Monday, 26 September 2016


Free us, Free us, Free us,
Free us, Free us, Free us
Let us live as our wish
Let us lead the way we need
Give us the scope to fly so high
Give us the way to reach so high
Let us be the part of the game
Though we lose or though we gain
Let us show our height and weight
Give us the chance to read and write
Give us the chance to know and think
Let us be among with you
Let us be along with you                                                            
Give us a chance to sing and dance
Give us a chance to spring and blossom
Let us be great as you
Let us be equal to you
Let us express our thoughts and feelings
Let us exhibit our talents and ideas
Free us, Free us, Free us,
Free us, Free us, Free us


Journey into an another Era
with many aims still raw
begins with a Jaunty January
into a heart throbing journey.

Flower in fine fields flow
into a stream and film of rows
It is the quite Freezy February
welcomes us with unique flowering.

Mutely comes the month Marching
with many multiple matters
of music, It is the Melodious March
exactly a nice tune played mutely.

Aspiring interest are adored
like a hill covered with lot of snowed
May the struggle rise it is Aiming April 
If you miss to aim, then no aspiring.

Metres high in the heat of feet
full of melons, mangoes and meat
definitely rare, its the Magic May
none other shower love in high metres.

Jotting the dates that went 
with the rest left for rent
Its the Juicy June
That’s, just to sip and jotting.

Jaded with full of work
nothing there to wonder
As it is the fine Joyful July
a month with loads jaded.

Attention! you're in the mids 
try to know the way it leads
surely it is lovely and a Attracting August
never to miss the way, have attention!!!

Smooth and slow, free and low
like a pure stream with no blow
busy with songs of Singing September
lovely song birds utter sweet and smooth.

Old is gold as goes a line 
often with many memories fine
still all goes well in Oddless October
as the gold move the new and the old.

Nature with all good and best
rest in a few places and others waste
As it's a Naughty November
changes everyone into a fine nature.

Down the end comes the dues
with all the do's  to be done in sue
as not to be away in Dreamy December
always to be correct through we come down.


The winds of success touch and go
like a wind that just pass by, so
a nice sense can be felt so.

It's needs to be as a guest for ever
but not as a passing clouds that shower
It should not be seasonal but a perennial
that flows always and ever like a super power.

The winds of success bring a lot of inspiration
which makes to know our capacity and perfection
All this leads to a world of rejoicing and recreation.

The winds that sweep around us is chill and cool
the success sense of winds lead our feel and drill
the process of strength and power lead our will and miles.

The effect of success winds or a little shower of success
makes us drench like a bath in a shower.

This is a brief tale about a shower in a success winds.


When I wake up in the morning,
It's all were free from rushing,
everything seems to be missing.

Just a cloudy sky and a rainy dew,
facing each and bending like a bow,
seems twinkles are rested and they are due.

Perfect pleasant wind with the dew,
is a blend of white and blue,
parts and plants are prepared to flew,
eager to touch the sky and the dew.

Hurrying to be a part of the show.
The God of the light and stars,
huge and orange raising up slow.

   The mix of trio is a beauty to view,
    which is the pockets of a few.

   Three and three makes six
   but all they make is one more
   Its the time of VIBGYOR.

  Fortunate eyes witness this prize
  its really a appreciable sight.
  Nature in a balanced diet.

  It's the time to rise,
  raise and praise the wise


                                                image of smile के लिए इमेज परिणाम

The perfect pleasant feature
which is the symbol of good nature
An expression of happiness
An indication of approval
with it,
Everything becomes lovely and worldly.

Wipes the tears, tries to smear
the thoughts of fears, makes dears
with it,
Everything becomes lovely and worldly.

The gift of diamond and emeralds
is no where to diverge and diminish ills
so cheap and abundant
with it,
Everything becomes lovely and worldly.

It's a possession of everyone, asset in variety
bless for all live things but selective in use
A wealth for good health, A medicine with speciality
with it,
Everything becomes lovely and worldly.

