A great way to unfurl the art of writing poems
Because you want to master the art of expressing
Carry yourself into a dream world
Dreams turning into reality
Effective and thoughtful process of learning
Feeling's expressed through the heart
Giving words expressions and thoughts
Happily making positive experiences
Imagination soaring high
Justifying all the inner feelings
Keeping intact a safe and happy world of your own
Loving the same dearly
Musing yourself with innate pleasure
Nothing can come in the way of the imaginary world
Often landing yourself in the dreamworld of sorts
Pain or pleasure it's for you to decide here
Questions or answers  for you to write
Respect each emotion and draw your own conclusion
Stay tuned or step down
Take your call at all times
Understand the need of the hour
Value your own expressed
opinions
Welcome others suggestions
Xenagogue the world to your dreamland
Yielding happiness and joy
Zeal represented in a two fold aspect with due respect !

© Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar

ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE
PEOPLE ACTING AT EVERY PHASE .
REGARDLESS OF CASTE , CREED,COLOUR OR AGE !
ARTISTS CHOOSE THEIR SUBJECTS AND CHARACTERS
CREATING MASKED SLAPSTICK'S , OUTRAGEOUS , RIOTOUS ACTORS .
ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE !

AT THE ONSET PLOTS WERE SIMPLE , STRAIGHT AND PREDICTABLE , INTENSELY FOLLOWED BY
DISGRACEFUL INTRIGUES , CLEVER TRAPS , FIREWORKS AND SHIPWRECKS  ,
ANYTHING THAT PROVIDED PRETTY ACTRESSES TO GO HYSTERIC ON STAGE AND POWERFUL HEROS TO NEVER AGE .
ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE !

NOW THE WORLD IS SET ON FIRE ,
NOT WITHSTANDING NOSTALGIC DESIRE REPLACED WITH DIPLOMATIC DRAMA .
MOMENTOUS STUDY OF THEIR PARTS ,
MELODRAMATIC , GRADED PLAYERS REPLACE ARTISTS WITH NO HEARTS .
ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE !

PACK OF EDUCATED PERFORMERS TURNING INTO PROFESSIONAL TROUPES.
NO MORE  EMOTIONS , NO MORE COMEDY . OH ! IT IS SUCH A MALADY .
HATRED , COMPETITION AND TRAGIC ENDS ,
MARK  WORLD'S STAGES WITH THE LATEST TRENDS .
ALL THE WORLDS A STAGE  !

POLITICAL FURY , DIPLOMATIC JURY CEASED THE ARTIST WITHIN .
THE STAGE IS GRIM ,WITH TEARS ROLLING IN A STREAM.
MERE PUPPETS  DANCING TO THE TUNES ,
MAKING DRAMATIC SCENE AFTER SCENE .
FUTURE IS AT STAKE UNCLEAR AND UNCLEAN.
EACH PLAYING A MIGHTY ROLE ,
EACH PAYING A HEAFTY PRICE
LEFT TO THE MERCY OF THE WISE ,
CREATING  A VERSATILE ATMOSPHERE FOR ACCOLODES TO A DYING ARTIST , BLOGGED WITH FOG AND MIST
WITH PEOPLE ACTING AT EVERY PHASE ,
ALL THE WORLDS A STAGE !

© Mrunalini .D. Nimbalkar

From a large tree to a bench ,
In infinite memoirs I wrench.

Gustly winds and heavy rains,
Sunny days and warm smiles
all seen time and again .

The geniel exuberance echoes elegance,
Nothingness is never in vain ,
With typified modesty my poise I retain .

Sharing each happiness sorrow and grief ,
sometimes loneliness in brief,
Peace of mind and quietness then creeps .

Clouds edged with pink and gold ,
through sunrise and sunsets many a stories unfold ,
As many as I befriend , there is a brief encounter and then the end .

I stay my ground ,
Left with a vast emptiness but hope profound ,
I wait for the next company around .

© Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar

There Once was a Grand father ,
whose only Crony was his Grand daughter ,
He was Old and Swoony ,
She was Bold yet Funny ,
Together they made the World Brighter.

