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Being Happy

Its NaBloPoMo month, and I have committed to make a post every day of this month. Its rather late in the day and time is running short. Yet I feel calm and composed. Its a good day and tomorrow promises to be even better. I open my diary of penned thoughts, feeling happy. A loose sheet falls to the ground. Its my Being Happy poem penned years ago! Very Wordsworth inspired. But I love it and its relevant for me even today. Thanks for the inspiration William Wordsworth.

Being Happy

When I am happy,
Its like my spirit let loose.
Over terraced hills and shaded plains,
Free and boundless,
To soar.

When I feel happy,
Its like bubbles sprouting,
Over the  brink of a glass of soda.
Free again, and boundless,
Dancing in merry excitement.

When I am happy,
I feel the world is beautiful,
Full of so many treasures,
which had hitherto
Remained unexplored.

 

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Tomorrow If I Die

Sometimes I may be foolish

In what I speak or how I act,

As I don’t measure my words

Or think to act age appropriate.

I take merry go round rides

And jump on trampolines!

Sometimes I may love to dress up

and wear makeup,

And at other times, stay barefaced and plain

as per my wish.

Often, I follow my whims and fancies

And care not for critics.

For tomorrow if I die,

I have no regrets!

Aging (Tanka)

Another year draws to a close, with the beautiful promise of new beginnings and also the reminder of having added one more year to our lives. We should consider ourselves really blessed and lucky to be able to continue to enjoy all that life has to offer. Aging should be accepted gracefully, as at all stages of life there is always something meaningful to look forward to. I thoroughly believe in staying young at heart! There are some days though, when an aching shoulder in the wee hours of the morning ( Lol) may inspire you to pen a ‘Tanka’ poem as I did below:

Aching bones and joints
Threaten to trouble with age
Skin begins to sag
With streaks of silver in hair
Can I trap age in a cage?

 

 

Weather Beaten

Weather beaten,
old and skeletal
The markings, being proof
of my mettle.
Interesting still,
full of intrigue,
Still beautiful, still bountiful.
For beauty-
Lies in the eyes of the beholder.

I found this leaf on the jogging track at my favourite place in Chandigarh- Leisure Valley. Though withering old and imperfect, it was captivating enough to hold my attention. Old can be gold. Do you agree?
Somehow it looks quite (extra)ordinary. It inspired me to write the poem above using the device of enjambment.

Inner peace and Joy!!

What is the best possible gift you can give to yourself? Exploring the thought through the poetic form – Acrostic!

Adapt the thoughts,
Balance the mind.
Control the emotions,
Ditch the fries.
Exercise your body,
Free your soul.
Gift yourself – the gifts of ;
Health,
Inner peace,
Joy!

 

Virtual Screen

The Haiku way to speak of the screens (mobiles , computers and what have you) in our lives – full of virtual images and content; now indispensable but threatening to swallow reality!

Time to time again,
The screen lures and beckons
To swallow the real.

 

 

Featured image source: pixabay

2 Minutes !!

Its the age of instant gratification,

The forever rush to hasten.

And the desire for sudden action!

With speed cars, and immediate access internet;

Pray; from where can the fastest gadgets I get?

Had heard of instant coffee and 2 minute brownies,

Sad tales of 2 minute noodles, and oodles of doodles!

But this one is really new!

Tick tock, Tick tock, got to think really fast,

For dear, its my 2 minute poem

And cannot wait for the time, to simply go past!

This post is inspired by Indispiretopic

Picture source: pixabay.

The Neem Tree in My Yard

There is an old neem tree in my house yard,

neem tree

Full of dense green foliage,

Come winter most of the green was chopped off

Coz it prevented the sun from showing off.

Much to my dismay!

woodpecker
woodpecker

Then , one day we saw a woodpecker on the neem tree

Pecking happily away.

Is she searching for insects?

Or was she drilling to make a nest?

My interest in the neem tree was recaptured,

And so was that of a pair of mating parrots.IMG_3261

They hijacked the nest partly crafted by the woodpecker,

And set to work, digging with beak and claws deeper and deeper,IMG_3260

Ready to call the neem tree their home

With their friendly neighbours; the squirrels and the doves!IMG_3322