Its the simple special "SMILE"
Smile is a "Slite move in lips and eyes."
"Sintialating move involving lips and eyes.

image of smile के लिए इमेज परिणाम

(This poem has got a "HONOURABLE MENTION'' in a poetry contest of poetry soup)


A soft gentle wind on a navy night
makes the branches to rub against slight
which were still after a tough fight;
With a soft gentle wind on a maze
then the branches had a gaze
which induced a spark to love trace;
Moon shines, stars glitter, sky charms
amidst a soft gentle wind with no norms
makes the branches hear whispers form;
A soft gentle wind carries the fragrance of love
flowers, buds and stars breath and bow
makes the branches smell it in the grove;
Then the soft gentle wind dropped dew
to the branches to taste their love due
to melt the tiff between the two
A soft gentle wind made them twig.


I,   I,   I,   I – indeed!
Inspired, induced,
incorporated Inverted illusions in imaginations.
Ideas inexplicable ingress,
ingrained invisibly intact.
Iridescent Igloo! Impressive!
It is immaculate, ineffable,
icy ink inmost intrude,
inlaid Igloo instantly!
I in interjection,
inflicted infancy influx,
innocent interpretations,
inviting Igloo! insistently, in situ.
I ...... increasingly inflated in intend, interestingly.
Its’ interiors’ in incise,
imply invincibility.

Imperial Igloo! I imbue! 


One evening a thought struck
Like a sharp arrow on a tree trunk
The thought is to meet “my brother.”
No hope, no plan, no idea, no grief, no hate
Just like a boat which has lost his route
 Still wants to reach the place of his fate
A long search walk amidst tall trees
Seems each bending to wish us luck
Roaming around we found his cabin
My brother - tall and fair
But - dull  and frail
Hai! Said me - hai !said he
Few minutes of silence coated  him
Like a cloud covering the moon
Mute broke, talks flowed.  mist
Covered the mountains freezed
The image was clear but still a fear
A very humble and good natured - he
Shared his feelings and a vow to share
Gave a gift and a drink to sip
The way he mingled was so fair
The happiness was filled up to tip
Heavy to walk with loads of care
Promised to meet and to meet
With hope and happiness the days were good
Like a full moon always, the beauty needs no food
Many minutes turned into hours and days moved
He was nowhere to find, thoughts deemed and slowed
Made a call to recall his vow and to take a move
Turned up as a foe and expressed a wish to a show.
But upon all this he was dull and lethargic
No interest to live and love, always quite and prey
till a call, no way to come in the way of plum
Like a fruit which doesn’t ripe till the some
Make us feel sorry to made him a brother
Sometimes feel pity with his work and break                                                  
No use to trust and hope, he is like a child
With no sense of right and wrong, mild and wild
A prone to calm and cool, no thought to make
A good life, respect and love, keep up faith
Sure to lead and feed others with hope
To rest their feelings upon his sob.
But still we expect the “he” - to fly
Like a butterfly in the flowers of spring
Don’t let our hopes suppress in the string
Remember us, remember the vow and let our
Hope fill the lives, with glow of springs

And make us feel that our brother is a king.


Lord of Butter - Lord Krishna
Handled Butter balls and Butter pots
With ease and played with tiny tots
Lord had the world as butter in his mouth
Lord of Jam - Lord Krishna
Jammed night and day; Jammed good and bad
Cleared many jams and many jacks
Lord had the leaf as His bed to sleep.
Lord of Bread – Lord Krishna
Gave many a bread to eat
Took many cows to graze
Cows yielded for His music and grace
Lord made the mountain as an umbrella
Lord Krishna - Lord of Bread, Butter, Jam
Made all to love His play, way and form
He is with us like Bread, Butter, Jam.


