instruments are the sweetest, never heard the voice of a human baby”.
Surprisingly, I wanted to visit Baby Krishna’s temple, so I called my wife, who was still angry with me. I went near her and asked for her apologies, and she shortly beat me and smiled somehow.
And the day ends with the dharshan of little Krishna with my cute daughter in Krishna’s costume.-
Best melody ever (Microtale) Part -1
It was a dull evening, and I returned home from the office in a bad mood. My higher official scolded me for taking a day off, which was added to last week’s weekend.
So thinking of my work performance I came home and instantly opened my laptop to check for other emails, when my wife asked “Let us visit a temple as today is Gokulashtami” and as I sat undisturbed she nudged me again, so I shouted “What are you doing, don’t you see I’m working?, I can’t come anywhere today!”
Her eyes flushed red and she returned to her room.-
Book Review
The Blue Umbrella- Ruskin Bond:
Author: Ruskin Bond
Genre: Novel
Plot: Binya, A fatherless girl of Garhwal (Mountain Village of Himalayas) usually sent her cows Neelu and Gouri for grazing, she has a school going elder brother Bijju. Their mother yields vegetables from their land for their usage.
When she suddenly saw few picnickers with a bright blue silky umbrella, she was enticed towards it, where they wanted her lucky cheetah claw pendant in return, what happens next?, the climax of the story really connects a emotional bond with the place and the girl.
Cherishing line: “Unlike the adults, the children didn’t have to pretend”- Page 41-
Mother's Word (Poem-2)
The world comments on your look, skin, and height,
I promise that I’ll protect you from all the bad eyes,
Because you’re the blood of a man,
Who chooses me over everything in this wide world!.
I will use every beautiful word on the planet, to adore you,
I will satisfy your every want right from your childhood,
The only expectation of you is to be an accountable human,
To serve the nation with pride and respect.
Even if you fail to be an honourable person,
Mother will keep on motivating you, but never hate you.-
Mother’s Word (Poem-1)
From that day, I was informed about your presence,
I changed my diet, routine and sleeping position too,
I felt all kinds of aches to bear you my child,
I have undergone the world’s deepest pain to bring you Earth.
Every discomfort, pain and anguish vanished,
On seeing your smiling face,
The Labour wards say the love story,
About a mother and her foetus.
Even though I suffer from postpartum depression,
I cherish your playful face,
Despite my appearance changes,
I took everywhere with confidence and love.-
Within Me (Poem)
It always says something to pursue or leave,
It always says to be happy or grieve.
It’s the human mind, that often communicates,
And make us feel like imprisoned inmates.
It says “Sometimes you’re intelligent, sometimes you’re goofy,
Sometimes you’re highly energetic, sometimes you’re too lazy.
Sometimes you’re too naive, sometimes you’re too studious,
Sometimes you’re an easy goer, sometimes you're tedious.
Sometimes you’re a smiling face, sometimes you’re an angry bird,
Sometimes you’re uninterested, sometimes you’re animated”
Sometimes you’re talkative, sometimes you’re silent,
Sometimes you’re dissatisfied, sometimes you’re content”.
A human can’t be perfect as it says,
It is in accordance with the prevailing days.-
Legends of the Hill- Ruskin Bond (Book review)
Genre: Fantasy fiction
Author: Ruskin Bond
Plot:
The plot revolves around many tales that are to be retold from some mysterious places in India. Every part delivers a great experience of feeling it, as we’re one of the characters of that narration. A few chapters grip the attention till the end and facilitate the overwhelming experience of reading the book.
Cherishing line:
"Bismu scrambled up the nearest tree, the panther close behind him." -Part 14 PANTHER’S MOON.
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