Wednesday, 28 March 2012

City Life


1. My Delhi.............Love You  


An Indian male in the city
Wants a wife who is all so pretty
Pretty though, but dumb at home
One who works and does not roam


City life is now so dear
Each one seen up in gear
So we see both men and women
Striving to achieve side by side


2. Men and Women on the Move



Now this man with his pretty working wife
Is at loss at what he has got
No longer a Godly Image
Literates of the city say



Can he maintain in this world                        
Forefathers of whom shot the gun
When birth of a baby boy
Had called for a lot of joy


                                                                               

                          3. G D Paulraj - Delhi Street Scene



Pictorial Sources:-
1. anarindiansummer.blogspot.in
2. michael-balter.blogspot.in
3. indian-influences.blogspot.in 

Background Image of Delhi from mary's archive



Friday, 9 March 2012

Traveling From Delhi to Pink City By Bus


We are on the move once again
Onward to Jaipur together again

In life I tell you there is much to be gained
And from Heaven above blessings do rain

Manesar road we took, with 20's and teens
Nature not much, all around man to be seen

Dumpers and tankers along the route
Soon we all were covered with soot

Taxes and tolls, mustard fields all around
Blue bus with blue curtains to Pink City bound

Raman Munjal Vidhya Mandir
Then Raman Munjan Memorial Hospital

Villages Dharu Haida, Neemrana and Kotputli we crossed
Harley Davidson Motor Company too we crossed

Majestic buildings in blue and white
Ayur Herbals too we then did sight

Fed up with demolition and construction drives
We longed to be in RTDC hive

Aravallis all around
To Jaipur we are bound

Where elephants and camels abound
And all around hear traditional sounds

Yes this is the welcome we soon did get
The Hotel Manager then whom we met

We not even knew
How three days just flew

We would love to visit Pink City again
Its really worth a visit all over again

                                               _______________________________


A Fleeting Thought for one and all

Time flew, yet happiness grew
Nothing new, Yet all anew
What a view, when Almighty sew

Time flew and memories grew.
Warm in our heart,
Till we do part........





Wednesday, 7 March 2012

How Much I Missed Each One Of You


Too busy I was, but here I am
To chat and talk and be with you......

When the sun shines or clouds do reign
I am part of nature just as each of you


I missed you friends, I missed you dears
Now back with you, my face smile wears
Work, work I really must say
Took its toll, day by day


With hubby here from trip abroad
Many gathered from all around
I smile at them and feed them too
But by evening I swear I just can't move


Creep into bed with the feel of a queen
For blissful I am with eight hours with me
Morning awake, think of chores to be done
Maid on leave, now what can be done


Beds to be made, and tables to be laid
Wipe my brow, and do as each one bades
Oh! Heaven above when will I bathe
Time has flown, and to class, I am late


Enter the gate with not a wish to the guard
Who smiles and nods, but my mind engrossed
What to  teach and then rush to the next
Tired I am, still have to deliver my best


I love them I do, just as I love you
But with a busy life, not much in their view
As I rush, they come from behind
Do tell us this and do guide us on that


I missed my spare time, my free life
With too much of work, I missed my rhymes
Like the:-


The sun with no warmth
Clouds bereft of rain


Fireflies sans light
When we who do nothing right


Scents without spell
A deep empty well


Desert without sands
No music from city bands


Where are the rainbows 
Not a jam packed show


No winter chill
No children's drill 


Sea without waves
Palm without sway

A bare garden
No monthly rents

No glow in fireplace
Brides with no lace

An empty jug
No grandma's hug


No stern grandpa
No call from ma

Bird less skies
Never bid me bye

Oh God! How much I MISSED YOU ALL


Now that I am back
My brain I will rack
Rolling in laughter I want you to do
Keep fingers crossed, and see what I will do............


A verse in Hindi not exactly a sher I say
Please do bear and hear what I say


Gussa karay man vyakul
Aur aayu kam karay gum


Seemith hai seema sabki
Fir kaahay ko dukhi hum


Jaana hai us paar jahanse
Naav na lotey is jahan


Seemith hai seema sabki
Fir kaahay ko dukhi hum


Love You Folks.................






Saturday, 28 January 2012

Philo


Mother's Love*


Philo my sis, came last night
With her baby too, on her right
Left shoulder hung with a bag
I took the baby, may she not sag

Bob and bun, the youngest ones
Welcomed baby with a run
Baby wondered, why so much noise?
But bored it all with a poise

The baby's talk was music for all
The baby's walk was movie for all
All left their work and play
For the baby really made their day

Early morning they got dressed
Back to home, they then said
Bade we them, a very good bye
"Home empty now" we all did sigh
____________________________________________

A Loving thought or an afterthought - What is Love?