Bless me if you can with "all the things"
that all and all can make me everything
good and would make a livelihood.
Bless me if you can with the "power"
to light a life and spread the light
like a candle I stand.
Bless me if you can with the "words" 
which soothe the sorrower, make her
withstand before the stormy winds of sadness.
Bless me if you can with the "money"
to pour the poorer to part the poorness
which is prepared to be a part of the play.
Bless me if you can with the "sense"
to destroy the ignorance which is creeping
and making it's nets wider.
Bless me if you can with the "idea"
to cease and to plant "no war"
and to  make it no where and not at all.
Bless me if you can with the "strength"
to drag the infants from the cave of deaths
which pulls them with one means or the other.
Bless me if you can with the "plan"
to make every place a palace on earth
enriched with natural beauty and the home of mother nature.
Bless me if you can with the "thought"
to teach every one to talk and learn
to try to write and fight for the right.
Bless me if you can with the "royalty"
to make every man happy and to move 
his life with happiness and nothing more


Make efforts to add one more feather to your cap
which will make you glide in the success lap
Mark all targets to reach in the route map
so that you don't need  to fetch a rooting sap
Many a hindrance will cover in the doting gap
but never to lose temper and miss a nap
More resources will help an idea to tap
Make efforts to add one more feather to your cap

The ways to reach are tough, but you can catch it's lap
with little care, fair focus and action plan in the map
thorough work will create a grip on the sap
where in all is even without any gap
Complete the work and snatch a nap 
Rejoice with rewards and your feet will tap
Make efforts to add one more feather to your cap


Stories are mixture of emotions
Ethics, thoughts, messages in verbal motion
Threads of ages, more mature in milestones
Grandparents’ modulations, mimics and memories
Originated as a medium of self-expression
Flourished as a wand of promotion
Reaching to urban and rural world
Conquering trust and quorum
Introduced as a taste of creativity
Bloomed into a ubiquitous flavour
Energizing kids, kith and kin with kittens and king
Boredom was kicked out with kinetic knock.
Supple of fables, graphics and animations
From dawn to dusk; elder to younger; it’s a companion.


Two sat in the park bench with their back
Not to have a departing meet; as their eyes were full pack
Fell like a drew drop, it was their tear drop
Both felt same and shame to speak up.
Butterflies, kites and balloons in colours
But these two are in dark shadows of each others
Trying to forget; they are remembering all
Unable to see; their dream castle fall
Everything was rolling,
Tears, time and tryst.
Thought of lasting rendezvous
But this was their last.
This park was their temple of love
Receiving signals from the love-birds in the grove
Dulcet was their language of love
Promising pillars were laid for future trove.
All crushed down to dust in this park
All against their nuptial
Unable to convince all; not to have a black mark
             They together left the park to make a two different walk


The gush of hormones
The rush of arrows

The burst of balloons
The tryst with poems

The cocoa in the chocolate
The collage in cards

Love is in the air
Love is everywhere

Roses reach red dresses
Mars meet Venus
Days bright with stars

Love is in the air
Love is everywhere

Cupids in Tee shirts
Love songs in duets
Teddy bears in their hands
Love, Love, Love
Love is in the air
Love is everywhere
Soliloquy everywhere

Saturday, 24 September 2016


People on the earth
Stunned with the death
Eyes wet with tears
Hearts broke with fears
As she is no more to wipe their tears


A day of festivity in fresh air
Festoons forming an entry pair
Gorgeous drapes of silky velour
Incense having their share
Festoons in the doldrums
As one is one less than twelve
As one is one more than eleven,
As one is one more than twelve,
All were not in a row.
Flowers bloomed and withered; Seasons fell and flew,
Sun rise and set; Dates turned,
Days formed months, months formed years.
Festoons in linear pair they were all in a row
Being 11 – 12 – 13
Their dreams in day fact
Festoons in a variety show
Flimsy tango and merry samba


                                                 Shakespeare’s Bottom is a weaver,
                                                 Spider is a weaver,
                                                 Weaver bird is a weaver
                                                  Nature and God are interwoven for ever.

