Desert tunes….

Being hurt, in the ruthless desert,
With stupendous effort,
In the sand dunes,
Turned agonies to tunes,
They soothed the pain for ages together, with their concert….

Sweetest PAIN….

On their journey forever,
It was their dream together,
Under stress n strain,
Suffering much pain,
They forgot everything, as they held their baby ,who’s softer than a feather….

My love..

In the dew,like a drenched dove,
Fill me up,with the mist of your love,
As a shade,
That doesn’t fade,
Hold me tight forever n now….

Our Republic day parade…

Indian soldiers march during the Indian Republic Day parade in New Delhi on January 26, 2010. Blanket fog obscured the start of India’s 60th Republic Day celebrations, with the annual military parade in New Delhi held under heightened security due to fears of militant attacks. AFP PHOTO/PEDRO UGARTE (Photo credit should read PEDRO UGARTE/AFP/Getty Images)

On the foggy Rajpath lane,

as there are floral showers from the plane,

with pomp and gaite,

we all celebrate,

our republic day, hearts filled with mist of pride, though the weather is insane.

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The dense fog doesn’t deter our intention,

just becomes a part of the emotion,

when the army brigades,

and the colorful charades,

come singing and dancing, all along the rajpath lane, a real honour to our nation.

 

 

Lemonade bun,drizzled with honey

Under the scorching summer sun,
I baked a lemonade bun,
As written on slate,
Decorated the plate,
Drizzled it wid honey and just waited for my turn….

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On a foggy morning, on my kitchen counter they lay,

fresh lemons n oranges, in a tray,

sipping mountain dew,

I learnt some lessons new,

baked a lemonade bun, drizzled it with honey: “WOW! this really made my day”

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“MIST” being the prompt I take,

here is the lemonade bun I bake,

sipping mountain dew,

ideas new started to brew,

drizzled the bun with honey, fogged it up in orange mist and finally made it look a cake!!

 

 

Limerick… never ending,everlasting and immortal

I have been posting for Rashmi’s Limerick Poetry Challenge for the past four weeks,but never new what a Limerick was. Now that I have learnt what a Limerick is, this is my first try for this week’s prompt: Immortal

Week after week, when a prompt is given,
words from our minds and lives come driven,
To this very portal,
and just become immortal,
I wish this series is never-ending, everlasting n infinitely written;

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Now that I have learnt what Limericks are.. let me tell you how they are written:

Welcome to be magical world of limericks,
They are five lines of word bricks,
One,two n five end in a rhyme,
Three n four are crisp n chime,
Fifth is the icing on top,that collects all the emotional sticks.

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With Rashmi’s inspiration,
I just added a new section,
In my blog,
A permanent log,
Called the Limericks,my new found destination.

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