As The King of good times plonked his bum into the couch After a hearty lunch, he sipped on Fresh N juicy Frooti He felt a rush of blood gushing through his veins That seemed to saying Where ever you go, our network follows As his son who was known for his Bajate Raho attitudes Had this time managed to create yet another ruckus The Unputdownable kid was Born Tough with ideas Had successfully placed a dart upright on the couch to aim it vertically. What could the poor king do, After all, he wondered in pain, Tedha hai par mera hai As the son kept mumbling Daddy, Jiyo sar utha ke! Kingfisher : The King of Good Times Frooti : Fresh N Juicy Hutch : Where ever you go , our network follows Red FM: Bajate raho Telegraph: The Unputdownable Ceat : Born Tough Kurkure-Tedha hai par mera hai? HDFC Std Life: Jiyo sar utha ke Copyright©2020-2ND June by Elvira Lobo (All rights reserved; unauthorized use prohibited) Disclaimer: The image(s) in the post are taken from Google. I don’t claim any of its rights.
Mona, dear Mona I know it has taken so long To capture you into my art that feels like a endless song Time will take note of every effort and pain That will withhold its own aura and you will reign Mona, dear Mona Sit still like this Just like other day felt like a bliss Your effortless poise attracts me so more The artist in me has found its destiny and core Mona, dear Mona How well you emote through your eyes I say I need to perfectly sketch it before I paint Leo, dear Leo Can I take a two minutes break I will get us some water For both's sake Mona, dear Mona Came you so early In this dim light, you look so eloquent like goddess fairy Wipe off that tinge of red on your lips Water did you have or a milkshake of strawberry dips? Mona, dear Mona I feel something special about you now With the addition of that flower on your crown The fall of your hair over your shoulders make me amaze Did I hear a tinkle on your feet or me feeling dazed? Mona, dear Mona How exquisite you look with that curve on your hip Next time sure I will capture it without a slip Ah, did I see your belly button or did I imagine it all I know, but remember the patience will see its glory tall Mona, dear Mona Look here at me Let me capture your eyes Though looks kohled more than twice Smile dear beauty, with all grace This is art is in tribute of your praise Leo, dear Leo Did you not clearly see I am here standing at this corner And you are so lost in this new found beauty Kantabai, dear Kantabai Who did you let in thee Here is a lady Who tried to impersonate me Monaji O Monaji Aho, mee aali, Oops, my bad Sorry please sorry Ah, dear Kantabai Don't you giggle like that, At once, I will sue you For jeopardising my life with hardly a combat Mona, dear Mona What have I done Apologies for this, my mind is on a run Paint will I not now for sure Patience is what I need to get cured My heart feels heavy, all emotions tanked This art is managed to hold its own in everything it is flanked. Aho, mee aali(Marathi language) - I am coming
~Written a Rap on #MonaLisa and Kantabai
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I told you how to butter her right Effortlessly like everything is alright She would melt quickly like a cheese on a toast Her anger would mild away from the coast But she came here fanning her anger at me Telling me you actually didn't butter but butted her outrightly And praising her for quality of turning a piece of ghost In that new overall of orange overcoat Ah, How do I mend it now, I think For both of you are drowned your face to the sink(brink) That errors may pose mirrors on a display Too large to ignored or stranded this way Sandwiched is me little podgy feet Listen you girl , he wasn't trying to offend you I volunteer on his behalf Look at him, He is so aimlessly sorry, What he meant that you look like heaps of sunshine A rare bumpkin in our midst He tells me you hold a special place in his heart Like a salmon floating in his liver (Ouch) Yes, dear, you are so sour and peeling that we are always shut up for words I blurted out while I saw two sets of gritted teeth staring at me
Prompt – “Humour is a serious thing . I like to think of it as our greatest earliest natural resources , which must be preserved at all cost. “- James Thurber
We have”Hasya Ras ” as one of the nine Ras .
Write a humorous poem dealing with any relevant/topical issue or on something that you feel like bashing your head against gnashing your teeth .
A MUST use of either
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Twitching his eyes
And clapping his hands
Looking at his little toddler
Who has learnt to stand
Totally euphoric though
He doesn’t record this moment
Hugging her tightly,he jumps ahead
to start his auto from the stand
On our daily thoughts and moments
Sketching few shades from the palette
highlighting the most cherished ones
Lets share some colours of life with others
Today let not ego, insecurities be a barrier
avoiding the skeptics and the bad
Lets carry a speck of rainbow with us.