Posted in Poems

REBORN: From illiterate to e-literate

A harmonious hard-hitting conspiracy of binary digits
giving us an era of executive Gates’s WINDOWS.
Tech clans; for our future to bequeath build bridges
by criss-cross tangled tentacles of wires like an gizmos.
Why to pirate when you can create
Create a change, RESTART & REBOOT.

Empty Spaces within us, fills up by Song of Silence
Mobiles made us immobile, real replies absent-mindedly given
Technology weren’t built to hide & bring a menace
Alluring lure steals privacy; allowing cyber criminals forgiven
Why poke when you can invoke
Create a change, RESTART & REBOOT

Unacceptable truth; more we are connected the more we disconnect
Becoming dumb Jack, sitting and scrolling with the Right thumb
Stepping beyond Alpha’s and Omega’s is a pleasant green, to select.                                           Logging in to the essence of present, makes us numb. Why Tweet when the birds do it neat
Create a change, RESTART & REBOOT

As the techno advances what are our chances
user friendly gadgets does tasks faster than AMBIDEXTROUS hit
robbing our ability to dream; almost enhances
Thinking in a minute I shall quit but one more hour; here I sit
Why to migrate when u can integrate
Create a change, RESTART & REBOOT.

Split the atom & we get fission mass becomes energy powerful.
But can we split a second; time an illusion, is just lawful.
We are rooted in narrow awareness, now a need to be mindful.
Nature is the master saviour, try to make this world beautiful.
Why haste and waste when u can save the wave
Create a change, RESTART & REBOOT.

Let’s iterate from e-friendly to eco friendly
And be REBORN from illiterate to e-literate.

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Posted in Life!, Poems

Frozen in Time

Disappeared cloud, rustling leaves, hot breeze whizzed;

Dry cracked soil, burned ruthless grass, unasked quizzed:

Beautiful things in this exceptional world; constant surprise

Frogs croaking, changing life in blink of an eye

An elegant innocent peace!

The power of nature unfurled bringing movements in thundering flash

Outside my frenzy dancing window is thick rain drop piercing down, making splash

No crystal clear view, only the solitary confinment where I’m in, blunders

Being on couch curled and shielding myself from unknowly known wonders

Bringing a life anew!

Eyes blinded shut by pitch black darkness, ears catching every drop bath

Loud roar of wind, crashing the door, peeping in seeking for path

Waiting for darkness to fade into the shining kindness

Hopes that don’t fade with the darkness

Dawn awaits in horizon!

Under the pour; I, twirling around, raising hands in the air carefree

Fab fragrance of melodious floret, droplets feel upon; letting my hair free.

Barefoot I dance in velvety green; graceful movements

Eyes to the sky, forgetting sorrow and blissed amusement

Nostalgia contained thoughts in silence!

Brave torrent dashing; a unstoppable downpour; m curled in fragile state

Endless flow weeping sprinkle placid droplets to atmosphere emerged from slithering vague

Ignorant thunder crash; vivid quest that it ask

Bizarre purple death of dusk

Sunday Blues !

You sashay your last move, as usual again

Sunshine after that foggy rain

Fading melodious ornamental tune

Magnificently multicolored rainbow seen in the noon

Washes the world with dazzling light!

Posted in Life!, Poems

Magnificently mythical

In times,

we bloom in life’s greatest strength.

Shining down in just a glance

it’s radiance upon creations

forever illuminating grandest intentions.

In times,

we find the truth of manifesting prowess –

accepting unprep for such graciousness

the path of lives allow

us to exactly where we are now.

In times,

we bathe in purity of luminescence,
a true saintly soul – quintessence

cleansing emotional spirit graciously

us to release all the muddle flawlessly

In times,

we realize our true worth.

And finally breathe in mirth

in will of greatness polite,

infusing world with creative light.

By Ushma Patel

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Posted in Poems

Sparkling Sunrise

Is our independence autarky?

And it’s stepping stones muscular

Pen as sword; peace as weapon

Oh! My motherland, prophet with pusher.

Is liberty a privilege?

And a crowning glory to a provoker

Ichor as harmony; sadism as defen

Oh! My kingdom bore peaceful chaos.

Is this democracy an ideal form?

And manifest system’s customer

Fight or obey; imp or zephon

Oh! My federation partly truth with fiction

Dream to fly, added potential

Triumph assured though unrushed.

