Peacock

This is another style of writing poems.They are called the Haiku.It is a Japanese style of poems which is mostly base on syllables.First line has 5 syllabeles,the second line has 7,and the last line has 5 again.

The rain went pit pat

It shook its feathers gracefully

in the shiny night!

Flowers

A cinquain poem is a poem with only five lines. The first line has the title,the second line describes the look the the title, the third describes the smell, the fourth describes feeling and finally, the fifth line states the the title again.Also, each line has a specific number of syllables.

Flowers

Great, beautiful

Always smelling quiet nice

Gives a quiet natural feeling

Always

Continuation from                                                                                           From Sasha’s view     

22^nd of September                                                                                         

 A strong wind blew against the tiny cottage, shaking it. Both of us were silent. Neither spoke. The glass windows revealed a grotesque scene outside the house, speaking with a voice of its own. ’Stop it! Stop it! End my misery!’ “What do you want?” I asked, curiosity coming up to my throat, so much so that I had to give every ounce of effort within me to keep my voice straight. Again, no reply. It was getting annoying now.

The cottage abruptly turned cold, a shiver neither of us could repress shook through us, just like the petite hut.

“Child, I thank you so much. I cannot thank you enough for your kindness, and to make you feel better, this tea is excellent. Would you mind if I could have something to eat?” she asked, with a light breath, as soft as feathers. “Of course…would you like some cookies?” I exclaimed, rushing into the kitchen. The kitchen was small, but just enough for two people. I was one, so no problem.

The hut shook again, however, this was more violent than before, the house was stronger than people thought. It was not some lonely little structure made up of walls and a roof. It was a brave soldier, its goal to protect itself and the people who dwell within it. I came out with a tray of freshly made cookies. The old woman took a bite and closed her eyes. I could tell that she was very hungry. She reopened her sapphire eyes, glistening in the dim light.

“Sasha, did you know that there is still a royal family ruling the island of Tasmania?” she said, looking at me, straight in the eyes. My mouth dropped open like a cod fish. For starters, this is the 21^st century, for goodness sake!!! Plus, how on earth can there still be a royal family ruling Tasmania?

“Pardon me, but did you just say that Tasmania still has a royal family ruling…? “I said, thoughts seeding through my mind? “I mean, don’t you think that ruling was, like, centuries ago? And why exactly are you telling me this?”

“Yes there is a royal family ruling Tasmania, and I am telling you this because there is a secret I must tell you…”

           My eyes narrowed, wondering where this was going to. Thoughts raced against each other, very second thinking up something different.

“I am the queen of Tasmania! The correct ruler of this island!” said the woman. Again, I looked like a cod fish. The rain outside died down, to alight drizzle. I could hear the light pit pat on the roof. I thought that she was going to say ‘You are the rightful heir to the Tasmanian throne‘but I was wrong. She didn’t say anything like that. I was glad she didn’t. I most definitely did not want to be part of the noble family. I was fine right here. “Child…” she began, turning in my direction” I was wondering, would you mind if I could live here, with you? I promise, on the God, that I shall not as put a scratch on you. Please, may I stay with you?” Once more, I looked like a cod fish. My eyes widened, my feelings rose up to my throat. I felt gagged and ran in to drink some water. “Look…what’s your name, miss?”

“Sarah Renaldo”

“Alright, Miss Sarah, you want to live with me???”

“I don’t see why not, seeing that I’m old and feeble, and not even capable of hurting myself.”

“Ok, give me sometime to think about it, okay? Till then, why don’t you rest in the bedroom?” speaking in quick breaths. She went in, slowly strolling across the hall to the bedroom. Which gave me time to think. I was used to being alone, but could I make room for another person?

Save the tigers!!!

Tigers are

living signs of majesty

Day and night

they live in fear and anticipation

Never really knowing

when their lives shall end......

Their dens being their abode

the only place of real protection

now turns into a mysterious

again,never knowing when their lives

shall end....

Tigers are magnificent

even with their sharp claws

and spiky teeth

They roam these lands

with their heads held up high

but lately,these creatures

have come down with number

and with their heads down

Don't you think it is

our very own responsibility

to look after these regal beings?

Help now,or it will be too late...

Lake of tears...

          The path curved into a slight arc and she walked down it, her sleek brownish-black hair sweeping the warm ground. Even being a human, the earthen floor felt like velvet beneath her feet, and her eyes scanned the scene ahead her. Fairly calm, she thought, letting her feet drag against the soil.

 She turned back down the path, leading to a small cottage not bigger than a backyard garden. Even though it was little, she loved it more than her own life. How could she not? It had kept a roof over her head for more than two years now and created a shelter against rain, snow and cold.

She entered the house and put a pot of water to boil. As always, she was wet and it was raining heavily. A thick blanket kept her warm and she sipped her tea. The glass window faced the glorious woods and she stared at it, fixing her eyes on one particular tree….

Why does it look as if it is trying to say something? She waved that thought away, thinking about something else. She moved her attention to missing her parents. Both her parents had died in an accident two years while at school. She had an uncle who sent her money just enough for her to live alone. Being 14-years-old, who could blame her?

The tiny cottage shook slightly, as the fierce rain battled against the powerful wind, howling like a pack of wolves. Raindrops beat the outside of the hut with rage and she was quivering a lot, and she thanked God for keeping her a cover on her little head.

A quick rap came from the door and she wondered, who could be outside at this time of the night and storm? She opened the door quickly to give the person a shelter and it turned out to be an old woman! “Please come in! “She exclaimed, assuring her in. She went into the kitchen to get a pot of tea ready for the aged lady. “What are you doing, in this cold?” No response. She asked again. No response. After that she just kept quiet and let the woman drink her tea. During this silence, she noted how the woman looked. She was beautiful, no that seemed like an understatement. She was beyond beautiful, more like mesmerizing. Even with the wrinkles, her skin looked like satin and her elderly eyes dazzled in the light. They shone and her face was really attractive and she wore a kind of trousers with a shawl on.