Not the cost of the gifts, would I count in my heart
But the love that you send along with, I would not part




_______________________________________________________
This was written way back in 2003 0r maybe 2004.
The baby mentioned here is now a big boy of around 9 or 10 years old.
The kid's birthday is on Valentine Day - 14th February ( I was reminded
of this poem since Feb is just around the corner ).
How time flies!
* maureenmullarkey.com

Wednesday, 11 January 2012

Travelling from Delhi to Jaipur ( via Punahana and Alwar )*



1. Oh!  Where is Punahana ?

Delhi to Punahana, what a ride
In a yellow bus, with two superb guides**
High speed vehicles, with strange gadgets and tools
And village driver grappled hard with traffic rules

Stopped at dhaba, what was it called***
Please do tell me, and then Rocket Sir called
Enough of eating, sun setting fast
For cloudy sky, pleasant weather will not last

Only 120 kms, yet all sourly done
 At last in Punahana, a race with the sun
With 26 kids, for ten whole days
What a racket they will make, my mind does say

Survey begun with Chandanki
Sorry state of village, all did see
Third of Jan to Choka bus rushed
Then climb to Mazar,  for our souls be touched

Fourth of Jan, onwards to Rawalki
Where Yasin Sir's family, served us tea
Evening trek, back with pack
Through village lanes, where I wished ducks quaked

Punahana to Alwar on 5th the bus took
Singing and eating halwa, as bus badly shook
Watching Aravallis, in dusty environs
But yellow flowers and buffaloes a dozen


2. Mustard fields near Aravallis

Then spent the night, at Oswal School
For tired we were, like a pack of mules
Sixth all excited, for train to catch
From Alwar city, at dawn break

Train was late due to rain and fog
And waiting room, shared with poor stray dogs
An angel descended, to help us out
Took us all, to his cozy hideout

With cups of tea, and snacks within
The cold crept out, and all did grin
Back to station, for its almost time
But where is the train, all did mime

By evening we were, in Jaipur Town
What a city, decked, from top to down
Buildings lighted and rangolis drawn
To welcome NRI's, the locals too adorned

In ethnic colours with sparkles and drums
All who saw, were truly struck dumb!
Seventh alas, I was badly sick
Cold and travel, had made me sink

To Kundu we went on eight morn
Where bangles aplenty, then wrists adorned
Next to Ameer and again to Ameer
First to village, and then to Fort Near

The pride of Jaipur, atop a hill
How they made it, with strain and will
Queens quarters, beckoned us
So we rushed, from the city bus

The intricate workmanship, please do come and see
I would like to tell, who all I see
Coffee within, and trinkets bought
To Hawa Mahal, our hearts now sought

The market place, what a heavenly gaze!
Riot of colors, on that Sunday we gazed
Shopping we did, as fast as we could
No time for a drink, howsoever good


3. Shopping in Jaipur

So happy we were, with plenty of gifts
Ten days gone by, all in a swift
Ninth morning, packing and rushing
Not to miss train, all were wishing

From the train, a glorious sight!
All in bliss, with luggage beside
With suits and chunnis, rajas and ranis
With sweets and cholis, radiant sarees**** 


Befriended we, Stacy and Kirsten
And Rachel from, Down Melbourne
What fun we had, with sips and gossips
With train vendors and giving tips

Delhi now beckons, to teach and learn
For life is always, back U-Turn

An Afterthought Please..........


The potter's wheel, touched me so
Bangle maker, filled me with woe

What hardly they had, yet they knew
Soon, we all have to pack, to go.........

Many a times the words just flow
There's nothing I can do, I hope you know


                                               __________________________________

Notes:-
*       Educational trip of Ma/MSc students from the Department of Geography,
         Jamia Millia Islamia, New Delhi.
**     Jungsher from Bisru village and Shamim from Punhana.
***   I was  reminded that it was called Milan by one of my dear student while I was
         writing this poem in the train from Jaipur back to Delhi.                    
 **** Suits, chunnis, cholis and sarees are traditional Indian wear for
         females and rajas and ranis here stand for puppet kings and queens.


Pictorial sources:-
1. news4u.co.in


2. ecotippingpoints.org


3. jaydevvy.livejournal.com

Friday, 30 December 2011

What Ails Poor Greece* Can Trail Us Too...........



