Musing Mermaid

No no...i havent spelled it wrong..It's not that im going to try my hands on the traditional Hukka....This one though sounds familiar with 'HUKKA' but is poles apart in real sense. A glance ********** Haiku is a poetic form and a type of poetry from the Japanese culture. Haiku combines form, content, and language in a meaningful, yet compact form. The themes include nature, feelings, or experiences. Usually they use simple words and grammar. The most common form for Haiku is three short lines. The first line usually contains five (5) syllables, the second line seven (7) syllables, and the third line contains five (5) syllables. Haiku doesn't rhyme. A Haiku must "paint" a mental image in the reader's mind. This is the challenge of Haiku - to put the poem's meaning and imagery in the reader's mind in ONLY 17 syllables over just three (3) lines of poetry! Some sample Haiku poetry ************************* No one travels Along this way but I, This autu...

A few days back on Mahashivratri, i had a strong desire to go to the temple, shielding my guilt of not stopping by to any for almost a month now and missing my daily prayers since the time i entered my new abode. Blaming it to getting accustomed to the routine sked and skipping my negligence to bow in front of my God, at times which is reduced barely to lighting an evening aggarbatti. So this big day of Lord Shiva, i wanted to make to one of the temples in town. Me and Kunal headed for one, somewhere in outskirts of gurgaon. (Phew! Every other place appears as if you are in outskirts, Courtesy- The always under construction sites and dug up roads in the city!) We started and spotted one, not too far off from our place there stood a secluded one. At the front gate - a long queue of the people. Awww...i was staggered as such rush had been manifested only outside those big, esteemed and eminent temples where people come from far off places to pay their greetings. So averting the idea of ‘...

The one who’s cherished to make me complete Has he stepped in with low feet? The personage of my life who’s revered His sneak peek in my terrain, left me at trance Piercing my serenity with his eminence. The one to whom i craved to unfold The mute tales of heart, though manifold Hear me out, what lies beneath this lub-dub of beats As I encounter this sporadic metamorphosis The one to whom the vision inside the cages imagined The rimy figure in their illusion, yet magnificent Wiped away in form of him to be coherent Am I engulfed in chimera or is it true, A reason to placate my eyes n my soul all through The one whose presence took long to reveal For magic of whose subtle touch, I’m reckless to feel Who grips me in the fetters of his spell, Ruffled strings of heart, now yearn for peace. The one in whose thoughts I am tamed, The most treasured among all things mundane. As i step at the threshold of this genesis, Every nook of my soul entreats Wishing for your essence to permeate.

From the days when notice period sword hung on our heads, That’s when we started knitting this LS thread. Our daily hurdles for LS courses update, Where stringent deadlines to deliver was mandate. Our loopholes on "Backdating and Daw Codes", Made the entire team to run on its toes. New work welcomed, followed by estimation exercise... That commissioned the client with a hefty price. Much discussion, Deepak announced deliverable dates, with enuff buffers, And there we worked, crushing estimation and we all suffered. And then started Salome’s scripting which was innovative, Leaving all the practice teams to be inquisitive. Hanish’s creativity stood worth for the course’s graphics, With LD and CT pleading him to give one time fix. And there Nimisha pitched in for "Prepare to Sell" Loads of good hours after office she had to shell. Kishore dived deep with "Pharmacy Technician in the Workplace" Poor guy skipped his ciggies, and to blogging he waved bye Pradeep ...

Shimmering studs, glittering stones, glinting rings….they all looked amusingly beautiful, but only at chiseled noses… that was she belief, so nose rings..nopes….they are just not meant for her outspread nose….but with all her exhilaration she planned for the big day!! The thought of puncturing the sensitive nosy chilled down her spine. And her quivering mind followed every lass with pierced nose. Had it been among the office colleagues, or amidst a crowded market complex. Not even she let the studded noses off her mind while brisk walking for temple every morning. She was living with it in every thought of hers. Realized it when the other day pandit ji shook her vehemently while distributing Prasad n she found herself lost in chasing the beauty of a glimmered nose of a lady next to her. Oh she had enough! needed to get in action now, so after much research, one fine evening; she walked up to the guy. The minute she landed there, was all welcomed. The guy claimed to be proficient in hi...

Left drowned in the eyes a never fulfilled dream to be, A flaming moment of desire tells, Dry should not be in eyes, the flown tear to be. Times when I poured the heart to my loved ones, Learnt the art of calculating, the never succeeded relations to be. Would be the traces, a few walks down my lane, Fade should not be in heart, the never dying memories to be. Left buried deep in the pages of my book, Smash should not be the petals of the flower, which never dried to be.