The Shimmering Friendship

Friends are like stars in a dark sky,

They support us during sorrow and joy,

They sparkle and spread light,

They are motivation and might.

The moonlight shimmers the stream,

The sight inspires the onlooker’s dream.

Dewdrops glisten ,

We listen

To the chirping sparrows

And watch the tree hollows,

In the marvellous mornings….

Coming back to friends,

They are our shimmering friends…

Our glitter,

Who reduce our jitter…

A Happy Friendship day,

To all my friends , have a good day..

Everyday…ūüėä

 

 

 Shimmer

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The Shimmering Friendship

A Casual Invitation

Dark Clouds hover in the sky,

They casually tell the rains , ” Don’t feel shy…

Drench the earth,

The earthlings won’t feel the water dearth….

People who waste water,

Normally get water on a platter….”

 

People ¬†casually invite each other to each other’s places..

Saying ‘ Come someday to our place ‘.

That ‘ Someday ‘ never rises,

Unless, a special occasion arises…

And a formal invitation is given….

Even

a cookie freshly picked from the oven,

Needs an invitation to be eaten…..

People wear casual wear,

As they are routinely tired of formal Wear….

Casual and Formal are two sides of the same coin,

Both like to join…

The Club of Life….

( in response to the WordPress daily prompt – Casual )

 

 Casual

A Casual Invitation

The Soothing Symphony

Listen to some Jazz,

Listen to the bees’ buzz….

Listen to the flute,

Listen to the owl’s hoot…

Listen to the drum and trumpet,

Listen to the elephant’s trumpet…

Listen to the stringing guitar and harem,

Listen to a singing cuckoo star and enjoy them

For a company

And a rhythmic symphony….

A symphony of orchestra soothes the soul,

A symphony of sounds of nature nurture the soul…..

( In response to the daily prompt of WordPress – Symphony )

Symphony

The Soothing Symphony

Foggy Fate

It was foggy,

Drains were cloggy.

It was raining,

Dogs were whining.

The GPS was out of order,

There was thunder…

She didn’t panic,

Though the atmosphere seemed tragic…

The fate was foggy,

The air was smoggy.

She parked her car,

She had to go far…

She waited for the day to dawn,

It was not foggy now, she could see the nearby lawn…

She resumed her travel,

She admired nature’s marvel,

She reached home late,

But , She had no regret…

 
Foggy
 

 

 

 

 

 

Foggy Fate

The traditional Mother tongue

Traditions are passed on from one generation to the other. Countries, communities,  cultures, climates, geographical factors, education, friends, company, corporates, , entertainment, Business , arts, different industries have their own traditions and customs. At an individual level too, a person follows certain traditions and rituals.

A person ‘s mother tongue is a major connecting medium for traditions. When a person knows his / her mother tongue, he/ she can effectively communicate with scholars, wise men and women, knowledgeable persons , even those , who may not be well versed in other National/ official language, but know the mother tongue ¬†well. The old texts, scriptures, literature, poetry , which may be available , in his mother tongue , ¬†is also accessible to him.

For example, my mother tongue is Marathi. Marathi has a rich, ancient, progressive, evolving , accommodating culture. It has a wonderful legacy of a variety of arts, valour, courage, bravery, warriors, freedom fighters, social reformers, educationists, medicinal experts, sportsmen… ¬†It’s Literature is broad based. A Maharashtrian who knows Marathi will have an added advantage of learning about Maharashtra, Marathi and Maharashtrians, thereby strengthening his roots, grasping the good traditions.

Be it the books of legends like Gangadhar Gadgil, P. L. Deshpande, Shanta Shelke or the musical compositions of Sudhir Phadke, Ajay- Atul or the master strokes of Sunil Gavaskar, Sachin Tendulkar or the Invincible Warrior Star ( Ajinkya Tara ) Peshwa Bajirao-I ¬†or the supreme Sacrifice , confidence, courage of Swatantryaveer Damodar Savarkar or the histrionics of Neelu Phule, Arun Sarnaik … The list is endless.

Similarly, the aartis, keertans, bhajans, abhang, shlokas – musical, lyrical ¬†compositions of religious ¬†nature are beautiful , soul searching renditions in the mesmerizing language. ¬†So are the ukhanas, powadas, lavnis, tamasha, koligeet….

So, Maharashtrians, don’t forget to learn Marathi, it will be a Memorable Journey in the vast ocean of knowledge…..

Traditional

The traditional Mother tongue

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….

 

 Tailor

Tribute to the toiling Tailor