Outcomes of Research Seminar :p

So we have full day research seminar. When got bored, i became Ally Mcbeal and all words in my mind came out on paper 😀

Saving you dear wildlife we try
Even-though when finance cry
Output is what? ask they as first step
How to achieve it, when base is where we are stuck
We come up with number
They want more
Cooking up data
Will satisfy them for sure
Wildlife has more from tiger to butterfly
Talking about them all people feel shy
Its a profession for some, passion for other
Hope animals do not suffer in this tug-of-war, I fear.

—–Ridima Solanki

Exit is where? we sigh
When will the clock chime?
Tea is a breather for me
You would be mad not to agree
Yawning away to glory on presentation lullaby
Is it me only? No, lot many I sight
You want listener, because orator is good
Keep the time limit, else sleeping is best what we do!!!!!!!

—–Ridima Solanki

Full knowledge is good, half is lethal
Maxim we heard since we were little
It works with carnivore well
When difference amongst them no-one can tell
They say, saw cheetah when I say its extinct
Where was it? surprised I blinked
The spots and rosette are not hard to distinguish
These confusions about animal add to my anguish
The spotted one is lost forever from our country
Leopard preference is on the other hand wide and vary
Lost,it will be too; though smart it seems
Hence safe is wild whichever in oblivion has been.

———Ridima Solanki

Gender blunder

Had linguistic rendezvous with gender discrimination

Was baffled to see how male chauvinism haunted the Queen’s communication.

“All men are equal” said the priest

What about woman? No one preached…

“Hero” was the protagonist;

“Heroine” never seemed to fit the part

“Master” was the lord;

Why did “Mistress” never receive any applaud?

“Mister” enjoyed his freedom post wedlock;

Why “Miss” had to go on rollercoaster with altar friendly “Miss’es”? left her in shock

 

Man ventured  in creation first, so they say

Woman came from rib of this prototype for a role to play

Our very own English follow the myths

And allow male noun to  baptize the female by “ess”

Be it prince, Heir or Waiter

Princess, Heiress and waitress comes later.

Getting a noun for us, yes we have achieved so far

But how to raise the feminist bar?

Pacify Panic

As the mist in front does not allow you to see ahead……

The grey shade block this mortal world the sense where you are & where you are heading

you are surrounded by people whom you can see, touch but cannot feel the true ones

But time is powerful….as it passes; the mist clears or else your eyes adjust to the nasty shades

same way as ripples take time to settle down completely…it takes time.

You eventually start understanding others but more importantly yourself….weird how time makes everything fall in place.

Do not strive too hard to understand.

Try working things out, try loving, try everything except trying to be happy.

Coz it never reaches you if you strive….

Do what truly your heart feels like doing…..deep down what your soul tells you.

Life is wasted for dime if fear strikes judging the right and wrong…….if it is at all about “living”

Staring at ripples wont settle it down, but when they eventually do you won’t even realize the moment.

Its ages gone when things are not going right,

But its star twinkle when everything fall in place & you seem to set it right.

My Perpetual Swayer

Silence reigned indecisiveness & doubts

Her supposedly golden era became mine protracted palaver

The time acted her messenger

Making me realize her extent of reign

She ruled

The conquer………..

The reconciliation………

The peace…………..

The smile…………..

& eventually the desire to be enveloped in those wings of tranquility

slowly receded in her kingdom.

But one feeling persists like that unattended wound

& it remains unfettered of her healing grasp.

The feeling of not being true to the mirage,

Which simply lets itself in like an unannounced guest;

Every time I attach myself to reality

& for those eras of moments I realize the deception of aura of ruler

Coz all world’s anger, pain ,hatred, despair & disbelief rushes in,

In those quenching moments.

The unheard scream killing queen’s subjects.

Realizing that I have to live those lives of helplessness all over again………….

& the queen again stayed in disguise.

An Ode to my dearest treasure………..

The years you had been witness of, mark your appearance…….

The pale yellow skin, the tainted weary look…

The appearance never bothered you and your maturity made you dearer to me

With every wrinkle on your face; an emotion to unfold,

And so many untold stories to be told.

You never complain, never bring me to that dreaded “choose between the two” decision.

That unconditional love my selfish soul takes for granted

Yet the emotion and anticipation similar to a newly wedded bride mark each rendezvous.

The unfathomable love and emotions; which are never enough for my greed,

Is a catalyst for my resilient soul………

You are a lovely part of my life, a company I treasure.

At times you are distanced from me; stolen or borrowed

But I beg to have you back with me; safe and sound

People look at you as tattered old rag,

But for me; oh pretty old books of mine

You are not just second hand but essential breath to my life……..