Fresh drops of dew
Sunshine on a winter’s day
Fountains of colors
Butterflies upon blossoms
Selfless love
Surging waves of hope
Sleep trapped behind eyelids
And sweet dreams abound..
An orchard's fragrance, filling the air
Kaleidoscope of myriad hues
A fine spray of rain
Flowers reaching the sun
Moon dancing on a lake
Familiar shoulder in the midst of a crowd
Comfort of a loving touch
And an eternal joy..
These are indeed
Some DOSES OF HAPPINESS
Dispelling gloom!
I knew a man from Petushkee
As muddleheaded as could be.
He always got mixed up with clothes;
He wore his mittens on his toes,
Forgot his collar in his haste,
And tied his tie around his waist.
What a muddle head was he,
That man who lived in Petushkee!
They told him as he went about:
“You’ve got u’r coat on inside out!”
And when they saw his hat, they said:
“You’ve put a saucepan on your head!”
What a muddle head was he,
That man who lived in Petushkee!
At lunch he scratched a piece of bread,
And spread some butter on his head.
He put his walking stick to bed,
And he stood in the rack instead.
What a muddle head was he,
That man who lived in Petushkee!
He walked upto a tram one day
And climbed in very sprightly;
Conductor thought that he would pay,
Instead he said politely:
“Parding your beggon,
Kister Monductor,
I’m off for a week’s vacation;
I stop you to beg your cramway tar
As soon as we reach the station.”
Conductor got a fright
And didn’t sleep that nite.
What a muddle head was he,
That man who lived in Petushkee!
He rushed into the first café:
“A railway ticket please, One way.”
And at the ticket office said:
“A slice of tea and a cup of bread.”
What a muddle head was he,
That man who lived in Petushkee!
He passed the man collecting the fares,
And entered a carriage awaiting repairs,
That stood on a siding, all by itself.
Half of his luggage, he put on a shelf,
The rest on the floor, his coat on his lap
And settled himself for a bit of a nap.
All at once he raised his head,
“I must have been asleep”- he said.
“Hey, what stop is this?” he cried
“Petushkee,” a voice replied.
Once again he closed his eyes
And dreamt he was in Paradise.
When he woke, he looked about,
Raised the window and leaned out.
“I’ve seen this place before, I believe,
Is it Kharkov or is it Kiev?
Tell me where I am,” he cried.
“In Petushkee”, a voice replied.
And so again he settled down
And dreamt the world was upside down
When he woke, he looked about,
Raised the window and looked out.
“I seem to know this station too,
Is it Nalchik or Baku?
Tell me what its called,” he cried.
“Petushkee’ a voice replied.
Up he jumped: “It’s a crime!
I’ve been riding all this time,
And here I am where I began!
That’s no way to treat a man!’
What a muddle head was he,
That man who lived in Petushkee!
PS: i was made to learn this by heart in class 1 for the class-wise elocution and i still love it! :D
Sitting back with eyes closed
Mind deep in thought
Heart emanating emotions
And I’m bound to go back
Go back to the time
Of those sleepless nights
And those timed slumbers
The high aims
And the fervor to achieve them
The tight schedules
Never being a torture
The environment around
So easily acceptable
Undoubtedly, things were tough
But were still pleasant
Finally came the time
To take the final decision
Decision to choose
From among the two
The two can be called
A sweet and a sour fruit
Dint really know
Which one was sweet
So just picked up one
And began to eat
What I ate
Was sour indeed
And that I say
Was a trick
Played by DESTINY!
