My First

The man returned from work and fell fast asleep, He dreamt of a beautiful childhood day. The sun was bright and the cool breeze brisk. The onset of spring was evident. He dreamt of meeting his childhood friends. They had planned to go cycling together into the woods. Life was a lot simpler then. No fear of losing the daily battles, no worries about what the future holds. In his dream he met God. Unable to hold himself together, he asks, "God, how do I go back to those good old days?." "Son", smiled God, "..use the gift of 'Dream' .  " Suddenly, a repetitive sound disturbed his sleep. He checked his watch. It's 6 a.m. Time to get ready for work.

Just check this out. Ignore the black thing standing in the middle of the picture and look at the small dingy which stays afloat. Imagine what it would be like to sit on that boat and enjoy the scenic all around. Look far sitting on the boat and you can see the the 'Kash' growing all through in a stretch, reminding us at once that the Pujas are nearing. The Ganges is muddy and you can almost smell her water. Somewhere hidden in the corner, there may be a crane or kingfisher searching for some fish to catch. The mild sun doesn't beat you down, instead, it appears to smoothly kiss you and spread the aroma of this enchanting time of the year. Maa aaschen! P.S- Kudos to the photographer The picture can be found at Link to picture . Do have a look.

Hi to all, this is a first in a series of short poems that I shall be writing over the course of the next few years. These are basically experiences, some real and some imaginary that I thought would be nice to pen down. Do let me know in the comments section below what you think about these. Enjoy!!  (1) Footprints on the sand of time: A heartbreak She sat there, wailing and shouting at him over her phone, Why does he not care about her? Poor girl, maybe she loved him more than he deserved She had flown off to a far away land She had given her all to him And that day they talked, they talked and talked The boy in vain tries to explain his problems The boy tries his reasons, she listens to them. It was never that he didn’t love her He knew there couldn’t be anyone better. It was his attitude to life that had created the gaps. Perhaps she understood, perhaps she didn’t And then a while later, silence took over, time stood s