Short
story!! With Poetic innenudos
Spring bringing bliss to my life!!
Spring was springing and lurking by, I planned to forsake a visit to my village for the catching the excitement I left out, of the country view and lively adorned sighting. I booked a ticket impromptu, I caught myself reddened and flushing excited as it was an opportunity to astray from monotony and write poems in a different setting hearing the nightingales in my area singing melodiously sweetened like honey drops to the ear in difference apart of honking and roaring traffic, and the clear pellucid water flow gurgling acoustic sound, and seated by in my favourite seat under banyan tree in the river bed rock and pellucid sedimentation deposited. I recollect sitting there all day during my childhood days.
Wonderful memories of the place, the reminiscence cascades up and down escalating and de-escalating good and bad memories, of the past, flashing the scene cues of joy and worse times. But the joy surpassed the negative emotions, and I always looked for my visit to the country side, my abode.
I am a poet now and city life had staled my work for sometime with same monotonous writings.
The kind of poems I used to write for an instantiation were-
Concrete Cushion
Living in a cushion compact
With buildings all around;
Cushioned in sophistication
Cushioned in comfort.
With hardly any forethought
Of the lively style
With the countryside
We are translucently apparent
Over the real value of Nature.
In the nature
Of calm surrounding
With streaming rivers
With the soil smell
Suffused in our nostrils
The wet dew drops
Placed in the air dispersion
Making a colloidal solution
To breathe with enjoyment
The catchy morning tender sunlight
Brings a happy smile in my eyes
The sunlight sensations with
A beautiful sensory effect
There lies no better heaven on earth
Than the rustic country side
I wanted to relive country side and planned to plug the gaps in my feelings of country side by innovating a new kindred of poem under my think tank in my favourite abode-The Countryside.
I reached the village at 1pm. Seeing the sight, I felt welcomed to be at home at last.
Basking in the sunlight by wading across the river crossing, I reached my small home wooden hut in opposite contour to the river bank.
My mother welcomed me. Parneeta, dear, you have become so lean, synonymous to the stick!! She quipped and gave me a squeezing tightened hug. My dad was collecting twigs for heating the fireplace for the cooking of rajma and my favourite- the ragi balls . How much I missed them in the city abode!!.
My memories were pleasant. But I had lost a dear friendship there by a misunderstanding complex feelings that mingled in her mind and in my mind. It was my mistake after all, but could’nt she forgive me? How I yearn to meet her past 2 years? How I longed to see her!!
My friend Padma, had called me to her abode, for getting some medicinal herbs for her amma( mother in tamil), 2 years ago and after the herb was applied to her feet, her leg swelled like Elephantiasis !! She accused me of getting the wrong herb after the ayurvedth declined the herb was the same after seeing the effect on her amma. She was furious with me. After all I had brought what I know. I was confused complex whether I had brought the wrong thing.
Recollecting the memories I felt, Obviously I was the one with wrong doing doubtlessly. How I hoped her amma was alright.
That afternoon, Padma, had come to meet me. She had re-shifted her parents back because they didn’t like sedentary city life and liked their lifestyle in their native land. So, she had come to settle them down. She had actually moved to Madras for career reasons.
Her eyes were moist when she said this and brimmed with tears as she said, “ I am really very sorry for my conduct, That auyurvedth was a cheat ,He had actually scripted the wrong medicine, I don’t know why I went to him for treatment. My mom is cured now, we treated her in city!! It was not at all your fault, So Sorry… Forgive me.”
I was so rejoiced!! I I was reunited with my dear friend whom I so longed and missed!! I was in stars, roaming in the clouds with joy!! Now the memories of my hometown is filled with blisses.
We spoke a long while, ate ragi balls with rajma, and departed and before that exchanged contact details and switched numbers along.
It was around 5 pm after the afternoon Siesta, I walked over to my favourite spot and happily enjoyed the natures contour and immersed into it, with inner happiness. Contemplating why not write a transformational poem from mechancoly city life to blissful state and return original self in city as in my life not be a theme poem?
I wrote….
Transforming to original selves by enlightening thy desires!!
Friendship diffused in prior;
Misunderstandings chained selves in prior;
Tight Bindings strong the chained;
Limited interaction and forsake;
City life chained and cushion concrete;
Real joy affinity from, pulled thy to rustic;
My real happiness differentiator;
Went thy there to differentiate from the becomed;
To the unbecomed self;
Met affectionate did thy;
Regained lost friendship thee;
Bindings of monotony, sorrow;
Converted like baptism to excitement;
With Nightingales quipping song addendum;
Cursory by happiness turned to colossal in hometown;
Within the joy of happiness;
Into sweeter memories conversion;
Convulsion of bad memories and hurling away;
Replacement fixing in place;
A variant change of bliss;
Forgetting the cold chain of solicitude;
Again back to city is unparalleled;
But with regained joy;
A must for everyone;
Intermittent joy, translates sorrow;
Into an happy equation;
Transmigrates thee to a newer self;
Renewing thee;
To life’s disposition as a new person in cushion compact
But with Bliss;
And recouping required by thee;
Go again to thy hearts desire ;
And return changed;
Changed to original self;
In a stranger land;
To relive the actual forever and ever!!
My poem was completed, and accomplished in my country abode native. I stayed there for a week enjoying the sweetened honey drops of nightingale singing and the sounds of gurgling water and my parents love, care and affection and returned as a city dweller, after passive rest period to recoup self again to original and bring fire of passion again to my life and career.
Spring bringing bliss to my life!!
Spring was springing and lurking by, I planned to forsake a visit to my village for the catching the excitement I left out, of the country view and lively adorned sighting. I booked a ticket impromptu, I caught myself reddened and flushing excited as it was an opportunity to astray from monotony and write poems in a different setting hearing the nightingales in my area singing melodiously sweetened like honey drops to the ear in difference apart of honking and roaring traffic, and the clear pellucid water flow gurgling acoustic sound, and seated by in my favourite seat under banyan tree in the river bed rock and pellucid sedimentation deposited. I recollect sitting there all day during my childhood days.
Wonderful memories of the place, the reminiscence cascades up and down escalating and de-escalating good and bad memories, of the past, flashing the scene cues of joy and worse times. But the joy surpassed the negative emotions, and I always looked for my visit to the country side, my abode.
I am a poet now and city life had staled my work for sometime with same monotonous writings.
The kind of poems I used to write for an instantiation were-
Concrete Cushion
Living in a cushion compact
With buildings all around;
Cushioned in sophistication
Cushioned in comfort.
With hardly any forethought
Of the lively style
With the countryside
We are translucently apparent
Over the real value of Nature.
In the nature
Of calm surrounding
With streaming rivers
With the soil smell
Suffused in our nostrils
The wet dew drops
Placed in the air dispersion
Making a colloidal solution
To breathe with enjoyment
The catchy morning tender sunlight
Brings a happy smile in my eyes
The sunlight sensations with
A beautiful sensory effect
There lies no better heaven on earth
Than the rustic country side
I wanted to relive country side and planned to plug the gaps in my feelings of country side by innovating a new kindred of poem under my think tank in my favourite abode-The Countryside.
I reached the village at 1pm. Seeing the sight, I felt welcomed to be at home at last.
Basking in the sunlight by wading across the river crossing, I reached my small home wooden hut in opposite contour to the river bank.
My mother welcomed me. Parneeta, dear, you have become so lean, synonymous to the stick!! She quipped and gave me a squeezing tightened hug. My dad was collecting twigs for heating the fireplace for the cooking of rajma and my favourite- the ragi balls . How much I missed them in the city abode!!.
My memories were pleasant. But I had lost a dear friendship there by a misunderstanding complex feelings that mingled in her mind and in my mind. It was my mistake after all, but could’nt she forgive me? How I yearn to meet her past 2 years? How I longed to see her!!
My friend Padma, had called me to her abode, for getting some medicinal herbs for her amma( mother in tamil), 2 years ago and after the herb was applied to her feet, her leg swelled like Elephantiasis !! She accused me of getting the wrong herb after the ayurvedth declined the herb was the same after seeing the effect on her amma. She was furious with me. After all I had brought what I know. I was confused complex whether I had brought the wrong thing.
Recollecting the memories I felt, Obviously I was the one with wrong doing doubtlessly. How I hoped her amma was alright.
That afternoon, Padma, had come to meet me. She had re-shifted her parents back because they didn’t like sedentary city life and liked their lifestyle in their native land. So, she had come to settle them down. She had actually moved to Madras for career reasons.
Her eyes were moist when she said this and brimmed with tears as she said, “ I am really very sorry for my conduct, That auyurvedth was a cheat ,He had actually scripted the wrong medicine, I don’t know why I went to him for treatment. My mom is cured now, we treated her in city!! It was not at all your fault, So Sorry… Forgive me.”
I was so rejoiced!! I I was reunited with my dear friend whom I so longed and missed!! I was in stars, roaming in the clouds with joy!! Now the memories of my hometown is filled with blisses.
We spoke a long while, ate ragi balls with rajma, and departed and before that exchanged contact details and switched numbers along.
It was around 5 pm after the afternoon Siesta, I walked over to my favourite spot and happily enjoyed the natures contour and immersed into it, with inner happiness. Contemplating why not write a transformational poem from mechancoly city life to blissful state and return original self in city as in my life not be a theme poem?
I wrote….
Transforming to original selves by enlightening thy desires!!
Friendship diffused in prior;
Misunderstandings chained selves in prior;
Tight Bindings strong the chained;
Limited interaction and forsake;
City life chained and cushion concrete;
Real joy affinity from, pulled thy to rustic;
My real happiness differentiator;
Went thy there to differentiate from the becomed;
To the unbecomed self;
Met affectionate did thy;
Regained lost friendship thee;
Bindings of monotony, sorrow;
Converted like baptism to excitement;
With Nightingales quipping song addendum;
Cursory by happiness turned to colossal in hometown;
Within the joy of happiness;
Into sweeter memories conversion;
Convulsion of bad memories and hurling away;
Replacement fixing in place;
A variant change of bliss;
Forgetting the cold chain of solicitude;
Again back to city is unparalleled;
But with regained joy;
A must for everyone;
Intermittent joy, translates sorrow;
Into an happy equation;
Transmigrates thee to a newer self;
Renewing thee;
To life’s disposition as a new person in cushion compact
But with Bliss;
And recouping required by thee;
Go again to thy hearts desire ;
And return changed;
Changed to original self;
In a stranger land;
To relive the actual forever and ever!!
My poem was completed, and accomplished in my country abode native. I stayed there for a week enjoying the sweetened honey drops of nightingale singing and the sounds of gurgling water and my parents love, care and affection and returned as a city dweller, after passive rest period to recoup self again to original and bring fire of passion again to my life and career.
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