The day turned dark, the winds got wild,
Commoving feelings, numbing souls
On India’s hills where peeps are mild
With a nature that warms men’s wholes.
The Day Turned Dark
Bonafide Bonds
Never shall you out of forlornness despond,
For answers looked for are engraved in your soul;
And when your thoughts, words and deeds correspond,
Your self will truly form many a bonafide bond.
Cold Skies
The clear cold skies
of deep indigo
Bask in the enigma
of the inscrutable heavens
Upon a starlit night
Thanksgiving
Kind we’ll be to our kith and kin,
Smile at them, each person we see.
Gratitude shall be the slogan,
Insides will soon turn clutter-free.
The Morning Song
This is the morning song
I sing to you,
rushing into the billow of your embrace,
ascending to the sky in your eyes,
flowing into your oceanic love,
eloping with your wind-withered soulβ¦
Witnessing Winter
Each morning as the smog enshrouds this town,
I am benighted by my trembling mind;
As I breathe, not being ware of the act,
My heart chokes while I cough phlegm up and frown.
And as my mind meanders through the past,
The now is slain with a might unheard of.
The Dance
Come with me
Come join the dance
Listen to the music
Come and take a chance
Let the joy take over
Take to the floor
Let the rhythm move you
Do not ignore
The call of the music
It draws you near
Be open to the feeling
No more fear
The Soul of Nature
Today as I flip through the dusty dailies,
The vagaries of nature read of and about
Storm my mind with impressions from the gory past
And subtly rain down sorrow, angst, and ill luck
I’d happened on not less than seven years ago.
Roots
Life
Is like a flourishing tree,
And every other person you know
Is its leaf.
Leaves are its beauty;
And some may not be more than a burden.
But at the end of the day
Leaves shed off.
Iβll Steal It
Sometimes when my brain needs a wash,
Iβll gather up my dirt and try to sort through it.
And sometimes Iβll come across five dollars in the pocket of a dirty, over-worn pair of jeans.
Iβll pull out my serendipity,
crumpled & small
and slip it into the pocket of the dirty, over worn pair of jeans Iβm in because it feels like Iβm taking this small ray of light from another day Iβve lived.
Draught of Air
The draught of air won’t slay this searing heat,
a heat that now has slain the cold we bore
for years in our hearts till love came to fore
The day I proffered we go out to eat.
The Buzz Around Bosco
Author Cat Ritchie knows the art of painting pictures with words, and her book entitledΒ Bosco and the BeesΒ stands testimony to that. When we began reading the book, weβd thought it would be just another fairy tale that tends to end with a moral. Nonetheless, when we started flipping the pages of the spellbinding novel, we were awestruck and captivated by the awe-inspiring characters, each of which has something moralistic to convey in a manner that is both funny as well as alluring.Β
βLet Nothing Stop Youβ
Author Nicolas W King first started writing when he was thirteen years old. βAnd it was a bad X-Men fanfiction,β laughs the writer, beginning his interaction withΒ The Literary Juggernaut. Stating, nonetheless, that his first original story was a one-act play, which he gave to his theater teacher in high school, Nicholas, who works his day job in IT Support and tends to write at night, lets on with a smile, βShe enjoyed it but could see I needed a lot more practice!β
I Observe
His water brush draws
the mirror for the sky:
the vast lake beneath
captures the continuum
on its refractive surface
in deepening silence
My Imaginary Beach
Come join me on my imaginary beach
The night will be warm, the moon full
The sand will sparkle in Lunaβs light
The calm ocean will set the rhythm
With waves lapping quietly upon the shore
Wish I Were With You
Oh, I wish I were with you up above
So we both might make love afresh each day
And pen grand sonnets that no man shall shove
Out of their dying yet unending way.
Everything About Direct and Indirect Speech
In spoken English, it would make little sense to report something using the direct speech. It would not just sound peculiar but also a bit theatrical for the listener. Therefore, another way to report is to use one’s own words and yet convey what the speaker had said. This does not mean that one can casually add words of one’s own choices for the essence of what was said should not be lost. This is exactly where the role of indirect speech comes into the picture. Indirect Speech is, hence, the second type of narration in English.
Winds and Ways
Oh, the birds greet mirth and mirth births love
When winds wind their ways through woods of this land;
And the days turn sound with the nights that shove
The light that brightens the homes that here stand.
