THIS DIWALI

This Diwali, prepare n tell yourself, a big "No" to any Chinese stuff

Let's be firm; let China crib, play games *****, or huff and puff

Please be firm, do not buy their lights, lamps or items decorative

Few Fireworks, means less pollution; please take this important initiative

Know this, Fengshui items are absolutely their commercial creation

Let's follow our very own Vastu Shastra, during n always, right away from this celebration.

WISHING YOU ALL MY READERS, A HAPPY DIWALI AND A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

I awoke one morning from a powerful dream
my brain all flustered as if powered by steam
The images so haunting they had to be saved in word
my imagination could not write it, how absurd
As my pen hovered over my empty note book
should my dream be told, could I be mistook  
Then my powerful dream emptied into the cold morning air
left me saddened and empty and full of despair
                                    BUT
I look at it as not a crash, but a very close miss
Because I wouldn't of been able to entertained you by writing this

O, what wonders my senses behold  
As down the garden path I amble,  
And a welcoming feast starts to unfold
As my footsteps approach the bramble  

A few startled birds dare to scold me
As I pluck the berries from their stems;  
(It would take determined arms to hold me
And restrain me from these tasty gems)  

But as a child I was taught to share,  
So my feathered friends have naught to fear.
But what is that scent invading the air?
As I turn the path, lilies appear

Casablanca lilies six feet high
Tower over me like fragrant clouds;
Small wonder mourners approvingly sigh
When white lilies adorn dead men's shrouds

Scintillating songs of mirthful birds
Gently float toward the welcoming ear
Of the listener, who, at a loss for words,
Stands in awe of this enchanted sphere

Nature's beauty begs to be caressed
By admiring eye or sensual hand;
And those who seek will find a treasure chest
Of Earth's priceless gems at their command

As the sun pompously greets the night,
Spreading flames of gold and crimson hues,
All the senses stir in utter delight,
And in such splendor poets find their muse!

If I could float up to the sky,
Be with the moon and stars up high,
And hide from common earthly sight,
Never seen by day or night,
I would surely find a way,
To take you up with me to stay,
To spend our days and nights above,
With joy, laughter, happiness and love.