“What is your name child?” the old said, her voice barely above a whisper. She said “Sasha….”with her head down, eyes staring at the floor. Who was this woman? And what does she want?

 Rest will be posted

on the 30-09-2010

                                                                

Attack!and no home......

I skipped to the glass window, staring outside at the numerous amount of planes-stationary or otherwise-and gave a huge grin. I was fascinated with anything aerodynamic and my passion for it grew with every passing year.

            My family-my father, Mark, my mother, Emily, my younger sister, Alex, and I-were headed to Brazil for a fun-filled family holiday so we had to stop at the Caribbean. The airport over looked the Nagahama forest with sheer grandeur. The sky was crystal blue and the day sunny. I, being 13 years of age, took the responsibility of my two year old sibling. I lifted my sister, saying “Look Alex, these are really big birds, aren’t they?” Alex squealed in delight, excited about the idea of being on a bird.

            “That’s weird…” I thought “What was that whirring sound?” My thoughts were interrupted by my sister’s demanding shrieks to view the birds again. As quickly as it had come, the sound left without another disturbance. Half an hour passed by, and Alex and I were eating a yummilicious, margarita pizza! Our teeth bit into the bread like lions and were thinking of all the activities and games we would do.

Then, out of nowhere, a siren blared deafeningly from behind the sapphire wall. A dull green plane burst through the thick wall, splattering chunks of concrete when finally breaking through the viewing glass. Silence. The plane was out of earshot and sight. Suddenly, men with brown and green uniforms started shooting everywhere. BANG! BANG! BANG! went the rifles and one bullet literally raced through my baggy trousers. Grabbing my sister on to my back, I sped through the lounge, trying to escape each passing bullet. I was terrified that my sister might get hit, and my heart suddenly beat even faster, at the same time my legs pushed me quicker, as if wanting to protect my sister.

Beads of sweat poured down my forehead, and my hands became wet. “Okay, Alice, what do you know at this moment?” I asked myself, breathing deeply for each word in my head. I knew my parents were dead, I knew their bodies lay lifeless on the ground, but I also knew this was no time to mourn and grieve for mine and Alex’s losses. The violent scene drifted behind me as I crossed the forest’s boundary line and only slowed down when I was absolutely sure that we were far enough. Unexpectedly, my eyes saw black and I saw nothing else………

The lush grass sparkled in the moonlight, the glistening moon perched in the beautiful night sky. Nocturnal birds chirped to glory while I lay on earth, looking at the magnificent work of Mother Nature………

Reality tugged on me like a vice, pulling strongly. I didn’t see the aggressive airport lounge full of departed bodies. The souls could never fulfil their dreams, they would never see their children or grand-children, and they would never be able to be successful in their careers. My sister lay beside me, sleeping peacefully. I lifted her gently, so as not to wake up. The poor thing, this was too much to bear with at such a young age.

The only three things I was sure of were these: 1) I’m, stuck with a two-year-old girl in an unknown forest, full of deadly animals and insects. 2) We were safe (from the men anyway). 3) This was the very forest where the famous professor, Professor Collin, got lost. Some say he disappeared; others say never made it back to civilization alive.

All types of trees surrounded me like a huge army. I had to defend myself, come what may. The damp floor was camouflaged by red, brown and yellow leaves. The path took a twisting route through the woods, something which no one could make out. Alex finally   came round and we were sitting beneath a huge banyan tree.

She was perched on my lap and I sang her asleep. The Banyan tree was huge and the leaves could have been dancing in the splattering rain for all I knew. I thanked God for giving Alex this shelter and moved a bit back. For some reason my back never touched the bark of the banyan tree. My eyes just zoomed past the wet forest and all I saw now was air. My legs hit something bouncy but wasn’t I supposed to be screaming at the top of my lungs??? Wasn’t Alex supposed to be crying?

I got answers for my questions when I felt a soft hand on me. I look down and saw an earthen looking trampoline. I hesitantly looked behind me and to my surprise my eyes met a brown pair “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!” His smile was warm. My body refuelled a bit at the idea that I was not alone. “Here…” offering a hand” come on in.” He led us to a small underground cottage. Opening the door, he said “The name’s Jasper. You must be wondering why I live here, in this deserted forest, where no one can live alone? I’m about 15 now, I think… ”thinking off into space “Boy, am I!”

“I got lost in this forest in 2005. No one noticed I was missing, since my parents dies when I was 10. He strolled into the kitchen for five minutes and came out with two steaming hot cups of tea and a glass of milk, along with a plate of home-made biscuits. “I lived with my uncle for 5 years. He died 4 years ago and I had no friends.” He said.

“Some terrorists attacked the airport. Both my parents are dead. I have a two-year-old sibling and have no home” I whispered, glaring at the boiling tea. “Maybe you can stay with me! It gets lonely around here sometimes, so……”

Alice thought about it. Should she trust Jasper with her and Alex’s’ life? Or maybe she should say no, they barely knew each other?!?! Maybe they both should go together, on a quest to find their own homes? Question was: Where is home?

           

Ganapathi Bappa , MOREYA!!!

The bells ring

like loud chimes

in the mandir

Everyone is praying

to Lord Ganesha...

Beautiful flowers

are sprayed everywhere

Everyone is praying

to Lord Ganesha...

The pooja is over

everybody are making

they're way out

Everyone has prayed

to Lord Ganesha...

The processions begin

everyone is dancing and singing

This is the festivals's highlight

when everybody are together

immersing the statue

in the blue waters

of thriving Mumbai...