Poem 179 - Energyless

Early in morning

No energy to press paste

Don't know how I'll brush

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/

Poem 178 - Blood without a murder?

I come out of the washroom, after cleaning my hand's mud and sand

I see the walls red, I get scared - is it blood? For a moment I just stand

I scream out loud, my mom comes in and looks at the red wall

For a moment she stares, and then comes a smile that is small,

I turn back to the wall and see my little sister sitting with a paintbrush in her hand

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://talesthursday.blogspot.com/

Image from - http://swineandroses.deviantart.com/art/Corner-25811760

Poem 177 - Diwali

Diwali is a festival celebrated in India. It is celebrated by bursting crackers, and it is supposed to be a very happy time during Diwali. A very happy Diwali to all

Diwali-the festival of lights and crackers

Houses are filled with sweet boxes and chocolate wrappers

Light a cracker or eat a sweet

And don't forget to keep you home neat

A festival of love and care

And nights are filled with fireworks in the air

Diwali is here so enjoy this festival

As it is something very special

Start a new life on this festival of light

Wish for a future, that is very bright

On this occasion let us start anew

And pray to god and tell thank you

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 176 - Out On The Roads

Out on the roads, vehicles have filled the street

Crowds in restaurants, no parking space free

I walk past a new restaurant, and warmed by the grill's heat

I look inside and I see a kitchen that is warm and happy

I cross the road, I see a family bursting with shopping bags

I look around and see a shopping complex around the road

As I walk near it, a shopping trolley-a man drags

I take a trolley myself, and the trolley I heavily load

I grab some food, put it in the trolley, to fill my hunger later

I take a can of oil, some pasta, and grab some juice

I grab a can of milk and curds, and I head to the counter

I am on the road again, trying to call a taxi, I am tired and so are my shoes

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/

and - http://www.theme-thursday.com/

and - http://magpietales.blogspot.com/