thefunofwritingpoems

                                 The Warmth of Winter The chill of the season keeps me warm, The crispy wind has its charm. The sun's heat has cozy delight, When it touches me that really excites. The shivering hands look for a blaze, The cold feet deny to chase. The red nose gets numb, The chattering teeth give aches to gums. Recalling the beauty of winter snow, Subsides the pain and gives a glow. Santa riding on reindeers, Wishing you Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.  

  Prelude- Who doesn't want to be called Mr.Perfectionist or Ms.Perfectionist....everyone ...rare are the people who believe in doing without bothering for being Don Quixote.Is perfection a frequent fear of being par excellent,fear of disapproval ,feeling of insecurity or inadequacy..let it be who cares ...go for goals ..go for satisfaction ...don't prove your worth before world b'coz you know your worth well . Recently read an article on Wabi Sabi -the Japanese philosophy for a Perfectly Imperfect life and Kintsugi. How realistic these philosophies are ..they  teach us to showcase the beauty of age and damage rather than hiding them ... accept the reality that the true beauty is not in concealing but in revealing. Tried to write a few lines ...what I have understood about these Philosophies.                          Imperfectly Perfect-My Mood Swings Who is Perfectly Imperfect ,I say it's me, I have re...

 Dew on a leaf is one of my long awaited poem , for which I longed to be amidst nature and write a few lines . Honestly,things become easy when they are done at the place where they yield their best.Sitting in the arms of Creation and create to give it back....a wonderful feeling of accomplishment This poem is my tribute to the Nature who gives us so much but doesn't want anything in return.                                                                Dew on a leaf Pearls are falling from the Paradise lying lazily on the grass, Do not touch them ,they are as tender as a glass. It seems as if nature has adorned itself with diamonds, The opportunity comes rare,behold the charm from zenith to horizon. Hold your breathe there is more to see, The boundless beauty and the ecstasy.  The best time  when Nature wakes up a...

माँ ने आज़ादी तो दी पर यह नहीं बताया, जंगल में भेड़िये भी है जिनका रहेगा हमेशा मुझ पर साया  , गिद्ध से मानव रहेंगे हमेशा मुझ  पर नज़रे गड़ाए,  नोच डालेंगे वो मुझे  जब भी उन्होंने मौके को पाया I  शिक्षित मनुष्य, असभयता फैलाएंगे , घृणा ,हिंसा ,दुराचार  करेंगे तांडव और अपना परचम लहरायेंगे I छोड़कर इंसानियत  हमने तर्रकी  बहुत  कर ली , अशिष्टता  में लेकर उपाधि ,हैवानियत की सारी हदें पार हमने  कर दी, पहले फूलों को थे मसलते ,अब कलियों को भी रोंदते हैं, अंधकार के दानव अब दिनदहाड़े घुमते हैं I माँ मैं तुझसे पूछती हूँ,मान मर्यादा का पाठ जो बचपन में  तू मुझको थी बताती , क्या वो पाठ भैया को तू ने भी  है सिखलाया ? तू बोलती थी लड़कियां घर की इज़्ज़त की ठेकेदार हैं , क्या आज भी लड़को के  लड़कियों से ज़यादा अधिकार हैं? जब रचना ने मानव को एक जैसा हैं बनाया I तो कौन है हम भेद करते ,मेरी समझ में ये ना  आया I माँ आज तुझे  बतलाती हूँ  मैं ,  वो समय दूर नहीं जब  नाग अपना फन फिर से  फेहलायेगा,   है...

Recently my father has completed 86 springs of his life and the spirit is still alive in him to live a hale and hearty life.Kudos to his enthusiasm, not even  for a second he misses on his routine .He still feels young and energetic similar to the one which he might  have felt when he was in his thirties A salute to his Liveliness.                                                                                    86 Springs How long will we go is not in our hands, But how good it's going to be at least we can plan, Life  is so unpredictable nothing we can tell, The spirit of liveliness should ring in our heart like a temple's bell. Why to lose hope and think about our...

                                         Letters from the Past Opening the folds of the letters and going through the lines  bring back the days,the tale of untold story, when my eyes ran over the words and finding did I miss out anything. Couldn't raise my eyes till the last word I read ,yes running over the words which expressed your love for me , the moments we were not together but made me feel you near me. Those  10 lines seems to take me to the place where only you and I can be, nothing can give solace to my heart only the words you carved on the white sheets. Letters you wrote are relics  still housed in my heart, More the time ... the fresher the words  are getting . May be the words which I couldn't understand then, now have  new meanings. I  smell the pages which still  have your fragrance, the dull words of cheerfulness still makes me la...

What is there today may not be there tomorrow.The cycle of life goes on like this, we keep on moving ahead and leave things behind .This is not done intentionally ,I may say it's human nature.Initially, there is hue and cry  but with the passage of time things go to cold settlements.I don't want things to let go ,I want to clutch them ,cuddle them and wanted them to stay forever.Alas!Failed on many occasions but there is one thing I'm holding firmly, is my BUCKET LIST. Even at this hour , the outbreak of the pandemic,raising my three children(not an easy task),managing everything and not leaving my  desires ,is a commendable job.Kudos to me. Don't let it go-"Bucket list Keeping my fingers crossed and hoped that these days will pass away soon, Desires to follow are hidden in my heart like a butterfly in  a cocoon. The aspirations wanted to take a flight far away. Am I this fortune? Will my wishes be granted? Which are  lying asleep in the summers of June. The night ...