Tribute to the toiling Tailor

He sits  and works with his sewing machine,

He stitches and sews with the help of design and line…

He takes the client’s measurements,

He does the fitting as per the client’s requirements…..

He uses his creativity to make designs and patterns,

He uses his precision and stitching skills to create a new dress with precision…..

His fees are just a fraction

Of his satisfaction…..

He is happy when the client is happy with the dress,

That relieves him of the strain and stress…

He is the diligent , sincere tailor,

Who caters to everyone- the doctor and the sailor….

Salute to the toiling tailor,

You deserve a crisp collar….



Tribute to the toiling Tailor

Burial of Worries

Life has joy and sorrow,

Nature has sand and snow…

Life has  abuses and admiration,

Nature has molasses and migration….

Life has hatred and happiness,

Nature has crimson red and Cobalt blueness…

Life has wonders and dreams,

Nature has wanders and streams….

Life has walks and talks,

Nature has stalks and hawks …

Both life and nature stand the test of time,

When they synchronize and rhyme….

When both bury the worries and unpleasant memories….

When both take with them morals of the stories and pleasant memories….


Burial of Worries

The Growth and Grit

She was a healthy baby,

She was cherubic and bubbly,

All of a sudden,

adversity struck like thunder and lightening,

For her parents, her high , continuous fever was frightening,

Her parents had faith in God and Doctor,

They eliminated the fear factor,

The doctor’s diagnosis and treatment worked wonders,

She returned to normalcy without blunders,

Her parents and nurses cared well,

They ensured that she was well…

She was a diligent student,

She was intelligent and prudent.

She studied well,

Her teachers remembered her , even after her farewell…

She graduated from a top business school,

She joined a company , which was very cool….

She did well professionally,

She was popular socially…

All of a sudden,

adversity struck . .

her car collided with a truck….

She met with a major accident,

Her life had a major dent….

She lost her ability to speak,

Emotionally, she felt weak….

She was sorrowful,

She felt awful…

Her parents stood by her with grit,

They motivated her to walk again on the life street,

She was back to work,

But , she received a jerk,

Her company was not full of compassion,

They bid Adieu to her and removed her from the Corporate Mansion….

Her speech therapy was in progress,

But it was going to be a long process….

In the meanwhile, she learnt sign language,

She was happy to be expressive at this stage,

She also learnt ‘ Braille ‘ language,

She had an idea at this stage…

She rekindled her hobby of reading and writing,

She was on the verge of a spectacular implementing,

She began writing a novel,

She was digging her mind with a creative shovel….

She completed her novel.

She also wrote it in ‘ Braille ‘.

She approached many publishers,

They rejected her manuscript , as it didn’t belong to the category of cash growers….

Her parents supported her whole heartedly,

They posted a chapter of the book on the social media,

It was a sensation,

thanks to it’s Sensitivity and Expression. . ..

The tables turned,

The publishers returned,

She was a sought after writer,

She was a show stopper….

Now, Her success story had begun,

She was a gritty grower of wonderful words ,

Her thoughtful mind had many worlds…..




The Growth and Grit

The Sea of Seals and Sails

The Sky sees the Sea,

The Sea has Seals and Ships,

The Ships have Sails…

The Storm tests and threatens,

The Sails secure and strengthen

The Captain ‘ s morale…

The Captain succeeds in avoiding the fatal…

Nature seems to cast a magical spell,

Sharks and Scallops abound and dwell…

The Sky stares and cares,

The Sea stares and cares,

They create and churn many scores and stores….








The Sea of Seals and Sails

The scampering spree

The passionate shopper seeks a shopping spree,

The tired horse relaxes under a caring tree. ….

The baby scampers,

The father pampers….

The job seeker seeks a lucrative job,

The health conscious athlete munches a corn cob…

The sales team struggles to reach it’s targets,

The research team struggles to analyze customer sets….

Life is full of scampering and stamping,

Life is full of running and ruminating,

Life is full of walking and wandering,

Life is full of galloping and grunting,

Life is full of mourning and moving,

Life is full of magical mornings

Life is full of enigmatic evenings….

Life moves on and on,

It may or may not be bonne….

Cheers to Life….


The scampering spree

The Sunny Spot

Whenever I have come across the word ‘ Sunny ‘ in my life , I have not been disappointed. Be it the classy batting of legendary Sunil ( Sunny ) Gavaskar or the action packed , hard hitting histrionics of Sunny Deol, both the ‘ SUNNY ‘ s have made their arena sunny . Since last August, I am residing in San Jose of California, U.S.A. Here, too , we often visit ‘ Sunnyvale ‘ for some important purchase or the other.

A few verses:

At times, Life is sunny,

At times, Life is gloomy.

The sun rises,

The day flourishes.

The sun sets,

Telling us ‘ It is time for our rests. ‘

The sun is hot,mighty and powerful,

But, do  these qualities also lead to it’s loneliness- which would have been awful …

Had it been a person…..

Sunny spots in life are memorable moments,

They reduce the pain caused by spots of torments …..





The Sunny Spot

The loop of routine

Man can be intriguing,

Man can be puzzling.

First, he creates loops of routines​,

Then , he gets​ bored of his surrounding palms and pines,

He plans a trip and travels faraway

He enjoys and explores in some way,

He relaxes and records memories,

He creates his travel stories.

After some days, he misses his home and loop of routine,

He returns with a fresh mind and repeats his routine….

It is back to sundry and laundry,

It is the same old story!!!!


( In response to the WordPress daily prompt ‘ Loop ‘. )


The loop of routine