                                                 Threads are woven into sarees,
Wool is knitted as sweaters,
Bamboo is braided as baskets,
Marvels of creators.

Each strand gets life by a weaver,
Ornate twine blooms from beaver,
Artefacts add more colour in the life,
Outfits get glove fit in the life.
Weavers are bearers; weavers are savers;
Weavers are like busy bees
Hands and fingers toil to give us honey.

God is a weaver with a string
Puppets sing/dance and plait
As the weavers hand do might
Move off, if the string do stop
                                                     God can make us hop, drop and stop

Monday, 19 September 2016


“Live to eat or eat to live”, Food is an integral part of mans’ life. To survive, man requires food. Food can be defined as a substance taken into the body of an animal or plant to maintain its life. That’s why among the basic necessities of mans’ life – food acquires foremost place (Food, Clothing and Shelter).
Food is available in different forms. Fruits, Vegetables, Cereals, Grains, Nuts, etc. Food can be classified into Raw & Cooked Food. Depending on the forms, there are two types of food – Solid Food & Liquid Food. Items of staple food vary from one another. Methods of food preparation and varieties differ from person to person based on geographical, social and religious factors.
Next to necessities, comes comfort and luxuries. Expanding his horizons from necessities, man searches for comforts. Comfort provides pleasure. One such pleasure comes from reading literature. Literature is a body of writings especially great novels, poetry and plays. Language is a medium to express once own thought.  Scripts were developed based on the spoken language and later uniform symbols called Alphabets were assigned.
“History’s true object of study is the human mind” says Fustel De Coulanges. When man started to pen his thoughts, there were formed many literary compositions. The compositions reflected social life.
Looking at the splendid fabric of English literature we realize in it a “Coat of many colours.” To its making have gone the prismatic fancy of the celt, the somber passion of the Teuton, the golden gaiety of France, the Scandinarian greys and Italian purples. Above all, Anglo-saxon is predominant. Teuton’s were renowned for their hospitality. “Every German”, to quote Tacitus “receives his guest with a well-furnished table. When his supplies are exhausted he who was but now the host becomes the guide to further hospitality, and without invitation they go to the next house.”
Having washed his hands and feet, the guest joined the family board and using his fingers instead of a form, helped himself to devour the vast quantities of meat which were always in requisition. The meal being brought to a lively, if somewhat hazardous conclusion by the practice of throwing the bones about the place, the serious business of the evening began – namely drinking. Around the blazing fire in the centre of the long hall, ale used to be supplied late into the night.
No day was complete without food and drink. Based on the origin of food, it is divided into two: they are vegetarian and non vegetarian food, Consumption of these is subject to one’s palate.
As poetry is a segment of Literature, poetry envelopes all aspects of human life. So, food also take part in it. Food is an essential component of human life. Though a recipe is not a part of the poetry,  the poems stated about the availability of food in those days. Apart from that it showcases the food preferences of various sects of people based on the region and the cast they belong to.
Food is special during festivals; it’s different during fasts, long menus during buffets and official banquets. The food used to be traditional that is offered to God. All these were duly covered in the poem highlighting the way of life.
A few paradigms of testimony …………..
“ The King and the Hermit” translated by Kuno Meyer , is an Ancient Irish poetry. It deals with food habits of a hermit. Irish Poetry not only covers the celtic love of nature in the beautiful poem but also the strong personal note that bespeaks of the celt.
The poem is a colloquy between Guaire, King of Connacht in the Seventh Century and his brother Marvan,a hermit. Marvan recounts to Guaire the beauties and delights of his simple dwelling.
A tree of apples – great to bounty!
Like a hostel, vast!
A pretty bush, thick as a fist, of the Tiny hazelnuts,
A green mass of branches.

A choice pure spring and princely water
To drink:
There spring watercresses , Yew – berries,

A clutch of eggs, honey delicious mast,
God has sent it:
Sweet apples, red whortle-berries,
And blae berries.

