All-In-A-Day

While my brain worked
relentlessly to the orders
my mind, the crazy one
left grip and stormed forward
wandered, loitered
with an unmistakable glee
of being loosened thus.

It made its day
running into garbages
at times finding emeralds
amongst the scrap.
And brought home
its basket from which
spilled, a myriad of thoughts.

With one leap, my body
gathered it all, shared.
Tired and worn out
the crazy one shut itself.
But dear fellows, torments
YOU ARE AWARE THAT UNLESS IT ALL
IS EMPTIED I DON'T REST !!!!

Returning To Letters

It seems like ages since I had last stepped into my 'thought spot'

Surely, I haven’t yet thought of putting an end to my blog. I would

try and keep updating the space with the ideas and imaginations

that lingers on my mind. There wasn’t a specific reason for

staying away this long, except that I was too lazy and devoid of

words to bring out what that bothered me. But lately my mind

was puffed with so many vivid thoughts that I had to pace back

to my little space!!!

My Limited Favourites

I saw maggi beaming at me, its yellow wrap brighter than ever, with itself
exposed on it- curly, long and delicious appearance. As I stood staring ,
it whispered to me , " Oh come on!! What are you waiting for ? Come,
take me, cook me and enjoy me. Just this time... just this last time!!. It
hauled my hands up several times. But thanks to myself, every time I
hung my hands down and rushed the trawley forward, doubling the speed,
passing the whole stretch of racks packed with the formers family and
rivals. As its melancholy picture fainted, I found myself with my next
encounter. The crunchy chips stared at me with vulgar eyes. Long,
short, round, cylindrical, rings, and its outfits goes on and on. Better
not to mention the flavours (but cant resist myself from telling that the
spicy ones are my favourite). Their stare gave me another jerk.
No, no, no I can't be doing this. No I will not. I glared at them back
and kept moving. I found my mother gathering rice sacks and waited
on her watching randoms. As someone opened the freezer of drinks just
beside me, my specs was misted.... but still saw the lovely bottles
waving at me. Their whispers were very clear " Come dear and
fizz me out " . Aaaarghh....I turned my back on them. Why don't
my limited favourites just leave me alone??. I hustled my mom to be
quick. Moving towards the counter we found ourselves crammed
among the long queue. I leaned on my trawley and started dreaming
(My usual time pass while shopping in supermarkets). Tilting my head
to the left, my eyes fell on the cabin of CHOCOLATES all stacked
so neatly. No, after all the holding back, no giving up for this alone...
If God wills next time ,cause I wasn't restricted much to them.
Before long we were back, safe in the car. It was an unforgettable evening.


APOLOGIZES TO MY LIMITED FAVOURITES......... 

To Watch Them

When I see him at play ,

with those little white teeth

that charms him more whilst laughing ,

A pleasure with no bounty grips my heart.

For a second

I forget the worries of the moment,

the loads of lessons pending ,

waiting eagerly to be flipped and finished.

For a moment 

I become unaware of my existence

'Cause that lovely figure soothes my eyes.

I become a part of his joy

And take a share in his happiness.

A happiness of sincerity and innocence

An unbelievable period of ones life !

but we never knew..

even though we ourselves had passed through it.

For our intelligence keep not,

the cherishable moments of the crawling period

As years become decades

he too would forget,

those times, those distinguishable phases.

To be enchanted by little hearts

to sit gazing at them,

is indeed a ' Blessing '

A blessing which go unrealised!!!

Review : Anne Of Green Gables

My ever favourite book.There are hundreds and hundreds of books yet to be pondered through.

But Anne of Green Gables has taken over half of my craze for the books which I read

and which is still remaining. The book I found most enchanting and charming. L.M. Montgomery

has probably picked words and thoughts right from the souls of all young book lovers, imaginers and dreamers. The words and thoughts of Anne made me in love with her the moment I finished my first

read. After all how can I not fall in for a girl of eleven who exclaims with a sigh that "My Life Is A Perfect

Graveyard Of Buried Hopes ". The beautiful times Anne spends with her "Bosom Friend", Diana Barry

is another part which makes me love the book all the more. Every time I come across the part it makes

me yearn for such a " Bosom Friend ", as in Anne's words, in spite of my common friends. 

A book which inspires us to dream more,observe more. It also made me place a box of tissue's

beside me :). One of the few books which made me weep and weep (other books which made

me do so was Uncle Tom's Cabin and Little Women). Her innocent humours which she doesn't

realise, would take anyone who is in the verge of anger far away from it and draw them close to her,

in spite of the ferocious situation in which they are in. The simple and elegant words used by the author 

is beautiful and easy to grasp.

The imaginary world Anne creates filled with her vivid thoughts, her love for nature and the hard work

she puts in  for grabbing first grade, thereby taking Avonlea to glory are few lovely moments which 

for no doubt would inspire any young reader. So if anyone hasn't yet got a look at this book, be quick to 

get it, to know about an orphan girl who explains so fascinatingly the significance of spelling her name 

without forgetting to distinguish the letter 'e', so that her name doesn't look dreadful  :

         " A-N-N looks dreadful, but A-N-N-E looks so much more distinguished. If

          you'll only call me Anne spelled with an 'e' I shall reconcile myself to not being

          called Cordelia. " - Anne Of Green Gables

The One That Sparkled

At times when mind is in a twirl ,

when heart is burdened

with insane thoughts.

Awaiting for some comfort

But alas !! I could find none.

Suddenly I found something

that glistened beneath my eyes

No, it was not a tear

it could never be a tear

For my eyes was as clear as a crystal.

A moment I gazed up......up into the blues ,

To find the azure skies

but to my dismay it was not so

The clouds which seemed like adornments

for the sky was parting

Yes.........it struck me at that second

How........Oh how can I be

so ignorant about it.

The drop that had fallen from above.

More drops had started to trickle down

washing away my rusted thoughts

making my soul as lively as it had never been

I was comforted.........so greatly

Each drop seemed to me as pearls

which was falling down from the heavens

Why didn't I ever realize that a drop ,

as tiny as it could be

was so powerful so that it can make our hearts glow !!!

As such thoughts wandered in my mind

I took a walk around

to find the drops settling on

bluebells,daisies and tulips.

Even they looked so lovely......

the drops appeared as necklaces

which bordered them.

No words could ever describe

the magnificence the drops had offered 

 to every little beauties of nature.

For a moment I send up 

a praise to Almighty

for the grace he gave us

In the form of a tiny " DROP "..................!

Is That Era Lost Forever ??

A question that keeps striking my mind. Every time a new invention has been found or a

new mechanism have been explained to make man's life more and more comfortable, I feel

myself asking : "Was there a period when all these inventions were not even dreamt of ? " Did 

such a period of life exist or were my parents bluffing about such a period of life? No. They were 

true to their words.

Yes .Such an era of life existed when man was not so familiar with the word "Science".

An era of hard work, peace, harmony and brotherhood .A time when steam engines were very 

 popular .Black and white televisions were a wonder for man .Times when lanterns and oil lamps

 would adorn every house .And sitting in armchairs and watching carts being pulled by bullocks

 was a heavenly leisure. Times when laughter of children would always fill the air, for they would 

 be on their legs, wandering about, every second of free time they get .Relishing the sweetness of 

 the fruit grown in one's own field was something not very great in that period .When my parents 

 explain these childhood memories of their's, never for once I felt that the present world is better.

 Even though the present world seems impressing , I was ten times more impressed by the world 

 in which my parents and grand parents belonged to.The harmony they had and the simple life   

 they led is something I just can't imagine.I truly felt like being in that world ,to witness all these

 which for me is a wonder. It can be pointed that the people of that era had enjoyed the sweetness

 of such a world and the present generation would never be able to enjoy it.

 Day by day as man's mind works deeper and deeper ,as new inventions grow,the old ways 

 and ideas just remain as memories.The etiquettes and values imbibed by the past generation 

 is vanishing without being passed to the present generation.Man becomes more and more

 interested in his own self and prosperity.Even nature which was once our dearest mate, 

 which was a pleasure for man is being torn away by man himself.

 Does all this mean that the past era is just a myth now? Is that era which seemed 

 so beautiful and lovely lost forever???? It may seem old fashioned today ,but a 

 deep thinking will let us know that we are mistaken.