Moonlit Midnight

As the witching hour unfolds

And crickets sing their melancholy song

Stillness of the lake reverberates

Through out the dark cloudy skies

An evil dark cloud outstretched its hands to

Choke the moon in a murky gag

The skies wait with bated breath

For their darling to be set free

As she struggles to escape her captor's clasp

Spirits of the night give their silent blessing

Whispering spells into the night

as leaves hush their lullabies

A swish & whirl , free from the grasp

The triumphant moon emerges

Unscathed and beautiful she smiles

Lighting up the night again

As the witching hour is past,

The crickets sing their mirthful song

The stillness of the lake reverberates

Through out the golden moonlit skies

Fiction and Non- Fiction - Musings on Mother's day!

My son and I were watching Phineas and Ferb (a cartoon on Netflix where two genius kids do highly improbable and complicated things ) together.Suddenly he looked at me and said, "You know none of this can be real , right Amma?".

They had been learning fiction and non -fiction in school and I tried to bring in those concepts as I replied. "Of course this is fiction, it is an imaginary story. I'm sure kids like them would not be able to build such complicated things so easily. So is the other TV show with bionic humans",  referring to a sci-fi comedy that we all watched called Lab Rats which had  three bionic children as its main protagonists. To which he indignantly replied , "Bionic humans are not fiction, I'm quite sure science is very close to humans having bionic chips and implants, may be they have already done it somewhere."  Before I could get another word in, he got back to the topic

"I mean , I can totally get that they are super smart and able to create roller coasters , what I can't understand is , how would they ever get the money to build those things", he mused. Personally I had not thought of that as an impediment and to foster debate , suggested that may be Phineas and Ferb's parents were very rich and they gave them a lot of pocket money. At this he started laughing loudly and said "Amma,you don't get it , no parents would give kids so much pocket money. It has to be fiction."

I chuckled to myself.We live in an age where super smart children and bionic super humans are close to reality. But thankfully parents are still parents and children receiving huge amounts in pocket money is still fiction.

Many times , we tend to forget that our children live in a world far more advanced than we can comprehend and seeing it through their curious eyes is a gift to cherish.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

P.S : It does look like bionic humans are coming for real.
http://www.cnbc.com/2017/02/13/elon-musk-humans-merge-machines-cyborg-artificial-intelligence-robots.html

Rainbow in the Sky

My first trial at Tanka (a Japanese style of poetry)

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The magnificent rainbow that I saw from my balcony today inspired me to get back to blogging after a long break. :)

Rainbow in the sky
Shining through the clouds so dark,
Took my breath away.
Thankful for nature's surprise,
I smiled, it had made my day.

The Glass Vase

My own glistening eyes I see
In a thousand reflections
On the remnant pieces 
Of my favorite glass vase
May be, the cracks
Were always a part of it.
Inherent , incomprehensibly subtle or invisible
From my rose tinted fools paradise.
Blood flows through my cracked fingers
As I try to pick up the fragments
One by one , each  hurting me anew
Leaving yet another scar ..
With a broad sweep ,
I want to shove them away
The many scattered glass daggers
That my once beautiful vase became.
Ringing fresh in my ears
The laughter of crackling glass 
Bringing thoughts of happy past.
Distracted , I hurt myself again.
Leaving 'time' to dry the glistening drops
Of blood and tears on glass,
I look into your loving eyes to find
That strength to walk away.

Beautiful Days - 2

 

[Photo courtsey (Vijay Madhavan)]

End of a long day

Sun paints an orange canvas

Hope for tomorrow.

Beautiful Days - 1

I have been trying to get back to blogging with little success. So when my husband started sending me pictures of beautiful views he'd seen , I decided to spend some time each day to write a Haiku in memory of the simple beautiful  things that catch our eyes every day. Here's the first.

Dazzling full moon face

Smiles out of her sky blue veil

Lake glows in response.

P.S :  Picture taken by my husband (Vijay Madhavan) and this was a view from our deck .

It's Elementary!

She was a thin happy - go lucky young girl and she loved Chemistry. Chemical elements fascinated her and she she spent hours poring over the periodic table. When it was time to create her first email , she  did not have to think .True to her personality , she chose it to have the domain @cheerful.com and the password? Something that started with the same letter as her name and had its atomic mass , the same as her. It was elemenetary! She thought in glee as she typed in her first ever password

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P.S : I'm back to blogging after a very very long break..

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.