Ale with herbs, a dish of strawberries of good taste and colour,
Haws, berries of the juniper,

A cup with mead of hazel-nut, blue bells,
It evinces the food that were accessible in the woods for the hermit. They are the nature’s best production. Moreover Marvan describes it as Gods’ sent.  Above all, he gets to drink pure spring and princely water. The diet of the hermit are very fresh and can be taken as it is and it will provide sustenance.
Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales draw attention not only to foods but also Emphasizes the table etiquettes.
“ To boil the Chicken and the marrow bones,
And poudre marchant tart and galingale
He could roast and seethe and boil and fry,
Maken Mortrewes and well bake a pie.”
“Poudre marchant tart’ seems to have been a kind of medieval curry powder; “galingale,’ the root of the sweet cypress, was aromatic and pungent; “Mortrewes” were soups which contained a variety of ingredients – fresh pork, chicken, eggs, saffron, or sometimes fish, pepper, bread and ale. These ingredients were crushed first in a mortar – hence their name.
Chaucer’s interest in cookery helps him to ascertain the dishes as well as the ingredients that go into the making of a recipe.
Chaucer is particular not to ignore the table manners. He disclosed this in the prologue itself. Each guest brought his own knife, but for common use there were no forks. They washed their hands in their desirous way. They flung the bone and scraps of meat on the floor. Every guest had a napkin, and the proper use of the napkin was an elaborate ritual in itself. This shows how the middle classes fared. As they are not exposed to such high class traditions.
Pie is a baked dish of meat, fish or fruit covered with pastry or other crust.
More playful and extravagant in his mood is William Brighty Rands (1823 – 1880). In his poem “CHORUS” he uncovers the childish acts of little maids having a pie.
“Havelok – the Dane” by Geffrei Gaimar was probably composed in the reign of Edward I about 1280. Although it is of a French version, it has the origin in England.
The poem opens in spirited fashion with request “First fill me a cup of good ale.” It encompasses sea foods. As Grim – a character in this poem is a fisherman who shares his fishing experiences. He caught Sturgeon, Turbot etc., He also sold lampreys and brought home Simnels, meal, meat and hemp. It itemizes the varieties of fishes and more importantly the ability of the people of those days to identify the differences.
Like Gaimar, Chaucer also briefs about ale in the Canterbury Tales. Ale/Beer was found in other places than inns in the fourteenth Century. At the cross roads of frequented highways, houses were erected where beer was to be had. And the pilgrims in the Tale stop at a house of this kind and
“……….. at this Ale stake
Both drynke and byten cake.”

William Langland born at about 1332, in his work : The Book of Piers - the plowman analyses more about the suppliers rather than the food.
“Brewers and bakers, and butchers and looks;
Such men, on this mould, can most harm-work
To the poorer people, that piece-meal buy,
For they poison the people, both privily and oft.”
He condemns the rich people for “regrating” – that was the customs of buying up provisions and retailing them to the poor at great profit. In those days also getting good food was a “costly affair”

In this poem he mentions of ‘breed’(Bread) from strat-ford, this reminds us of the fame which Stratford-at-Bow enjoyed in medieval times for supplying bread to the city. And the bakers were important men.
The denomination of the food varied according to the time in which it was consumed. This idea is wisely associated in the poem “The Monks and the Gaints.”
“Dinner and supper kept their usual hours,
Breakfast and luncheon never were delayed.”
It brings forth their routines and regular intake of food without fail.
In the Bishop Percy’s Reliques – Old Tom of Bedlam.
the poet takes us on a trip to the celestial world. Pluto, Mars, mercury, Venus and Moon are the stations were the poor Tom Wanders. The poet deals on the edibles in the Moon.
“The Man in the moon drinkers Claret,
Eates powder’d beef, turnip, and Carrot,
G.G.Coulton the author of the poem – Pearl probably highlights the high season of August as the feast of the Assumption (August 15th )
“when corn is cut with sickes keen
The Earth where once my pearl rolled down
Was shadowed with herbs full clear and sheen,
Gilly flower, ginger and gromelion
And peonies powdered all between.”
Though the poet was worried about the loss of his precious Pearl, the sight which comes forth before him insisted good harvest and self-sufficiency. All the seasonal crops grown well and people were never in hunger. Yields are in surplus and the end products reach their plates. Spices are also in the list.
A poem titled “The Aesthete” by William Schwenck Gilbert (1836 – 1911) focuses on the Nature’s beauty of producing Vegetables and Fruits.
“An attachment a’la plato for a bashful Young potato,
Or a not-too. French French bean!

