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Scree – A Flash Fiction

The mountains track to the summit was beyond recognition. It was hard to believe the path, which was used by trackers ubiquitously, not too long ago had vanished like a whiff. The last monsoon was longer than expected, and the relentless downpour caused the massive landslide, shrouding the pathway with screes, of some reminiscent ugly past.

Ever since the terrain way caved to nature’s wrath, people had stopped climbing the mountain and the summit remained at peace shining to glory with no trespassing from the human brigade. The tall tale suggests that the Sierra was greener, the hue atop vibrant and the fauna fearlessly thrived, for the humans didn’t venture the peak anymore. Irony remained, while the human cursed that fateful monsoon, nature had its last laugh.

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Senescence

Dear Blogger friend. Today I tried a new form of poetry. I used the word Senescence in three different ways. Senescence means deteriorating with age. The First poem is about a woman who is aging gracefully, the second is about another woman who is struggling with her old age and the last one is how nature deal with old age. Hope you guys like it.

Senescence – Growing Old With Charm

The gray hair was
making an unceremonious appearance
and the occasional wrinkle
smeared on her face
whenever she smiled

The thoughts were brightened
anger was much in her control
life was deprived of drama
and quip was more sensible
for she was gradually stepping
toward her older being
sure she was growing wise
because of senescence

Senescence may cause Depression

The midlife crisis hit her like a bolt
the occasional gray hair
that appeared without much warning
was the cause of her
youth’s demise and her subtle remorse

The strife remained intense
quarrels on an uproar,
battered soul was starkly visible
as a desperate soul fought for existence,
for she was introduced to the old age
because of her senescence

Senescence – How it Thrives in Wild

The oak tree was tall and beautiful
the red leaves gave It countenance
a crimson bright tinge
the acorns appeared more fuller
and the aura had a splendor
beaming through its light

The squirrels dug their abode on its trunk
several birds took shelter
In its widespread branches
there was happiness,
a chirpiness of blithe
and unlike the ever complaining human tribe
with senescence, it spread more charm
and it was an eye-catching delight

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Senescence – How it Thrives in Wild

The oak tree was tall and beautiful
the red leaves gave It countenance
a crimson bright tinge
the acorns appeared more fuller
and the aura had a splendor
beaming through its light

The squirrels dug their abode on its trunk
several birds took shelter
In its widespread branches
there was happiness,
a chirpiness of blithe
and unlike the ever complaining human tribe
with senescence, it spread more charm
and it was an eye-catching delight

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Vastness

The maple leaves
dancing down gently
in the blithe morning
under the influence of the charming sun
and I stand there agape
forgetting everything
that I carry on my mind
‘cause in front of such nature’s caper
all my pain look ostensible
and all I call my own appear fictitious
for I am nothing but a fleck
ready to dissolve in the oblivion
in the embrace of the vast universe

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Vita Brevis Published my poem – Fall Foliage

Dear friends, very happy to announce that Vita Brevis has published my poem Fall Foliage in its esteemed modern literary magazine today.

You can read the poem here. I would appreciate your thoughts, views, and comments on the website. Thank you for your read and constant support

Fall Foliage

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Lost in the ​Atlantic Ocean

We all at some point in our life must have experienced the term “being lost”. Some on roads, few in life and others may be in their beloved eyes. But how many of you can claim to have lost in the ocean. If that sounds interesting let me borrow your undivided attention for the next 5 minutes.

I am always fascinated by yachts. The monohull, the deep single fin cutting like a keel, the shiny wood, the speed motor, the sail, everything about a yacht excites me. I always wanted to get a boat license. I actually passed the RTLM(Radio telephony inland maritime) exam, but couldn’t renew it. My next target is to buy a small boat. Let me save my fascination with the boat for a different post.

Coming back to my story, not too long ago one of my friends bought a boat. He was super excited about his boat and never missed any occasion not to talk about his boat experiences. Through him, I learned a lot about boats. Like how to dock a boat, the special boat fuel, the ropes, the beautiful stern, and the cozy cabin. He was ecstatic and proud of his possession and displayed his boat learnings in abundance.

One summer weekend he invited me to join him. The plan was to drive the boat in the bay, go to a waterside restaurant, enjoy good food and music, and sleep in the boat for the night. I was skeptical about his boat driving capabilities and he rested my anxiety when he mentioned his friend was joining us, who owned a boat for the over 20 years.

After hearing so much about his boat I was now looking forward to a great fun weekend. The day arrived. At first, we were three of us. My friend(the boat owner), his girlfriend (claimed to be riding boat since her childhood) and the least experience Me. 😊

Our veteran boat driver house was on the waters, close by from where the boat was docked. My friend has taken his boat enough to his house. The plan was for my friend to take the boat to our designated boat driver house and from there he would take control.

Everything happened as per the plan. We were soon joined by my friend’s boat driver friend and his wife. Crisscrossing the 2-5 mile wide bay we reached the restaurant within 30 minutes. The food was amazing and the music🎼 was awesome.  We had a really good time. At around 1:00 AM we decided to head back.