Posted in Book Review

The Women In The Window #BookReview

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A crème da la crème debut of A J Finn “The Women In The Window”

Elaborative (Blurb):

A psychologically ill women Dr.Anna who was a psychiatrist whose life line to real world is her window. She observes all people moving up and down through the street, her various neighbors which are visible in all directions through her Nikon camera zooming.

Its been almost a year that she has been plunged into her lavish 4- storeyed haunted house in NY after a tragic car accident when she lost her husband Ed & daughter Olivia/Livvy with her feline. She rented her basement to a tenant Mr. David who does her errands. She is suffering from Agoraphobia and goes unconscious everytime when she leaves the house for atmost ten steps.

One day she visualizes a murder of Mrs. Jane Russells in a house at opposite street, Anna listens to her shrill. Now, she is not sure if it is real or her imagination. She many a times is used to visualize Ed & Livvy talking to her. And Ed calling out “Guess Who Anna?”

She has many e-friends on Agora website. One is Dr. Fieldings who is her therapist and helps her to come out of her trauma. There is GrannyLizzie on website who soothes Anna with her honey-dipped words of endearment. Vis-à-vis psychopath Lizzie’s e-conversation made Anna pour her heart out which makes her nostalgic into sad happiness about uninvited moments. There is Bina who is her physiotherapist and visits her home weekly. There is a family of Russells who has recently shifted here. One day Ethan Russell, 16, visits her house to deliver a gift offered from his mother. Very often Ethan starts visiting her and she feels closeness and guise with him as a sweet child. Jane once or twice comes to her house spends long many enjoyable hours with her , play chess, drink wine, listens to old songs… They share a common birthdate Eleven-Eleven. This is for the first time she has a real person to be with for so many hours after the catastrophe. Thus builds Anna sweet companionship with Jane & hence forth watches her die. Now Anna is upto uncover the mystery by all means as demon within her heart always pines.
Wesley Brill was her business partner, psychiatrist, her graduate school mentor, a single, the one who recruited Anna into private practice. Anna had an affair with Brill which was revealed to her husband while she was driving the car and the mishap took place and she bore within guilt of killing her loved ones doubting her decisions.

Detective Mr. Little and his assistant Norelli who are willing to help her in solving the case. A neighbour’s kid , Takeda boy once helps her reach home from café when she somehow manages to going out for spying. Mr.Alistair Russell , Ethan’s father who was hard on Jane . He proves his wife is alive and not dead. Mrs. Jane is a different person than she had met. Then the question is Who She Was.


Review :

  • How aghast would u feel when u come to know that a stranger is staring you, roaming in your room every night when you enjoy sleeping?
  • How would you feel when an old aged person, an imposter, ditches you & hacks out all of your passcodes for cellphone, computer, social media accounts, websites… ?
  • How would you feel when your privacy is trespassed ?
  • How would u feel when your home keys are stolen and duplicated without your knowledge ?

The words “Guess Who Anna” shall haunt u for some days after reading this extravaganza.

It’s a millipede-centipede story in the beginning, goin on building characters and their habits as well as their psychology. And at a point the story escalates you in a roller coaster ride with increased momentum which shall trap u immersing yourself in them. Book which is enigmatic, notoriety, love, worries, giggles, turmoil, idiomatic, unique, weird – all at once.

Anthology of old movies played in background on Anna’s TV set as a sub-theme under its belly, precisely depicts her real life feelings on that spur which shall trigger your beats. It’s a book full of surprises in store as u unlock and unveil the pages the momentum goes on increasing abruptly keeping you occupied. It hold creditability of being “upto the mark” written debut. Readers shall awfully await for a new one. A chess-mate book. Book is intrinsic reflection of a person’s mind. It’s an integration of kaleidoscopic palpable thoughts.


Spoiler:

Austere Villan himself chuckles beneath night and nightmare is carved and tangled his devious lies. Book emphasis flaws-cracks and repercussions of Anna who trusted a wicked e-person later on became protagonist and acolyte of truth. Also mistrusting nice person like tenant David was her ‘faux pas’. I too always thought it was her handsome and flamboyant tenant. Such a saturated crime! It shows people are reluctant towards parents and have a special soft corner towards children. They feel kids are always innocent, there lies the innocence within. Ethan a.k.a Lizzie! But there is nothing like a perfect crime. You always have to rethink when you think.

Copyright © USHMA PATEL

Posted in Art, Life!, Poems

Rose’ed up Life

Poem inspired by an old painting

A wilted rose

is but dead beauty.

