The Old Bungalow

There is some exciting word-usage, image-captivity here:

"octagonal verandah...

Polished red oxide floor...

With tiger claws at it’s feet

Clasping a globe"

but I don't understand why you let it go later, and the rhyme-scheme again, why do chowk-poets think that a poem needs to rhyme? It is really not a necessity...let the thought come, and frame its insides. forget decorum!!

I look forward to seeing your next one...'octagonal verandah' nice.

In the nearest language, it always works.

Re: # 6
Thanks, Ejaz! You made my day! (late in the evening though!:))

Re: # 5
Thank you so much, nature lover! I am so glad you liked it!

Re: # 4
Thanks, Shah! It was beautiful!

Re: # 2

Thanks, Ras :}

Thank you so much for the wonderful comment, BJ2.
Reality sucks! Doesn't it? :}

Very touching, thanks for sharing your memories

Nostalgic ..reverberations of bygone days

Soory embeded link dos not work on FP

This is Gulzar (indian Poets ) reminiscenes of His "bunglow"


http://youtube.com/watch?v=3POGRbSUPtY&feature=Rece ntlyWatched&page=1&t=t&f=b

Nice work here MVJ Simon.

Keep writing.

Ras

Beautiful reminiscences! Would have been even better without the reality intruding! :)