A crook is he
cheating his wife and kids
double personality.
symbol of purity
delicate child, becomes a crook
his elders role.
Haiku Heights #303 ~ September Heights Day 30 ~ Crooked
northern lights
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Monday, 30 September 2013
Haiku Heights #303 ~ September Heights Day 30 ~ Crooked
A crook is he
cheating his wife and kids
double personality.
symbol of purity
delicate child, becomes a crook
his elders role.
Sunday, 29 September 2013
Saturday, 28 September 2013
Haiku Heights.# 301 Sept.Heights day 28 Pillow
A baby sleeps
in comfort of mom's arms.
No need of pillow.
A poor man,
no shelter,home or roof
sleeps on floor.
Prompted by Haiku Heights.# 301 Sept.Heights day 28 Pillow
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Friday, 27 September 2013
Thursday, 26 September 2013
When will we meet!!
My unsent letter today is for a dear friend, with whom I came in touch on the Internet.This was not posted as I did not know her postal address.It is lying with me. I dont know whether it will be posted or not. This post is prompted by write tribe,unsent letters# 3
My dear Alef,
To day I am in a reminiscent mood. I remember the day when we played Scrabble on face book.I was charmed by your name. I just asked you in the chat column whether you were from India. The chat which started with this insignificant introduction turned into friendship.This was almost two years back. I also remember that your Mom had passed away some days back and you were very upset. I felt very sad for you. There was not a single day when we did not chat. You remember,we played 10 or 12 Scrabble games every day. You told me about my moves. I learnt to play the game more efficiently. Scrabble was just an excuse.We chatted all the time. We became very close and knew about each others family. We knew what was being cooked for lunch and dinner. we shared several recipes.
Those days I was in the process of writing my book. I used to discuss about the incidents, I was writing in the book. We used to speak on the Skype. Your children became friendly with me. AQ and Za used to recite the poems they learnt in school. We shared our family problems. In fact we spoke to each other about every thing on earth. If you were not 'on line' even for a day ,I felt restless and uneasy. Do you remember when I started writing blogs, you were the only one to comment.
After you shifted to India, for a few days there was no contact with you,Your telephone number also changed I was relieved when I spoke to you after a long gap of about ten days. Now the Scrabble has also changed. The old one..... I miss it very much. This is more formal and we are unable to talk as we used to. I miss you on line and also Scrabble of olden days.I wonder when those good old days will come back.
We have never met. I hope that one day we will meet.When will it be,Alef?
Luv to the kids.
love from yourUsha Aunty
Haiku Heights #299 ~ September Heights Day 26 ~ Salt
Salt pepper hair
mirror,mirror on the wall,
am I really old ?
A pinch of salt
is all that we need, to
make life sweet!
Prompted by Haiku Heights # 299 Sept.Heights Day 26 Salt
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Wednesday, 25 September 2013
Haiku Heights # Den September Heights Day 25
Dingy, dark, dirty
Secluded,stinky,solitary, sober,cell
trapped in delusion.
Simple,sanguine, serene
with my computer, and phone
I love my den.
Prompted by Haiku Heights # Den September Heights Day 25
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Tuesday, 24 September 2013
Haiku Heights September Heights Day 24 # Strive
| Ladder of success |
Many challenges in life
make endeavours day and night,
to remove hurdles.
Prompted by Haiku Heights September Heights Day 24 # Strive
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Monday, 23 September 2013
Haiku Heights #296 ~ September Heights Day 23 ~ Clue
She danced merrily,
unaware of peering glances,clueless
of diamond necklace.
Prompted by Haiku Heights #296 ~ September Heights Day 23 ~ Clue
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Sunday, 22 September 2013
If only you were there
If only you were here
I remember you were dear to everyone. You were the first to welcome every body. You were very fond of children. After returning from School, they first asked for you. They hugged you, kissed you and pampered you. You jumped into the warmth and comfort of their bed. But if an elderly one entered, you jumped and hid behind some door.You loved to play Hide and Seek.When you fell ill we panicked.We could feel your pain.You left us craving for you. Death does not spare anyone.We miss you, our dog Elsa. Wish you were here.