A life not chose

yet sworn to duty…

Through lows and highs

somehow she still grows;

So too is life

like that of rose!

Like a clock and mirror

each has two hands and a face.

But take away the hands they wear;

and only time is erased…

Love can be the cure,

when laugh becomes a tear.

But can the rose endure,

when anger breaks the mirror…

And the broken glass

cuts like the rose’s thorn.

But take away the future and past;

And the rose is never born!

Copyright © USHMA PATEL

Posted in Poems

Merry time with ‘Maritime’

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The sludgy oozy nemo, surpassed my leisurely toes;

The velvety glossy sand, struggles beneath, I Froze!

The hissing swishing wind, fluttered my wavy hairs;

The crashing ebbing waves, swirrled me around, I Share!

It’s MERRY TIME WITH MARITIME!

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The loving satin touch of endless blue, crystallized the soul within me;

The astonishing divine sacrament of Baptism applaud to mystery maker, I Glee!

The infinite designing energy, glided in inspire;

The homely homesick feel drowned in the lap of seabed, I Admire!

It’s MERRY TIME WITH MARITIME!

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The conspiring radiant sun, shadowed me on the ocean;

The inspiring mystic palm, like ship on breezeless calm, I Float!

It’s . . . . .

The wildcard was the moon,

had an definite power soon.

The majestic creamy milky way cheer,

arcading meteors crash, I Fear!

Is it  MERRY TIME WITH MARITIME??

~ By Ushma Patel

 

Posted in Life!, Poems

Song of me!!

Craziness is what I wear

Honest is what I am

Jealousy is what I deficit

Cute is what I love

Evil is what I never ever tasted.

Its song of me to me!!

Superiority is my way

Passion is my ride

Life is my friend,

n so no one is my foe.

God is my trust

Friends are my purlieu.

Its song of me to me!!

Travel is source to learn

Home is where I lay

Success is my desire;

which I turned to want,

n so did I reap.

Gesture is what made me who I am

Pun is just what I demand.

Its song of me to me!!

Dignity is my woww

Simplicity is my now

Psychology is my recreation

N conscience is my dearest

Happiness is my maxim

That is who me is!

Its our song to us!!

Its our song

In my way.

Its song of me

Which all bore in deep.

Its song of me to me!!

Copyright © Ushma Patel

Posted in Culture

COLOURS OF LIFE:HOLI

RED, YELLOW, GREEN,BLUE

THERE IS NO CLUE

OF WHO AM I OR

WHOSE MY FRIEND NOR

BE IDENTIFIED EASILY

ALL CHILDREN & ELDERLY

WERE FULL OF COLOURS

AND PLAYING WITH WATER LIKE NON

THE POOJA NEAR THE FIRE

ON NIGHT OF HOLI THAT’S NICE

AND NEXT DAY A FUN LOVING ONE

DHULETI WITH LOTS OF FUN

WHERE WE HAD A PUN

GOSSIPS WITH OUR AMAZING ONE’S

WE FEEL LIKE WE ARE SO COOL

ENJOYING OUR LIVES

THIS WOULD BE ONE OF ALLURING DAY

OF ONES’S LIFE… WHICH IS PRECIOUS ONE

PEOPLE SCREECHING, SCREAMING LIKE NON

LIKE MAD’S IN AGRA THAT HAVE NONE

WE PLAY UNDER GRATEFUL WEALTH

BY OUR INCREDIBLE COSMOS

THATS’S REASON TO REAL MOCKERY

ORANGE, VIOLET, PINK… ME

ITS TRUE WE ARE ALL LIKE BUSY BEE

SO, BEFORE ITS TOO LATE

JUST TRUST ON YOUR FATE

AND PLAY HOLI

ON DAY OF DHULETI…

RED, YELLOW, GREEN, BLUE

THERE IS NO CLUE….

Copyright © USHMA PATEL

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Posted in Poems

EXAMS: The unthoughtful moments

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In ecstatic moods am I

Holding the hopes high in the deep blue

Leading forward each stride towards glory

Increasing momentum; loss of sleep

Velocity’s raised far beyond ceiling

Magnificence behold within by me

Edgy, slothful, mind tiring days

Those last winning moments CRAZE

Flamboyant I seem but iffy I am

Victory seems to be sitting adjacent to me

Between thousands of buds opening aloud in anxiety

I espied myself to be one

Few more seconds to go

COUNT DOWN’s ONN!!!

Copyright © Ushma Patel