As we were walking to our boat, our designated driver phone📲 rang. Apparently, his 18-year-old son met with an episode and he left along with his wife in a whiff. We were stranded in the middle of nowhere with the boat and a few questions. I played safe and decided to rest in the boat cabin until the morning. My point was simple, let the morning arrive before we decide what to do with the boat. My friend’s girlfriend had a different plan. She claimed her entire life was spent on waters💦 and she knew enough about the place to navigate us safely back.  I was doubtful but my midnight thrill coupled with the renewed assurance given by the lady cultivated enough courage allowing me to take the plunge.

So around 1:30 AM in the night, the four of us,  my friend, the lady, me and the boat🚣‍♀️ started the adventure. It didn’t take us long to understand we were lost. It was pitch dark, not even a soul was visible. The lone boat light💡 was fighting hard to show us the way but was failing miserably. The confident lady looked lost the most. I learned two things that day

  • The boat GPS is not like the one we see on our smartphones. It is like a radar. No one amongst us knew how to read
  • The boat does not have breaks😱. We drove slowly to ensure we don’t hit anyone in the dark.

I wasn’t tensed but was sure worried😧, however, that thought diminished abruptly. For I saw a long strip of light, and when we looked with squinted eyes, we realized it was a ship!! Yes, you guessed it right, we had somehow left the bay and were approaching the ocean. For sometime none of us spoke and when reality hit us hard we panicked. I declared we were cast away. Then a thought came to my mind, what if I use my phone GPS. I opened the phone in haste. Fortunately, it was still catching signals. Sure, GPS didn’t show water paths but then we noticed about several miles away there were roads that the GPS could recognize. The lady finally was jubilant. Being a local she recognized the roads. Taking the phone GPS as a guiding light we reached our docking area by morning 5 AM.

Whenever we meet we laugh about this experience, scary for sure but we will treasure this for a lifetime.

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Nature’s Marvel

The hazy morning mist
spreading sheets of gelid air
on the unruly wilds
like a shroud embracing in its arms
the blithe of the creepers
and the innocence of some fluttering leaves
the dew rolled on the bracts

the sun glittered on the fronds
a mesmerizing consonance
an ensemble in divine
and I stood there
drenched in the heavenly spill
lost in the nature’s marvel
agape with disbelieve

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A Saturday To Remember

I had a packed day yesterday. A Saturday well spent. I woke at leisure and the first thing I did was switching the television on. I got glued to the box watching the England-Sweden quarterfinals. England dominated the game. They ruled the field, completely outplayed Sweden.

Right after the match, I hit the gym. I was done with my weight training and about to ride the treadmill when my son texted me about his plan to go to Duke’s farm for biking. I had been biking for a while and had taken many trails that the beautiful state of NJ offers, but never rode my bike in the Duke’s farm.

The farm is located in Hillsborough, NJ, about 6 miles away from my home. It is a beautiful estate with 2700 acres of wild reserve. The farm is a noted landmark in the area and one of the oldest parks opened for public. Though the place existed for a long time, it was open for public in the year 1912.

I was keen to ditch the bike ride for another time influenced by my desire to watch the much anticipated last quarterfinals between Russia and Croatia. But my love for exploring new place happily won the battle.

I drove directly to the farm(another time, I would have ridden my bike instead) and rented a bike at the park. The bike trail at Duke’s farm was one of the best trails I had ever seen. With lush green forest, dirt road, wild deer, wing expanding herons, flowing stream, picturesque sight, wildflowers and serenity, the trail was one serene ride. The trail stretches about 18 miles crisscrossing the park in no particular order.

My ride trail. The number indicates the miles

After the first 3 miles, the mother and son decided to rest at the barn restaurant, and I went on to explore the wild. I missed my bike as the rental bike had its limitations. I rode for an hour covering about 10.5 miles. Below are some of the capture.

With the promise to come back again, I retired for the day. When I reached home the match was still on(into the extra times) and I enjoyed a great game of soccer. Croatia won in a nail-biting penalty shootout. My day was not over yet, for I had an eventful evening to attend.

if you love Bollywood this might interest you. Salman Khan was in town with many of his co-stars to rock NJ. 💥🌟

I had never seen a live show before. I was skeptical about the whole thing, but man, what a show it was. It was 3 hours of nonstop fun in complete Bollywood style. My wife took the best seats. 😊 We were only 6 rows from the stage and what a spectacular show it was.

By the time I signed off, it was 3 in the morning. 💫✨A Saturday so well spent. How was yours?

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Promontory Rock

She stood strong
like the promontory rock
jutting out from the rough sea
standing for time immoral
battering the gale, the storm
and the high tides
during the full moon nights

And during the sun-kissed days
it battled with no respite
while the waves slapped its face
it stood tall exuding divine grace
and with defiant hope
it waited for the day
when a wandering seagull
would rest its wings
on its knoll
after a long haul flight
and when with perched eyes
it would gaze the horizon
mapping the pathway
to resume the flight
before the fall of the night

Until then the cape would provide
the seagull comfort and love
before it would soar away
consumed by its wanderlust
with the hope that it would
one day come back to the promontory rock

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Never Lose Hope

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