A chance of a life time
just once in a blue moon
to go see an earthly heaven.
Picture of happiness
painted for my mind and soul.
In vocal silence nature whispers
of picturesque skies, pristine rivers
snowy Himalayas, saffron and apples of Kashmir.
Topic:Once in a Blue Moon
Could I ever aspire to catch
the sparkle in her smile
the chiseled charm of his profile
the magic in the falling rain
the silver light in a moonbeam
the cool touch of a summer wind
the thrill in the windy winter chill
the flavor of love and the fragrance of beauty?
Topic: CATCH ME IF YOU CAN
The govt. started blasting
the tall mountain, filling
the valley with scree.
Local media screened
the meaningless trespass
causing state-wide hue and cry.
The bared hill shows off an artificial green cover
while the Minister screeches for innocence.
Topic: SCREE – SCREEN – SCREECH
With every heavy shower
I see mushrooms springing up
under the trees and a shady bower
healthy breakfast from thicket and shrub.
Yet, when I see city’s waterfront
mushroomed with an ugly line of high rise
structures, business houses and restaurants
I long for a law banning pollution of various kinds.
Topic: Mushrooms and the city (Image)
Let’s go, you and I, to this land of color
while we can yet feel and enjoy the splendor.
It’s not chilly, it’s not hot either
half the joy is its moderate weather.
The song of cuckoo echoes in the hills,
the traveler from across the high seas is filled
with joy and exuberance at the local freedom,
fairness and fantastic grace of this kingdom.
Topic:Write a poem about a color without naming the color.
Eyes sweep over its massiveness.
Before I become breathless
they shift to the smooth, silky
in a random range of countless colors.
A heart with sinking hopes
is uplifted to an exhilarating
crest of wavy effervescence.
Topic: Use the words massive and sinking in your poem.
They whisk her off to their homes.
She’s good for those
marinating in sorrow,
self pity and depression.
The moment she walks in,
gloom takes to wing.
She minces no words
showing life’s more a reality than a dream.
so the kids grow safe and sound
so we study right, not wrong.
Our kids, our watchers
so they keep us safe and secure.
At the ripe old age
we watch our minds lest we falter and fall.
Topic: Watcher in the wall(Painting)