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New Year Issue 2006
 

Poem

A Cradle in My Heart

 
Delicate heart, still cradle those days;
The stream of perennial love, prevailed once
Deep in my heart, prevail those jingles;
The stream of never ending love, perennial
Deep in my heart prevail, those smiles;
Once echoed in my heart, waking up love
Still hope prevails as refulgent full moon, ever;
Forgotten days are the fallen flowers
Flying up in my heart, as scattered clouds
The starlit sky still winking at me;
As if they teasing, my unending quest
 
V Bright Saigal, 31st Jan 2006
 
 
 
 
 
 
A Delayed Spring (Story)
 
I met this woman on a railway platform. Elegant, beautiful, blessed with melodious voice, I can enumerate, many of her qualities.
 
Hi, I greeted her.
Hi, how do you do? Lifted her goggles, she kept above her plaited hair. That brown shade lipstick, I felt matching her complexion.
 
‘Where are you from’? I implored.
 
‘Quite far off’, she said, as if she doesn’t have any specific destination.
 
‘I am from Nerula’, I said
 
‘Oh! I heard of it, one of the most populous cities, you must be a businessman’, she wondered.
‘No, I am a surgeon’
Oh! You don’t look like, dressing like a businessman.
 I accepted the complements with a bit of conceit.
‘What do you do’?  I,
‘ Business, I took a room in the nearest hotel, since five days I have been here, drop in sometime. She said. My room is 5 O 5.Hotel Nero’
 
Nero is a famous hotel.
 
‘Sure’, with a conceit, I got into my compartment, so did she. Sitting opposite to me, only we both, I was quite puzzled.
 ‘How many children do you have?’ I asked
‘None’, she said.
‘What about your husband?’ Again I
 
‘Left me, quite long ago, I am a loner’, looking at the horizon, she said
 
‘Why don’t you marry again?’ Again I
 
‘Sure, there is, there is a possibility, a marriage of conveniences’, hiding her wetty eyes with goggles, she whispered.
I kept silence for some time, while she was looking at the meadows through the window.
 
“Life takes us through different gullies, sometimes we may get injuries, deeper one will be in the heart” she added
 
‘ How is your wife and children?’ She asked me
 
‘I am a bachelor, where are you going now?’
 
I was curious
 
‘Nowhere, I travel now and then’
 
“Traveling is a good hobby and fascinating,” I said
 
“ There is nothing fascinating in my case, instead, I am running away from my life” she added
 
“Be patient, I said, who knows you won’t find someone good on your way!”
 
I encouraged
 
“It is fine like this”. She swept her nose.
 
“See, the Sun rise, every Sun rise is a promise of a new day” I said
 
She smiled
 
Then I offered her a flower, she accepted, the lips widened with a smile again, as if a new sunrise in her heart.
After three months we met again, not on the platform, but to share a wedding ring.
Then I heard a warble in her heart, as if a new spring arrived in her life.
V Bright Saigal
31st Jan.2006
 
 
 
 
Today’s Joke:
 
One fine morning, I had dialed up my girl friend; unfortunately her mother picked the receiver. In order to save myself, I said,
‘There is fire in my home’.
‘This is not the fire station’, her mother, then she angrily threw the receiver onto the receiver.
Happily I returned to my work.
After fifteen minutes, there was a siren in front of my gate. The fire engine already arrived and the firemen jumping out and searching for my home.
It took half an hour to pacify them and send back.
Again my phone rang, my girl friend’s mother
‘ How do you feel now? Don’t try to seduce my daughter again.
 ‘Her grueling voice from the other side’.
I lost my words.
V Bright Saigal. 3rd Feb.2006
 
  
 
 

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November issue-2005
 
Editorial
 
This issue I tried to add more contents but precise to entertain all of you.  Most of the pieces are written in melancholy tone, never mind. Happiness, Sorrow, Hope and Disappointments, visit every one’s life as four seasons. Try to find a ray of light in the darkness. Sorrow and disappointments make one prepared, to face the pit falls in life and make one to be wise to honor the ultimate success.
 

V BRIGHT SAIGAL

 

Happy News

 
Two poems of previous issues “Those old Days” and “Ripples of Love” going to be recorded as a music album in Florida (US) .For All readers it will be available for $3 +$1(US) postal charges and the respective currency of every one’s nation. This CD won’t be sold in any outlets for the time being. This exclusive offer is only for the readers and their relatives and friends.
For booking your copies contact: sasiabranding@yahoo.com
Subject: Music album
A ten song exclusive CD will also be launched soon.
(Enquiry for international right solicited)
 
 

Poem

 

The Spring Of Love

 
Refulgent moon ascending behind the hill,
 
Once again lit the valley of hope
 
Echoing the ripples of rhythm in my heart,
 
With hoisting hopes and glistening vision
 
Hearing the jingles of your feet again,
 
Fettered hope in darkness shone in smile
 
Flying up in the sky as a swan again,
 
Will you smile again, as the wave of their wings?
 