Prompted by Kajal Kapur,Write Tribe, 100 words on Saturday
I remember you were dear to everyone. You were the first to welcome every body. You were very fond of children. After returning from School, they first asked for you. They hugged you, kissed you and pampered you. You jumped into the warmth and comfort of their bed. But if an elderly one entered, you jumped and hid behind some door.You loved to play Hide and Seek.When you fell ill we panicked.We could feel your pain.You left us craving for you. Death does not spare anyone.We miss you, our dog Elsa. Wish you were here.
Prompted by Kajal Kapur,Write Tribe, 100 words on SaturdayHaiku Heights #295 ~ September Heights Day Sunday
Sunday morn, mankindin slumber, no holiday for
sun,moon, wind.
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| prompted by H aiku Heights #295-September Heights Day Sunday |
Saturday, 21 September 2013
Haiku Heights #294 ~ September Heights Day 21 ~ Black
Black clouds thunder,
lightening, hale storm, heavy rain
a scary weather.
black and white
squares, king,and queen protected
on the chessboard.
pic courtesy google
Prompted by Haiku Heights #294 ~ September Heights Day 21 ~ Black
Friday, 20 September 2013
Haiku Heights #293 ~ September Heights Day 20 ~ Myth
On a moonlit night,
Radha,krishna perform rasleela,
myth or reality.
A haunted house
no one enters, fearing ghosts
nothing but myth.
Prompted by Haiku Heights #293 ~ September Heights Day 20 ~ Myth
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Home sweet home
I just now read Suzi's Write Tribe's unique idea of writing
whatever comes to mind. The first thought which came to my mind was 'my home'.The home which is my nest, my life, and my succour Wherever we go, when ever we go, we wish to be back home. Many a times we wish to go for an outing for some days,but once away from home we yearn to be back home. Our own abode! There is a popular saying,'the heart is where the home is'. It is literally true in my case. I love my home, my corner, and my belongings.
We built our house with great enthusiasm, devotion, zeal and emotion. All our life's savings we happily spent on the construction of our dream house. When the house was completed my exuberance and exhilaration knew no bounds. My husband's love for gardening got an impetus. We have more than five hundred plants, which he tends with great care and passion.On the roof top we have planted flowers. On the back side is 'kitchen garden' where we have grown tomatoes, brinjal,cabbage, cauliflower, spinach, lemons, guava pomegranates and many other plants.It is very fulfilling to see the plants growing. In the balconies, we have placed potted plants.
Here is a small poem, which I wrote when my grand daughters were here. Now both of them are pursuing higher studies. The elder one in USA and the younger one in the college hostel.
A home that was in my dreams
Its dream no
more, its my nest
A look at it
makes my eyes gleam
A wish fulfilled,
it is the best.
Its here we lead
happy hours
Chirping of
little ones gleefully
Dancing,
singing, in rainy showers
Mom and
daughters enjoy freely.
Flowers of
all hues and shades
Planted tenderly with love and care
With an
ornamental green canopy
Swaying merrily on the roof garden.
Hubby and me
lost in old memories
Soft divine
music,manna for the soul
An old
couple, he and I, playing card
Enjoying each moment in our dream. 
This post is a part of Suzi's Free Write for Write Tribe for this week.
Thursday, 19 September 2013
Haiku Heights #292 ~ September Heights Day 19 ~ Butter
Soft ,yellow hue
bread, croissant,burger and stew
kids love butter.
A baby's buttery
lips smile, soft buttery skin
made in heaven.
Prompted by Haiku Heights #292 ~ September Heights Day 19 ~ Butter
pics courtesy google
Wednesday, 18 September 2013
Tuesday, 17 September 2013
Haiku Heights #290 ~ September Heights Day 17 ~ Dread
These traffic jams
dreadful sight day and night
crossing road impossible.
Lizard,cockroach,rat
wasp, at home,take the breath.
mother daughter shriek.!
ppp
Monday, 16 September 2013
Achievement in Mind jolt games
Besides writing blogs ,I have another hobby.I love to play games on Facebook. My favourite games are Scrabble, and Mind jolt games, which include Spider Solitaire, Word chaos, Word drop, Beleaguered castle solitaire and many more. I play Beleaguered castle solitaire regularly.I was overwhelmed today when I saw that in the week ending 15th Sept.2013, the statistics displayed there showed, that I have obtained 1st position in the globe. I cannot describe how excited I am!! 1st position in the globe. Wow! I cannot believe it !!
