Missing Beauty

Like thrill

from thunder

and streaks of lightening 

beauty of dried roses

and twisted thorny twigs

splendour of  

fire lit mountains 

against the cold night sky 

wish beauty visited 

me 

Not like in 

the pleasing

coo of a baby

colourful splatter

on an artist’s canvas 

exquisiteness

of a fine lady’s china 

or a well painted face 

but in decayed trees 

covered with mosses

small white flowers 

growing on a tomb

and candle melting into 

perfect beauty 

unconsciously 

where it stood

spring again ...

Roses are red

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Roses are red 

red hearts that bleed 

lie limp in lights that fade

faded eyes speak 

of heartaches, hurt and hate

hate blinding lights, dead ends, 

narrow lanes suggestive of cruel intentions

intentions and intuitions played dead

and let blind hearts hit thorns

thorns red roses grow 

are aimless lovers' bed 

where they shed torment and pain

pain which every heart knows

pain which swallows mirth 

pain which roses permit 

pain red as roses 

pain are thorns 

thorns and roses 

bled the hearts 

Civic sense? What sense? No(n)sense?

I have nothing against smokers except when they light up and puff away near a kid or an infant and when they fling the stubs away, anywhere they please.

This is a photograph of a drain outside my office. I loved how the raindrops were creating ripples but look at the number of cigarette butts in there. Spoils everything. The funny thing is that a waste bin is placed very close to the drain, but smoker's would rather drop it in the drain.

Just the other day I was coming out and I got a whiff of an unpleasant smell. Thought it was a wet dog but found out it was the drain.

Once someone stubbed cigarette butts in my mug. I was infuriated. Nobody owned up, but that was the first and last.  The most ironic part is that the drain is outside the newsroom and my mug inside the newsroom. So where do we start lessons in civic sense? 

PS: Neither am I not pointing fingers nor claiming to be someone who abhors smokers or the smoke. Just wondering why some can't look beyond their own selfish means.

Beautiful Gloomy Day

Every one is cooped up inside in the comfort of heated rooms and cubicles. It's cold but I can't simply let this moment go. Such a beautiful day. Have to capture it. The damp, cold, fresh day that is today.

One Fine Morning

Since it asked politely, "PLEASE WAIT" I had to hit the brakes and walk. But I feel it should have gone the other way, around the sewer cover,  the way I usually drive my car through. Like all the people who live there do. 


It's come to a situation where instead of collectively removing the water, or  mending the damaged water pipes people would rather go around the sewer cover. The truck driver, no doubt, was new in the area or thought the wheels were too big enough to drown in the mud. 


The contractors don't bother. Once I had the back wheel of my car in a manhole. It was uncovered and unmarked. No signs of warning were put up. 


Today morning I read in the newspaper that such unprotected ditch helped police catch a burglar. But my granny loves to visit my uncle close by and I am worried for her.  She is in her 80s and no burglar. What if something happens to her?


The contractor's employees, who are in the office and out on duty, were confronted numerous times, but it's like walking into a brick wall.  


They'll let their huge trucks carrying huge iron rods and other materials roll in and create craters but they'll never cover up the holes they've created.  


They'll dig up and pour water and create mud slush right in front of your door but won't be kind enough to put a plank over it so people can walk home.  


Workers will throw CGI sheets from top of buildings which are in the process of being constructed,  and you've to shout not to do so because you're down there, maybe looking like ants. 


During lunch while making way through the dusty, muddy road, you'll reach a dead end. No signs again. 


They'll block a road and say they are building something there and for the next couple of days, sometimes even weeks, no construction work will be done. No workers will be seen. 


... and on and on and on.