Poem 247 - Confusion - Confusion

Many new beautiful vases in a birthday store

Buying gifts according to Mr. Smith was a bore 

Wondering what to buy for his wife's anniversary

He bought a red rose and went home, gave it to Mrs. Smith in a hurry

 "It's your son's birthday not our anniversary!", she threw the vase on the floor

The fragile vase now broken into bits

Mr. Smith was shocked out of his wits

Slowly the pieces he did lift

His son entered the scene asking for his birthday gift

In confusion of what to say, on a vase piece he sits

~Gaurang Rao

Written for  - http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.in/

Poem 246 - Battle Against Poverty

Thunder claps, but she keeps on walking

Her basket of mangoes empty now, for hay she starts hunting

Rain drops fall, she quickly covers the hay

A rumble now and then, from the clouds that are grey 

Until she empties her basket of mangoes, she won't go home she swore

About herself she cares less, about her family more

She had taken the hay, to feed her cattle

With poverty, she was having a battle

Little money she got, she spent on her grandson

Whose parents had died, when he was just one

And so she trudges on, not caring a bit about the rain

But little did people know, her story filed with pain

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://magpietales.blogspot.in/

Poem 245 - Our Own Sleeping Beauty

My dear sister sleeps so much, reminds me of sleeping beauty

She sleeps so much, I wonder if it's her duty

And while she's sleeping, I have to do her chores

I wonder whether she does it on purpose, as she snores

Not Prince Philip, nor a bomb, can wake her from dreamland

She won't wake up if you sprinkle water, or pull her by the hand

Oh my sleeping beauty, why so much sleep?

Can't you wake up to the alarm's beep?

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://dversepoets.com/

Poem 244 - Autumn Is Near

Orange coloured leaves

Brush past my face with the wind

Oh! Autumn is near

Like hair-loss for us

Now it is leaf-loss for trees

Nature grows them back

Roads covered by leaves

I say to myself again

Oh! Autumn is near

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.in/

Poem 243 - My Imaginary Island

Wouldn't it be fun, to have an island of my own

Where I'm as free as a bird and where happy memories are grown

A place I would like to call, my very own nation

A beautiful place where people would want to spend a vacation

A fun place, where my wild ideas are put in action, not just kept in words

A calm place, where you can here the melodious songs of birds

A wonderful place, from which you would not want to retreat

A place, where all good things you will meet

A peaceful place, where there are no worries, no crime

A joyful place where you would like to spend all of your time

A happy place, where you would enjoy the sunset

A free place, where you could keep a lizard or even a bear as a pet

A place where you know there are no ghosts crawling

A tension free place, where there's no fear of  bridges falling

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/

Sunday whirl words used - Island, birds, retreat, wild, bridges, bear, falling (changed the tense of fallen)

Poem 242 - The Fireflies

Jumping and glowing,

Something seems to catch my eye,

Oh! It cannot be!

Fireflies are dancing,

To a beat that I can't hear,

Unbelievable!

They put some colour

To this dark, lifeless night,

It seems surreal!

Oh! How I would like,

To dance like them for one night,

Jumping and glowing

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://haiku-heights.blogspot.in/

and - http://corazon.typepad.com/

Poem 241 - Smooth Boating Memories

Ah! Summer, a beautiful time to go boating

From here I can see so many boats floating

Evening, a good time to be in the boat

It's getting cold, put on your coat

The breeze, the sunset a beautiful sight

And the lights turn on, significance of night

A relaxing time, a time to enjoy with family and friends

As through the smooth and clear water, the boat curves and bends

I look at the small waves, then the lights in houses

Between people on the boat some happy chatter arouses

What a wonderful time, no tension, no worry

Where you can relax and know their is no hurry

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://www.theme-thursday.com/

and -http://bifocalunivision.blogspot.in/

Poem 240 - The Train Station

To reach Goa, I was waiting for my train

The tracks actually looked insane

It looked like a dump yard filled with garbage and what not

Bottles, papers, cans and even banana peels, left to rot

And what does the station master do with his imperative power

Nothing! His laziness shown in yawns that he doesn't cover

A distant rumble, makes me sure my train has come
The dogs on the tracks, get up slowly and quite glum

Traction of the wheels of the train on the railway track
From a bench, I pickup my suitcase and bagpack
Oh! Trains, for the tracks that you run on, I feel sad

The fact that at-least the trains are fairly clean, makes me glad

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://www.threewordwednesday.com/

Poem 239 - Crescendo

A monk meditates

Below an old banyan tree

Inhaling nature

Crescendo of noise

Disturbs his meditation 

Group of mourners pass

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://haiku-heights.blogspot.in/

Poem 238 - Switched Lunch

My dog's lunch - a bone

He stares at me, not tasty?

He jumps on my lunch

He eats hungrily, 

And there's no food left for me

 I stare at his brown eyes

Ah! No lunch for me

And, was I supposed to eat

His slimy, licked bone?

That's when I wonder

If my dog thinks, that the bone

Is old fashioned food

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://haiku-heights.blogspot.in/

Poem 237 - Enigma

Squirrel stares at me

Big black eyes enchanting me

I try to stare back

What is it thinking? 

Behind those eerie black eyes

Not a single blink

I take a step, but

It runs away suddenly

Ooh! Its haunting eyes

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://haiku-heights.blogspot.in/

Poem 236 - Glittering Looks

Frogs jump - in the pond,

Oh! What is that glittering,

It can't be water,

Take a closer look,

And now I can see between,

The stones and pebbles,

Quite a lot of glass,

Broken into sharp pieces,

Be careful dear frogs.

Frogs, water, pebbles,

Beauty of that pond, is now

Destroyed like the glass.

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://bifocalunivision.blogspot.in/

Poem 235 - Father's Day

If I was a kite, then my dad my thread, always giving me support,

If I wanted to become King, I know that he will make me a fort,

If I was the sun, then he would definitely be my guiding light,

Giving me words of wisdom, that I shall treasure all day and night.

If I was a plant, then my dad the soil, which supports me as I grow,

If I was a river, then dad my river bed, on which I would flow,

If I was planet Earth, then dad my blanket of atmosphere,

Always protecting me, without even a bit of fear.

If I was a pen, then dad my ink, without which I won't write,

If I was a bird, then dad my wings, without which I couldn't take flight,

And if I am a good being today, it's all thanks to my awesome, loving dad

Oh! It's such a pleasure to think of the fun times we had.

~Gaurang Rao

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY DADDY!!

Poem 234 - The Bench

Just looking around, out in the sun, when someone sits on me

Not the regular people, he's from out of town I do see

A board and brush in his hands, an artist I presume

And on me, to keep his paints, now he makes some room

He opens red, and paints something, I can't see as it's on his lap

He opens blue paint, and seems to forget to cover the red paint with its cap

 I try to imagine what he's painting as there are soft strokes on his board,

I don't know? Is it a building that he is painting? Or maybe it's a Ford?

 I didn't get much time to think, for the red paint spilled as his brush hit it accidentally

It was a surprise, but not much paint fell on me, fortunately

The artist took his paints and coolly he walked away 

But I was called 'The Red Spot Bench', from that day

~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://bifocalunivision.blogspot.in/