Haiku Heights #289 ~ September Heights Day 16 ~ Carnival
brings revelry,fun and frolic
exuberant small kids.
| a carnival of flowers |
exotic hues and shapes, bring
elegant festive spirit.
pics courtesy google Prompted by Haiku Heights #289 ~ September Heights Day 16 ~ Carnival
Throw away your worries.
A psychology lecturer held half glass of water and questioned,"What is the weight of this glass?"Different replies came from the students, ranging from 2mls to 10mls.The lecturer said, "Absolute weight does'nt matter. It depends how long we hold it. Hold this glass for two minutes there is no problem,in one hour my hand will pain, if I hold it the whole day, my hand will paralyse. Similarly if we worry about our problems for a minute they will pass off but the longer we worry , they will paralyse our mind, incapable of doing anything." DON'T WORRY!
This prompt is written in response to Write Tribe 100 words on Saturday
This prompt is written in response to Write Tribe 100 words on SaturdaySunday, 15 September 2013
Haiku Heights #287 ~ September Heights Day 14 ~ River
Bathing in river
makes you fresh,radiant,smile
come again tomorrow.
Haiku Heights #287 ~ September Heights Day 14 ~ River
Haiku Heights #288 ~ September Heights Day 15 ~ Wilted
Languished and dwindled
in the scorching sunny afternoon
child comes home.
Thirsty baby elephant
wilting thirsty in summer heat
life is lost.
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\Prompted by Haiku Heights #288 ~ September Heights Day 15 ~ Wilted
Saturday, 14 September 2013
My dear Pari goes to a hostel.
Neha was sitting in the balcony with a paper and a few pictures in her hand. Tears were flowing endlessly like a stream,which she did not even wipe away. Nobody could say whether these tears were of sorrow or satisfaction. In the last one hour she read the paper in her hand umpteen times.
Her thoughts drifted to the events of the past. She and Suresh were married for three years and she had not conceived. They had lost all hopes of becoming parents. Then one fine morning she realised that she had missed her periods for two months. A lady doctor confirmed that she was on the family way. She and Suresh were in seventh heaven. Time passed quickly and she gave birth to a baby girl. Their joy knew no bounds. The baby was like a doll.She had golden brown hair and pretty blue eyes .They named her Pari. The child was the apple of their eyes. When she was four years old ,they sent her to a Convent School.She was a brilliant child. When Pari was in class five, Suresh got a transfer to a small town, where a huge gas plant was scheduled to be constructed. Being an Engineer he was the Head of the team. There were no schooling facilities in the town. They had no other option but to send Pari to a hostel. Mother, as well as the daughter cried for several days. Finally with a heavy heart, Pari was admitted to the hostel and Suresh joined his duty. Pari wrote a letter every week, stating that she was very unhappy and wanted to be back home. The couple were always tense. Suresh applied for a transfer, which, he knew very well would not be entertained.All these past events replayed in front of Neha's eyes,as she was reading a letter from Pari which had she received about an hour ago.. She was not aware for how long she was sitting in the balcony. She read and re read the letter. Her husband entered the balcony, but she did not notice. Suddenly he asked what was she doing there. She handed the letter to him.Without a word he started reading.
My dear Mom and Dad,
We had Independence Day celebrations in the school today. It was great fun. First of all our tri coloured National Flag was hoisted. by Principal Sir. All the children sang the National anthem.We were in school uniform, boys in white shirt and blue pants and girls in white blouse and blue skirts. The green. trees in the background were wonderful. Then there was a march past. The children were wearing red and black dress.The Punjabi gidda dance was very good. Children were wearing yellow, red ,green and blue saris.They looked so sweet and grown up in saris. We were also dancing in our seats. There was a small skit.We laughed and laughed. Girls from my class performed Kuchipudi dance. They looked pretty in red,blue and green salwar suits. Next time I will also participate. In the end we were given chocolates.Mom and Dad, I am very happy. I love my school.I am very very happy. Thank you Mom and Dad for sending me to this school. Luv you Mom and Dad.
Your loving daughter.
Pari
Suresh read the whole letter in one glance. He looked at Neha,smiled and hugged her. They were at peace .
| Flag hoisting. |
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| Children singing National Anthem |
 March past dress
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| kuchipudi dance |
tags colours, red,green,yellow,blue,black and white
genre fiction
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda
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