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Heart Lore

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Heart Lore

The wind still blows
The breeze still whistles through my ears.
But doesn’t sooth me anymore.

The Christmas carols are still sung
In the church, at the far end
The bells still jingle their message
To one and all
And the beautiful Christmas tree
Still, does call me for some appreciation
But none of them excite me anymore.

Winter once again has brought
Its chilly evenings and enthralling spirit
But nothing pleases me anymore.

Away from friends
Longing overshadows joy
And the deep feeling of nostalgia
Depresses and pains….

Down the memory lane
I want to dive—
In my past rejoices
Those small unforgettable moments.

When sadness surges through the soul,
The spirit dampened in melancholy
The heart’s sentiments grip on me so strong
And the deep expectations, engrossing dreams, true desires
That the heart hath spun,
Are all unfulfilled….
Only an evergreen smile canopying the face
Comes to my relief..

The Past never calls us
But we do turn and look back—
Trying to cling to it
And ye…
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On christmas eve

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On Christmas Eve

I look intently
When the door opens
Bringing the night chill in.

A hope that does arise—
A hope for a momentary pleasure
And a thrust of happiness
And….
An over delayed joy,
After years of missing and longing.

I see a foot stepping in
And my heart leaps up
A face tries to show itself
From the shadow of the night...
And my eyes eager to look through—
Search in the darkness
And make me rise
From my chair.

I move forward with the greatest hope—
To find the face I expect.
Forward and forward do I move
And he does too….
Till the fire from the chimney
Is able enough to reveal that face.

My feet stop
My eyes open wide in disbelief…
And my mouth agape
Unable to utter a word.

Yes, yes….My brother is back…
My dearest bro…

A wailing and a desperate cry
Consoled by a gentle hug…
The circumstances that had betrayed once
Favor me now
Then, we had separated
Now, we unite.

The frost outside, and the night’s darkness
Have gifted me my best Christmas gift.
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ADVENTURES IN MY SLUMBERLAND

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ADVENTURES IN MY SLUMBERLAND
I walk through the forest line
Into the darkness, leaving back the sunshine
Breaking a stick or two, under the feet of mine
I gingerly walk through the forest line.

I see a bush here, a bush there
Then cautiously walk, never to step into a snare
Shivering from head to toe
I fear the attack of an animal or a foe.

I turn back to see the daylight
But oh no! It’s out of sight
Left are only the colossal, thick, dense trees
Hiding even the sky and obstructing the cool breeze.

I head towards the forest’s end
Knowing not, how much time I’ve to spend
Regretting my foolish thought of adventure
And meanwhile fearing a dreadful future.

I hear a squeak, a screech, a croak and a howl
And say,” Oh! Now not even a growl.”
Then I run as fast as I can
Jumping over huddles, whether a bush or bran.

Then the golden rays of the sun was in sight
“Hurrah, I have found the light.”
Running, jumping, as if in a race
Finally I got out of The Forest of Darkness.

To my great surprise,…
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My walk

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My Walk
I strode among the greenwood trees
That stood proudly and firmly,
Dancing in the breeze
In my backyard orchard, gracefully.
I walked beside a lame friend
His hand rested on the walking stick
Or was the walking stick on his hand
A person with a will, never to break.
I walked along the river bank
Sad at the memories it aroused
Life rose from it and there it sank;
Pure water of life, with it life blossomed.
I walked on the concreate roads
Of the city, flowers lining on roadside
half dull, half faded, artificially bright with smelly load
Smell of petrol over scent of flowers; who'd reside.
I walked gaily on the pathway
that led to the forest,sparingly lighted
The chirpings and twitterings that happily say
"This is the best place you have ever sighted."
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My mother

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MY MOTHER
The one who introduced this world to me
It's God's face, in her I can see
My life, I owe to her
The one who never hesitated, sufferings to bear
Yes, she's my mother
A 'devi' in a 'being', rather.
Ask the east the beauty of the sun
When it rises kissing the hills, at the dawn;
Ask the west about the setting sun, which brought it fame.
The answer is obvious and the same,
It shall be also my reply
About my mother, the most beautiful one, deserves to be praised sky-high.
With a common green sari even,
She gathers in herself the whole of the heaven
She, a Hindustani woman, my dear mother
Her moral principles, can never be compared to any other
Her cradle song, the sweetest of all,
I remember till today, as a teenage girl.
Her soft voice and pleasing smile, I always cherish
"O that time would never pass!" I always wish.
Only can the East describe
The beauty of the sun, the best
Only can the darkness imbibe
The feel of light, in the west.
More beautiful than the settin…
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Beauty in the dark

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Beauty in the dark

Night falls so soon
But with it does- the glowing moon
With her face wide and clear
Smiles at me and all present here

Does she ever realizes that I love her
How I admire, gaze at her
For her sober, humble disposure
She’s a gem, a pearl of Nature.

How the stars wink at me-
The moon accompanies, befriends them-See!!
Every child’s favorite
She’s a great, marvelous sight.
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The Icecream-man

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The Ice cream-Man

So gaily do they walk
With their heavy lot- door to door-
-from this alley to that
Their skin darkened in the sun
And their brow filled with perspiration
It’s a longing that their eyes show
A longing to sit and let the weariness go
A long wait from dawn, for a peaceful sleep
Oh! But for heaven’s sake-
There’s no rain, no shade, not even a vine does creep
The heat’s so wicked & the monsoon’s fake.
Burns in their bare feet and boils in their back
Clad in dirty rags; but a cheerful smile-
They never lack.
They cry their daily pleasant monotonous song
“Hey! Here he comes,” say the children hearing those
What they have, all to the kids does belong
Their presence brings fresh smiles
To have a look of which they cycle miles and miles
On seeing a face beaming with joy
Their lips too spread and it’s the gift of pleasing smile
That they too enjoy.
I feel happy when they sport it
With their cracked lips opened a bit
And their cheeks dimpled- grow hollow
They are relieved then, from the longing
That t…
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Rajasthan-my dream destination

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Rajasthan has always fascinated me. Its culture, traditions, customs, its history....everything.The monuments, historical places especially palaces and forts have always occupied my imagination--the princesses,their royal dignity,the king's durbar..etc..The traditional rajasthani dress,the ghoomar dance, their festivals,rituals...all attract me so much...It is my dream place...dream destination..How i wish to visit it ..feel its atmosphere..... May be that's why the song "Kesaria Balam" pleases me so much and the serial Prithviraj Chauhan too...We all friends used to see that serial regularly...Actually that was the only serial we used to see regularly and also had a craze for.After it ended,the craze was lost...SANYOGITA always filled my imagination.Which girl would not like to be a princess.....at least adore a princess??


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Again I plunge into sadness




Knowing that I am all alone



I had tried to grip on happiness



But it would go, I had always known.







Sometimes I tell myself to search



Search the moments of joy hidden in some corner



Search the moments that I love so much



Little moments, little minutes, however minor.







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As nothing is permanent



Happy memories hurt me now to unknown measures



And I try hard to live in the present.







I feel everyone whom I love



Who are so close to me



Going further; further away they move



I can’t pull’em back; just let it be…







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And suffocate in the vacuum all around



Everyone talks harshly, angrily



I weep to my bed and keep mum.







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