Z for Zebra Crossings

Z for ...

Zebra Crossings

The vehicle of a person's life,

Runs carelessly on highway of fun,

Till the worldly zebra crossings,

Force it push hard on brakes.

The zebra crossing of high school,

Then of job, followed by marriage,

Well that has a huge signal also,

Then of kids and finally of age.

Y for Yardstick

Y for ...

Yardstick

What I find acceptable
You may find that wrong,
Your one perfect circle,
Might look to me oblong.

People are many,
Thoughts don't mingle,
Why is it, even then many,
Measure all by yardstick single?

A to Z April

A to Z April

I was a first timer on this incredibly challenging, fun and learning challenge. Throughout April, I kept on thinking about the topic and the post and as soon as a picture was framed in my mind, I felt extremely kicked and could not wait to write it down. Keeping the theme for the challenge in sync with my blog theme, that is, Everyday Inspirations and deciding to write in verse, yes, I do think those lines were more verse, less prose :-) proved much more difficult than I could fathom initially. A lot of times, I did feel like quitting. Then what kept me going?

• Heart-felt comments by fellow bloggers. Thank you for stopping by and leaving behind your treasured footprints :-)
• Amazing posts that I got to read. It was a wonderful and delightful experience to see the creativity and imbibe the lovely thoughts coming from many a beautiful minds :-)
• The incredible efforts being put in by the organizers in running this challenge.

Confessions

• I was lagging many times by a day or so and was horrible during the last week. And my consolation to myself was, if posts can be written in advance and scheduled, then they can be composed a little later also, that's cheating I know, but that's how I thought.
• I could not visit enough blogs throughtout the challenge and plan to compensate during this month. Thanks to organizers for keeping the linky list active for a longer time.
• I surprised myself as I had never ever imagined that I would be able to churn out 26 poems in such a short timeframe and that too in English as I feel more comfortable writing poems in Hindi.
• At the moment I am not sure if I would be participating next year because I would neither want to lag or leave midway nor would I be able to write in advance and wait to post as I am too impatient for that.

Parting Thoughts

I am glad I signed up, participating in this challenge has been a very fulfilling experience for me. A big thank you to each and every one associated with the challenge.

X for X-Factor

X for ...



Image created by David Castillo Dominici
Image taken from http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/



X-Factor

Tears were flowing, emotions choked,

At the funeral service of the young man.

For the young bride, all seemed concerned,

Till someone observed, 'What a fate for the beauty'.

'Such tragedies should not touch beautiful people',

All agreed at once in a collective sigh as if

The 'un-beautiful' are born to suffer without sympathy

And the X-Factor of beauty is a ticket to life of privilege.



W for White and Black

W for ...

Images Source : Wikipedia

Colors, Black And White


Colors make a rainbow,
A beautiful sight
Colors make a peacock,
A bird of delight.

Squares black and white,
Give chessboard power role.
Keys black and white,
Are guide to piano's soul.

Colors are to impart,
A visual appeal,
White and black give,
The creative feel.

V for Vines and Tree

V for ...

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Vines and Tree

Once upon a time there was a tree,

Quite happy, healthy, standing free.

Then sprouted a vine to embrace it,

They looked good together by every bit.

With time the embrace grew tighter,

The tree looked like a captured fighter.

As more vines grew, the tree grew old,

Sapped of juice, robbed of life, untold.

Yet the world adored flowers and scent,

Of the vines climbing, smiling without repent.

Why not, when the tree is the mother,

Vines are family, society, who don't bother.