Trojan Prince Hector in the Movie , Troy
Actor - Eric Bana**


Greece dear, is in pain I hear
History of whose, all have heard


Of great statesmen,  of brave warriors
Of  past glory, of Trojan Prince Hector


Though over time, we all in a race
Yet we failed, to keep up the pace


Sorrow of one, is the wound of all
If not, we all are sure to fall


Sad is the day, when kids do stray
Sadder it is, when it's parents way


Think of the peace and of the joy
When homes are filled with boys and toys


Think of the wretchedness 
When homes are in a mess


But for few, who shared their wealth
Many can sleep now, in their beds


Time is now, for us to awake 
Time not now, to hunt for cake


Time to give and time to share
Time to remember, that '12*** can tear


Make peace with all, on this earth
Nothing else, is of much worth


Greece we love you, really we do
Soon you will be, decked anew


This too will pass, we all have heard
I stop here now, with these few words




*     "Poverty forces Greek parents to give up children" by Helena Smith in 
       The Hindu - India's National Newspaper Since 1878
       Dated 30-12-2011
**   Pictorial source - imdb.com 
*** 2012


An after thought.............for you I've got
                           
                              Adieu, Adieu

Time flew, but memories grew
Moments spent, though soul repents
Heart still aches, and mind not wakes
Life a dream, got to wake up 'morrow....................
                                          

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Thank You Dear Friends For Sharing My Pain.......



1. Saint Lucia you reminded me of
 Maria Dear


I thought now of no more  tears
For the passing away of Maria dear
How can I forget date 13 December!
But all effort lead to further tears


2. Lucy before the Judge

Saint Lucia* a country, a new entrant to my blog
I wanted to welcome  with a smile & sweet talk
But just when I thought to check its origin..........
What I unearthed, made me shed tears again

3. Granada the 4rth largest city of
 Nicaragua has Architecture that 
dates back to the 16th century


Now tears aside I welcome my friends.........

Nicaragua, Venezuela and Bolivia dears
American tag you all proudly wear
Managua, Caracas or be it La Paz**
Please do rest whenever through here you pass


I welcome you, to this humble site
Where tears and laughter are your right


4.  Dusk falls on the streets of Vilnius,
Capital of Lithuania
 and the city's Athens-inspired Cathedral. 

Lithuania, Nigeria, I welcome you too
Please take a seat, I pray you do
Though a European & other an African
Care not we for all God's own


I try my best to be at my best
With  a warm smile and arms outstretched 
But wonder of wonders 
I speak of pain that lead to tears 

Now tears aside I welcome my friends.........

Jordan, Azerbaijan although small
Millions mourn at the Wailing Wall
Gone through a lot both have been
Wars and plague both must have seen


5.  Bibi Heybat Mosque, Baku
Azerbaijan


I try my best to give my best
But 'morrow she*** will be laid to rest
Thoughts of pain racks my brain
Sorrow speaks as tears do reign


Now tears aside I welcome my friends.........


Iraq will surely forgive me I know 
Who lost kith n kin and filled with woe
Congo too has had its share 
Of gunshots and of wear and tear


6. Jame’ Asr Hassanal Bolkiah Mosque,
Kampong Kiarong, Brunei


Mauritius and Brunei maritime babes
Sing together as water babes
I welcome you both to my humble site 
Where tears and laughter both are right



7. Map of the territory of Philip II of Macedon
Father of Alexander the Great


Macedonia**** always will be in our hearts
Though it be of one to other country's part
Over the years, for politic's day
But history will always have its say


From breezy north to sunny south 
East and west who are revered both
I thank my friends for coming my way 
For deep in sorrow I am today




Notes:-
**    Capitals of Nicaragua, Venezuela and Bolivia respectively

***  My Darling Aunt Nimini passed away on 20th December, 2011.
        Only on 10th December 2011 I had thanked Lord for the long life of my aunt ( You can check out " 
        Holiday Time " posted on 10th December, 2011 )       
        Patha nahi mary nazar tho nahi laghi. ( Dear God how will I interpret this ..............) 
       
****Republic of Macedonia became independent from Yugoslavia in the year 1991. It is also called     as FYROM an abbreviation for Former Yugoslav Republic of Macedonia.  (wikipedia)

*Saint Lucia  is an island country in the eastern Caribbean Sea on the boundary with the Atlantic Ocean. One of the Windward Islands, it was named after Saint Lucy of Syracuse, Sicily by the French, the first European colonizers. The Windward Islands are called such because they were more windward to sailing ships arriving in the New World than the Leeward Islands, given that the prevailing trade winds in the West Indies blow east to west. (wikipedia)

Saint Lucy (283–304), also known as Saint Lucia or Santa Lucia, was a wealthy young Christian martyr who is venerated as a saint by Roman Catholic Church, Anglican, Lutheran, and Orthodox Christians. Her feast day in the West is 13 December. (wikipedia)

8. Windward Islands

9. Leeward Islands
Pictorial sources:-                                                                                                          
1. thecommonwealth.org 
2. wikipedia
3. eiu.edu    
4. travel.nationalgeographic.com 
5. starturist.hr
6. britannica.com 
7, 8and 9 wikipedia