Hey friends,
It isn't always that we enjoy our holidays in the best possible ways.Holidays can be fun,holidays can be boring. Some resort to doing new and recreational stuffs, and for some holidays just come and go and they live their usual lives. Some do crazy things -fun and sometimes dangerous and some prefer to give rest to their tired bones.( Lazy bones,i would say!!!). Mine had been a great one this time. A week's stay at Malaysia and Singapore... i couldn't have asked for something better! From flying to the Kuala Lumpur airport to flying back from Singapore (Not that i was only flying throughout!!!), everything was an experience to cherish- fascinating,tiring yet rejuvenating!More on my sojourn in my coming posts...now i need to be back to my job which is called Routine Life!!! Cya soon folks...
Friday, October 17, 2008
From the heart of a mother...
Clad in gold and carmine,
With vermillion embellishing her forehead,
Bearing a demeanor, somber and apprehensive,
Discerning the sea change in her life.
As I fix my maternal gaze on her,
I stand still, my heart aches
for the advent of days without her.
Wishing to relive the bygone halcyon days,
I reminiscence the day she was born.
As I heard its first faint coos, I knew it was a she.
Tender and enchanting she truly was,
my little angel - a prayer answered,
held a promise of new life,
beaming like the Sun rising over East.
As her eyes opened wide to the gleam of life
and ears woke up to the sounds of animation,
I saw dreams, myriad, for her.
The sparkling eyes, like two stars in place,
Skin, lovely, like blossoming morning glories,
Soft little mouth tallying pink rose petals,
Hair woven by the silkworms themselves,
Cheeks, with dimples as imprints of God,
And the smile, ear to ear,
filled my world with perfect bliss.
As I held her to my bosom,
feeling the warmth of the summer sun
and the comforting arms of night,
life zoomed by like an hourglass.
She grew from an infant to a lass,
to what she stands as a beau ideal dame,
ready to take obligations in store.
Sluing back from nostalgia,
with an errant spurt of emotions,
An endless river of tears wets my eyes
as I stand drinking in her Elysian presence
garnering the treasures of my life-Her memories.
With vermillion embellishing her forehead,
Bearing a demeanor, somber and apprehensive,
Discerning the sea change in her life.
As I fix my maternal gaze on her,
I stand still, my heart aches
for the advent of days without her.
Wishing to relive the bygone halcyon days,
I reminiscence the day she was born.
As I heard its first faint coos, I knew it was a she.
Tender and enchanting she truly was,
my little angel - a prayer answered,
held a promise of new life,
beaming like the Sun rising over East.
As her eyes opened wide to the gleam of life
and ears woke up to the sounds of animation,
I saw dreams, myriad, for her.
The sparkling eyes, like two stars in place,
Skin, lovely, like blossoming morning glories,
Soft little mouth tallying pink rose petals,
Hair woven by the silkworms themselves,
Cheeks, with dimples as imprints of God,
And the smile, ear to ear,
filled my world with perfect bliss.
As I held her to my bosom,
feeling the warmth of the summer sun
and the comforting arms of night,
life zoomed by like an hourglass.
She grew from an infant to a lass,
to what she stands as a beau ideal dame,
ready to take obligations in store.
Sluing back from nostalgia,
with an errant spurt of emotions,
An endless river of tears wets my eyes
as I stand drinking in her Elysian presence
garnering the treasures of my life-Her memories.
-Sharbanee Prusty
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Peek-a-boo..
Hey folks....
Howz u people..err..this posting doesnt include any literary work... (if at all i can have da honour to call my works as "Literary" work..)..Presently I am in the AUTOCAD Lab of my insti (dont dare call it a "college"..our director sir is real strict bout dat!!!)...where ethically i should have been into some building drawing stuffs....but come on can u xpect us to be into Autocad for 3 long hours...so..js thot of peeking into my blog...
As i m in the AUTOCAD lab...it wuld b unfair if i dont say nything in praise of this marvel...this thing which is a relief for CIVIL ENGINEERS like us...who in the past had to struggle with the irksome DRAFTERS and pencils and erasers and chart papers....for designing purposes...(not exactly in the past coz we still do as a part of our curriculum!!!).But AUTOCAD makes the job simple!Put on ur favourite music in the media player and sit in a comfy position wid ur lappy,play with the keyboard and mouse and u r there wid THE DESIGN(...added to this my gtalk is also on!)..Kudos to u AUTOCAD!!!
Anyways before our instructor catches hold of me...i need to wrap up...
Cya soon ppl...
Happy reading...n happy bloggin :-)
Howz u people..err..this posting doesnt include any literary work... (if at all i can have da honour to call my works as "Literary" work..)..Presently I am in the AUTOCAD Lab of my insti (dont dare call it a "college"..our director sir is real strict bout dat!!!)...where ethically i should have been into some building drawing stuffs....but come on can u xpect us to be into Autocad for 3 long hours...so..js thot of peeking into my blog...
As i m in the AUTOCAD lab...it wuld b unfair if i dont say nything in praise of this marvel...this thing which is a relief for CIVIL ENGINEERS like us...who in the past had to struggle with the irksome DRAFTERS and pencils and erasers and chart papers....for designing purposes...(not exactly in the past coz we still do as a part of our curriculum!!!).But AUTOCAD makes the job simple!Put on ur favourite music in the media player and sit in a comfy position wid ur lappy,play with the keyboard and mouse and u r there wid THE DESIGN(...added to this my gtalk is also on!)..Kudos to u AUTOCAD!!!
Anyways before our instructor catches hold of me...i need to wrap up...
Cya soon ppl...
Happy reading...n happy bloggin :-)
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
THE YOUTH RUTH..
I walk by the woods,
Tracing the squirrel’s path along the stretch of hazel.
It goes hopping chomping its way through the nuts,
Gleeing, delighted with contentment.
Did I ever look like that??
Did I ever feel so contented??...
Dreams made out of expectations,
Aspirations fuelled by competition,
With the underlying fear of being the blot on the escutcheon.
Jealousy playing the backstairs influence,
And emotions getting the back seat.
“I HAVE TO win” overrules “I CAN win”.
Trying to reach the acme,
Blowing hot and cold in the battle of life,
Affectations and fraudulence being the weapons,
Succumbing to the lures Life offered then.
I stand lonely in the woods,
With all kinds of opulence registered in my name.
After paying the price of my juvenescence,
My efforts seeming as sand-ploughing,
When I stand as voiceless as a tomb here,
With no one to talk to….
With nothing to talk about…..
-Sharbanee Prusty
3rd Sept,2008
Tracing the squirrel’s path along the stretch of hazel.
It goes hopping chomping its way through the nuts,
Gleeing, delighted with contentment.
Did I ever look like that??
Did I ever feel so contented??...
Dreams made out of expectations,
Aspirations fuelled by competition,
With the underlying fear of being the blot on the escutcheon.
Jealousy playing the backstairs influence,
And emotions getting the back seat.
“I HAVE TO win” overrules “I CAN win”.
Trying to reach the acme,
Blowing hot and cold in the battle of life,
Affectations and fraudulence being the weapons,
Succumbing to the lures Life offered then.
I stand lonely in the woods,
With all kinds of opulence registered in my name.
After paying the price of my juvenescence,
My efforts seeming as sand-ploughing,
When I stand as voiceless as a tomb here,
With no one to talk to….
With nothing to talk about…..
-Sharbanee Prusty
3rd Sept,2008
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