In the country side lived a cinder maid so beautiful , simple and kind .
But her step family
treated her ill and kept her in the cellars confined .

Rodents , lizards and geese   now her mates , in the basement a home she creates.
Takes care of all in need , a true friend indeed .
Close to cinders she finds her warmth , a wretched belle of sorts .

Lively , lovely in her domain ,
All smiles intact that they consistently remain ,
Pain and pleasure all taken in a platter , what so ever is the matter only peace she always wanted to scatter .
Benevolence is her jewel ,
Purity of heart is her daily fuel .

A simpleton she is at heart ,
Modesty plays a major part ,
Caring for all is only a simple art ,
True love is the magic she imparts .

Even as each day is passed in total mess ,
the harsh words of the step mother create alarming distress and the ugly step sister's are always
teaming and scheming ,
Off in the woods to be in peace , the damsel in distress meets her prince charming .
Love blooms at first sight , but it's the most difficult plight ,
For the true identities are never disclosed and the cinder girl has to keep her secrets enclosed .

The prince now called for a ball to meet and greet his dream princess in the palace hall .
In a glance the one who stole his heart away , he now wanted to be with her everyday .
A bride she will be in his life for he wanted to choose her as his wife .

News spread far and away , the moment of joy came by where lovely dames wanted to dance and sway .
All dressed in finery they came to impress the prince .
Cinderella dressed in her mother's gown but
was ordered to not come to the town  ,
in the dark cellar she  stayed crying and wishing to get a glimpse.

Fairy godmother heard her cry ,
she came to her aid as magical powers she wished to try .
With the twist of her wand and the magical behest , up popped a pumpkin into a carriage , the goose turned into a horseman , the lizards became the foot guards and the rats turned into horses fast .

Turning the girl into a princess all dressed in shimmery blue ,
beauty shining all through .
A pair of glass shoes she wore.
Godmother warned her to come back at midnight or just before .
For the magic would end at the stroke of twelve and the beautiful princess would turn to her usual self .

At last ! She rode to the ball , stunning the gaping bystanders in the hall .
she headed straight to the prince .
Without taking a chance the bedazzled prince asked her for a dance .
Surprising everyone in the hall , they danced until the princess heard the gong strike a call .
As now the words of the fairy godmother she had to recall .

She ran as fast as she could , in the moment lost one of her glass shoe on the palace stairs ,
She rushed and left with only one of the pairs !

Just at the nick of time she was back at the cellars to see her cruel sisters and  step mother talk about the ball and what a stunning , beautiful princess they saw in the palace hall .

The prince found the glass shoe and choose to find its owner .
He ordered the ministers to find the pretty princess in the kingdom's every corner.
The shoe that fit the dainty foot , would lead as clue to choose his wife the ministers now hoot .

Pretty damsels stood in queue ,
to try their fate and get in view .
None could get the foot in the shoe , with all pain they tried in vain .
The step sister's tried them too , Alas! their feet couldn't get in the shoe .

Each day as the same ordeal went on and on ,
the disguised prince heard a beautiful song and  followed the melody all along .
Lo behold ! to his surprise
He found the lady with the beautiful voice .

As the angered mother and cruel sister's came forth ,
The prince ordered them to stay away henceforth .

Amidst all the hue and cry
With a mellowed voice the prince ordered the surprised cinder girl to come forth and try  .
All present could now tell
The shoe slipped onto the cinder girls foot so
well .

The prince found his long lost love and the cinder girl behest in a stroke of luck .
With a heart of gold all she would forgive ,
From rags to riches she would now live  .
With no more tears hereafter they lived happily ever after .

©Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar

A illuminating sparkle in the air,
Oh ! the looks that show all the care.
the rhythmic beats of the Heart,Speaking the language of love, like a work of art.

The power of love, the touch so tender,
Oh ! Being in love is a emotional blender.
A moment's chuckle, a moment's sneer,
there is nothing to lose or fear.

Captivated with mystic beauty around, piercing the arrows through the heart
Cupid stuck me off the ground !

© Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar