A Rhyming poetry

#Rhyming poetry

This rumour in the town was rife;
The butcher’s wife
Feared for the safety of her own life.
So she kept with her, a sharpened knife.
Between them, this was the cause of some strife!

Written in response to the rhyme scheme challenge of the mindlovemiserymenagerie blog.

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Tea, Chai, Chaa…

For lovers of the Cuppa….a refreshing historical insight.

Food Trail

Tea is more than just a beverage. It is a feeling that makes a day wholesome. It is considered as one of the most popular drink of the country. India consumes approximately 8,37,000 tons of tea every year!

From starting the day with a hot cuppa to stopping by the roadside stall or ‘Tapri’ on the way back, may be considered a ritual for many. In another survey conducted by a heath app it has been inferred that people in India tend to drink more tea as they age.

While tracing the journey of Tea back to where it came from, I came across a few interesting stories on  the same. Legend has it that Tea was accidentally brought to India by a Buddhist monk who on his way to China, observed the locals chewing wild leaves as part of their ritual. On seeing this, he decided to try the…

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Hues of life

The applique patched dress of the Fakirs and Dervishes, the wandering minstrels of Bengal, have never failed to intrigue me. There seems to be a sort of mute revolt, a defiance in the use of the patches to mend the wear and tear in the existing dress. A Fakir survives on bare essentials and with every patch used to repair his gown, he seems to send out a message to life- “I shall find a way to fight back.”

The wandering blob of cloud at Igatpuri and Kurseong, the balloon seller selling his ware at the traffic light, the Gulmohur tree blooming amidst the drab concrete or the auto driver wearing the jersey of Argentinian soccer star Lionel Messi are the patches that make it easy for me to fight the wear and tear inflicted by life during the journey.

The poems in this book are an outcome of finding those patches around me that help to repair the wear and tear.

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Hues of Life

It takes a fragile glass or a drop of liquid water to break the sun’s rays. The harsh rays of the sun which sting the eyes and burn the skin are broken down into beautiful colours that are soothing and a feast for the eyes.

The human mind is like the glass prism or a liquid droplet and has the power to create a rainbow from the harshest of situation.  That is the beauty of a human mind. It can elicit the beauty in the struggle of the balloon seller to sell his wares on a busy street. It can decipher beauty in the blooming of the sole Gulmohur tree amidst the mass of concrete in the city. It can perceive the romanticism in the rain. It presents life as an array of colours for the human brain to imbibe and the heart to revel in.

Bask in the “HUES Of LIFE”.

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