It is about to end.
Heavy Morning dews...shared with fortunate few,
Afternoon blues...bidding adieu-
To the dull evening and the night underlying.
and ....I am missing those tiny little greetings card,
Creative ones with a big Heart.
Envelopes with Hand painted, laced corners
Floral motifs jotted on the accompanying letter.
and...I am thinking of the lost picnic times,
With good food and carefree lives.
Chirping Sparrows on the threshold,
blossoming Marigolds in the earthen pots withhold!
and...the joy of reaching another year's last day,
Door-darshan telecasting same old stuff constantly.
No power but heat of 'lantern' illuminating 31st night,
neighborhood's enthusiasts exploding away leftover Diwali bombs, in their miserable plight.
and... the goodness of honey spread over 'parathas' on 1st morning.
undulating high hopes for the year coming by, day peeping in.
Holiday homework, projects and assignment-we dint had any.
We belonged to the era where childhood was sheer joy abounding.
Be it this year or that,
What we are left over is nothing but scrap
Smile, joy, anger, frustration, eagerness, enthusiasm, hatred and loving...
We are doomed to live life in Load-shading!
2011's phase of load-shading ends today.
What Yokels! Good Riddance!
Copyright©2011, Shivangi Shaily.
Heavy Morning dews...shared with fortunate few,
Afternoon blues...bidding adieu-
To the dull evening and the night underlying.
and ....I am missing those tiny little greetings card,
Creative ones with a big Heart.
Envelopes with Hand painted, laced corners
Floral motifs jotted on the accompanying letter.
and...I am thinking of the lost picnic times,
With good food and carefree lives.
Chirping Sparrows on the threshold,
blossoming Marigolds in the earthen pots withhold!
and...the joy of reaching another year's last day,
Door-darshan telecasting same old stuff constantly.
No power but heat of 'lantern' illuminating 31st night,
neighborhood's enthusiasts exploding away leftover Diwali bombs, in their miserable plight.
and... the goodness of honey spread over 'parathas' on 1st morning.
undulating high hopes for the year coming by, day peeping in.
Holiday homework, projects and assignment-we dint had any.
We belonged to the era where childhood was sheer joy abounding.
Be it this year or that,
What we are left over is nothing but scrap
Smile, joy, anger, frustration, eagerness, enthusiasm, hatred and loving...
We are doomed to live life in Load-shading!
2011's phase of load-shading ends today.
What Yokels! Good Riddance!
Copyright©2011, Shivangi Shaily.
2 comments:
u know wat...at tyms i seriously feel.. watever u rite r things dat i have always wanted to rite but never penned dem down due to my laziness or tym boundness
yes Pallo ok Pallo :) Thankz for the read Pallo :)
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