HOORULINS: A CELE...

HOORULINS:

                                          A CELE...:                                           A CELEBRATION OF CHEERS AND COLORS Sometimes a day and the pretty pleasing moments c...

                                          A CELEBRATION OF CHEERS AND COLORS

Sometimes a day and the pretty pleasing moments captured with a shutter button make an expressive and meaningful memorial for some other days in the future. Fairly…these are one of the throwback snapshots I loved to be witnessed again and recall. That feeling of ecstasy and wanting to go back and relive in the relaxed days of past is an alhamdulilla . I remember when we were heading to my friend Shahna's home for a quick 2 days stay after college. And we were already given permission from home but the unsaid matter was the warden and teachers at the hostel. Knowing the fact exams are on the near zone and we were advised to study and no to partying . What else can a girl of my age could think of ? Mischievous to say , we planned and kept our plan quite mum and none to other outsiders. I wonder how we were permitted to shahana's house despite the mess we were in and the time took to clear off and bathe off the holi hues.Let me say her mom is a cool and coherent lady.

 It’s truly said that fun and masti comes all along in a big package and so did was that day where we celebrated holi altogether. Celebration of holi was a sort of new episode to our college sine it wasn’t celebrated the yester years.It was our boys who planned to celebrate it as beginners for the coming college buddies of tomorrow. Customarily,all but the principal and some strict teachers were against it for some reasonable reasons. Needless to say, we decided not to wind up our plan and were ready to face the real hungama that might come after our disobedience. Together we stand divided we fall. Come on…who else doesn’t want to try a festival of our bharath that hasn’t been toasted for a celebration before. All thanks to my brave boys.

A lot of us including myself didn't know the exact meaning of holi and why was it celebrated. It’s a spring source of fun and fiesta.We spent the day smearing colors on each others face. In fact holi did cemented the cracks of our senior junior war that had been on air for some time. In spite of every ego and  senior ship ,we hugged each other and there began our friendship. 

With a sweetness comes a bitterness. I guess it’s for the betterness. A thought of the past is a bliss every now and then.The cheering and coloration of the memory still makes a nerve to be young and yell like before. Feeling nostalgic and naughty aren’t the coincidence. Let me wish you  this for thus.

HAVE A HEALTHY HAPPY HOLI

Let the color of coincidence of holi brings lots of happy hues and rang’s to your life.Holi , a celebration of rang’s and hues. It’s a celebration of the triumph of good over bad. A refreshment of satisfaction and comfort was felt for everyone. An emotional energy and enthusiasm was sensed when we finally celebrated the holi. Its an element of eagerness. Holi is a celebration of chroma and and coloration .So the festival of colors claimed to be a day to be remembered in the dairy of college days.Felt a fame of festival. 

THE PULSES OF PAIN

I fantasized an eternal love
which a demon of hell impotent
which a mortal-demise unables
to detach, to unbind ,to depart.


Am hapless of this piss-ups
the weensy boozups ,that teams out mine eyeball.
I tore up mine shower  which could  
out wept  all the downpours 
 that shot to this earth.

I wonder the pip of mine eyeball
over bears a saline-sink
which when withers sprouts a flavour
of voiceless grave and a savour of heartbearing.

I repelled mightly to defy the pain
which florets the drops of tears .
Myself i ascertained the spirit sensing the pulses of pain.

TYNDAL EFFECT

Oh ! Tyndal effect
Where are you coming from ?
Are you the herald from the sun.
To the leafty of the tree.
Who whisper among them.
The whisper of silence.

And to the flower bed
who glowingly glows brightly
with a smile....
The symbolic of happiness.
After your arrival
a guest of day to day.

And even to the webs of spider.
A web of loaf,
softy and moisturey.
Who sways and glows
with seven colours.

Like a rainbow by your beam.
Spider awaits you
early in the forenoon.
To make their net bright particular star.

I can see a number of particles
moving and swaying randomely.
Is it the particles that are
a natural talent from the sun ?

When a blame arises,all are onto that
no matter how silly it it.........but
when a praise rises, all needs it to 
be a hidden truth.....
Someday ....somewhere.....sometime
somebody.....its all a belief to 
make some hope.....
when the "S" word turns out to nothing
serial emotions awakes....
Neither i need an elopness...
or an end to the cruel glee......
God must be crazy at the me side....
the golden glee turns to a
Shepherd shadow.
Some are destinied  to the glowest...
but the minor in me mours merely...
Why do that episode repeats
brutaly........
Where does the life flakes the 
season...the flesh fucks the failure..
Days are brick red..
Nights are black holed....
An escape at the triangled barmuda ..
Ooo , Alas.....gravity..hails you.......

Seasons pass by ,the time a witneser
the earth takes its chances.
The stage show unends ever after.
The morn blooms a root.The rain clears
 the meadows to a green sheid.
The departing leaves tears , the 
tree symbolises an odd figure.
The browny leaves running the deadsea.
Fragrances spring rainbow coloured
flowers.The spring season sprouts
strange smells to the organ living.
The water searches the hideouts.
They knew the struggling land on
summer, a vain,the sun a zero math.

THE DIVINE CLOUDS

The misty clouds of night
shivers the bitter, for it
knews the strange mysteries of midnight.
When the sunbeams strikes the sandland
they disappears to nothing.

It floats through the valleylands
spreading a river white 
at the midst of a green valley.
It makes a huge unending 
comet-like line and suddenly disappears.

The land clouds similiars the sky clouds.
At the 12 strucked night ,it 
the land ,spying the marooned land.
Reveals the green hide outs.
Promises them ,a downpour from sky.

For it ,the clouds nurtures them.
The divinity of land claimed
its scared symbol.
The divine clouds smokes the land
smells them divine earthhood.