My Dear Mumbai

She welcomes all
A warm embrace!
‘Gateway of India’
Her beauty ‘n grace!


Trusts her children
No matter the race
Balances unceasing greed
Never once doubts a deed!


Her heritage they destroy
Merciful heart is burnt
Their veil conceals, terror dictates
Sadly, no guts for a mutiny!


Wanders around her lone self;
Is love a contract or a bond?
If this be indeed gratitude,
Need it be paid thus?

This is my contribution to this week's 3WW (Three Word Wednesday). Help spread the fight against terror.

Jingle Bells..Jingle Bells!

dashing through the votes

’n a million tons of hope

O'er the hill he goes

fighting gravity all the way

bells of victory ring

making spirits bright

what fun it is to laugh and sing

a victory song tonight !

oh, jingle bells, jingle bells

jingle all the way

oh, what fun it is to be

in a new chapter in history

jingle bells, jingle bells

jingle all the way

oh, what fun it is to believe

nuances of change will be !

a day or two ago

i thought it impossible

’n soon Mr. Barack Obama

was seated at his throne

the foes were lean and lank

misfortune seemed their lot

they got into a drifted bank

’n then they got upsot

oh, jingle bells, jingle bells

jingle all the way

oh, what fun it is to be

the change you want to see

jingle bells, jingle bells

jingle all the way

oh, what fun it is to be

in a whole new democracy ! yeah

oh, jingle bells, jingle bells

jingle all the way

oh, what fun it is to be

the change you want to see

jingle bells, jingle bells

jingle all the way

oh, what fun it is to be

in a whole new democracy !

This is my response to 3WW, please check out more fun stuff , weaved out of only three words!

Real victims of war

Twilight sets in across the fields;

sweet are the smells of the daffodils

The skies, cast in a reddish hue,

beckon the little soul, albeit somewhat close

The little boy runs off to play;

steps on a mine, a device to kill and decay

His mother awaits with steaming rice

Her little angel would be home in a trice!

Little did she know, her angel would be no more

But as she sees the damage done

She screams out to the heavens above

Why do you spread the message of love?

O Why do you spread the message of love?

Clutching the corpse to her bosom,

And a knife deep inside her heart

In vain, she breathes unto him

this life, that she now longs to depart

She runs across the fields; she runs helter-skelter

What for is this war? Who will give me an answer?

But, no soul heeds to her cries, alas, no soul heeds to her cries..

Just then the heavens speak, "your child is safe in our arms,

protected from mankind, may you learn the lesson of love

pray, do not question the messages from above".

This is about the innocent victims of landmines, where most survivors are maimed for life. I couldn't bring myself to put up a picture as its too repulsive. This poem is in response to 3WW

An Ode to a Banyan tree

O Merciful ‘n’ kind banyan tree-

In thy shade thrive the Lord’s other beautiful beings

Thou welcomes the burning molten rays and,

Tranforms them into a mothers’ protective embrace!

Does it not ache thee, when thou arms are cut and bleeding?

When gratitude is forgotten, what difference does it make?

In our cunning and naivety, we often forget;

The more we cut, the more we burn and suffer.

This is my humble attempt at weaving a poem from 3 given words!! Please check out amazing write-ups at 3WW: Three Word Wednesday here.