Christopher Smart (1722-1771), in his poem”Song to David” portrayed the bountiful nature and its gift of many edible things.
“For adoration ripening canes
And cocoa’s purest milk detains
And Vines with Oranges disposed
The nectarine his strong tint imbibes
And Apples of then thousand tribes,
And quick peculiar Quince.
It reflects nature at its best – A show of wholesome disposal which adds richness to the mother Earth.
In contrast to the above surpluseness, the poverty stricken Butler can be known in the following:
No generous patron would a dinner give,
The poet’s fate is here in Emblem shown:
He asked for bread, and he received a stone.”
It’s a quote by C.Wesley.
“INCOGNITA” by Mr.Austin Dobson (1840). In this the poet compares the verses into soufflé.
“That preferred your mere metrical souffle’
to the stronger poetical food:
Actually souffle’ is a light dish made with beaten Egg White.
In the Category of Beverages –Alcoholic and non-alcoholic are the two major differentiations. Among the non alcoholic, Coffee had an upper hand over all the others. It’s a warm feeling to relish a hot coffee on a rainy day.
In the Poem “Nell”
“The streets grew light, but rain began to fall;
I stopped and had come coffee at a stall,
Because I felt so chill;
This marks the poet’s minute detailing of small pleasures in human life.
In the same poem ”Nell,” the poet reports about the excess dose of drinks, which makes a man mad and Hence request to avoid it.
“A lad as gentle as a lamb, but lost
His senses when he took a drop too much –
Drink did it all – drink made him mad when crossed
Wine is an alcoholic drink which is made from fermented grape juice or from other fruits or plants.

Wine and Beer (ale) are exigencies because of weather conditions. It’s a habit with the members of high class.
“Landlords spice the smoking ale.
Hail white winter, lady fine,
In a cup of elder wine.
Elder wine is made out of dark berries.
The above lines were quoted from the poem “A WINTER SKETCH’ by John Byrne Leicester (1835 – 1895).

Wine is employed as a sedative and assumed that tranquility is guaranteed. It is appraised in the poem “CONFITEOB” by Sir Alfred Lyall.
“And sailors before the mast:
Then pledge me a cup of the Cyprus wine,
For I fain would bury the past.”
Music is being interpreted as an instrument which holds some one spell bound. Shelley in his poem “MUSIC” states that it is like a bewitching wine.
“I pant for the music which is divine,
my heart is its thirst is a dying flower;
Pour forth the sound like enchanted wine.”
S.T.Coleridge in his work”Kublakhan” discloses the purity of milk which gives completeness.
“For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of paradise.
In the poem “The Ancient Mariner” S.T.Coleridge gives a glimpse of the physical strain of being thirsty.
“Water, Water every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, Water, Every where,
Nor any drop to drink.”
“Letter to Maria Gisborne” is a poem by Shelley. In this Shelley approaches to real humour by fantastically using liquor and tea.
“The liquor doctors rail at – and which I
Will quaff in spite of them – and when we die
We’ll toss up who died first of drinking Tea,
And cry out – heads or tails? – where’er we be.”
These are the few in which food and beverages were been part of English poetry. This exemplifies the poets’ familiarity and dexterity in handling any themes in connection with varied subjects.

Anyhow, “To eat is human and to digest is divine.” Literature helps us to understand the divinity of human life.