Those days of cries never again, never again
 
Smile again, as the rising sun, behind the hills and beyond
 
                                                              V BRIGHT SAIGAL/21st Nov.2005

Poem

 

Evening Breeze

 
Coming from the west thee, how fascinating,
 
Jingles of ripples echoed at the helm
 
Silence of horizon broken thee again,
 
Aura of the sun still hesitant to vanish
 
Every wink of thy fills love and kindness,
 
Still the world beg for once and again
 
River and lakes stood silent 
Once again the sun sinking in the ocean,
 
Rising moon thy companion now smiling
 
Brightening east, still stood vibrant,
 
Your loving cares filling fragrance again
 
Come again, come again once, before I vanish
 
Before, my bright eyes sink into darkness
 
               V BRIGHT SAIGAL/21st Nov.2005
 

Short Story

 

Miracle

 
It is cloudy today, since morning there has no face of the sun, cold wind blowing from the east felling creepers and trees alike. Birds sat idle and wet without getting a piece of food as the rain continued for day and night alike. They stood grabbing the tiny branches of the trees, parrot, crow and even eagles lost hope of this day too.
I was coming from my home after a hot breakfast prepared by my wife. These days peeping into the pit of the minefield, keep my colleagues and me away from the cold rain. Inside the mine was always been warm, chatting and laughing we worked form dawn to dusk.
 
But, something happened today morning. My close friend Mr. White has been away in his county side for three days reported for the job, I was rejoiced. In the deep mine, he just bent to pick a heavy piece of coal, to load into the trolley. Suddenly a crack above our head breaking the head light, some thing fallen on our head burying all of us. For a moment, I could not recollect what went wrong. Then there was a struggle to escape.
 
When I came out removing the soil from my head, I could not find anyone else, except darkness. Slowly I came out. Then found a crowd of family members, waiting anxiously, for some news, about all we trapped in the mine.
 
 
My wife and children hugged me, cried.
They felt my escape was a miracle. After half an hour, rest of my colleagues too came out, along with the rescue workers. But they were silent for good. When I looked at their face I found an evanesced smile, which never vanished, from Mr. White. Still hesitating to vanish. The rain still is drizzling, wetting the soil. I stood motionless.
 
V BRIGHT SAIGAL/21st Nov2005
 

My Husband

 
I honored him ever. If I am a bit more clear, ever since I had met him at the bus stop on that bright sunny day, I was waiting for the city bus, half an hour late, still it has not arrived. From the harbor, it took me half an hour to the bus stop. Generally, I hire a single horse cab, but today, I could catch none.
 
Straight away I reached the bus stop. Opposite to me, a man carrying some books, was coming, before I couldn’t notice him, both of us collapsed, after a hit. The books were strewn all over; I tried to help him out.
 
Before departure, I said, ’sorry’, a smile from that rosy face rose. He said, “Never mind”.
 
Again we met, until I walk to the isle and beyond, giving birth to his two children.
 
 Now, the beloved man of mine, I heard going to marry a dancer.
 
 Being my husband, he was very gentle and I never noticed him have another affair, which eroding the trust upon my family life.
 
One fine morning I received a divorce notice.
 
Now, both of us are standing, in front of the divorce court, counting the pillars, waiting for our turn.
Then I felt, these pillars are saying” Divorce court is the cemetery of marriage, where love and dreams are buried alive”
 
V BRIGHT SAIGAL/21st Nov2005  
 
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September Issue2005

Those Old Days (Poem)

 

Those old days, have gone

Leaving, rays of memory behind

Never ending hope, still in my horizon

Living in me, spreading the rays of hope

Will you come one day?  Showering

Happiness and smile, giving me a hand

Every little moment, sparks in my heart

Igniting, the past and you

I am still in love, with those days

You showered in my heart and on me

Rise again, from the silence

Giving me a hope, still, I await

The never-ending thirst of love

Still, roaring in my heart

Breaking four walls, of this world and mine

Will you come one day?

 

V BRIGHT SAIGAL 31st Aug.2005

 

My friend’s Dilemma (Short Story)

 

My friend is a retired bank employee. He boasts a lot about his past service, though; he was never been in the good book of his superiors. We people visit him every evening, to listen the saga of his life and career.

One day there was an earthquake in our city. Suddenly he started packing up his valuables, including his new computer, to send to his hometown, which is more than three thousand miles away from our city.

 

In the following day, the TV news showed a clipping of another earthquake, in his hometown. With a fore warning that, it may repeat in the next forty-eight hours. Perplexed my friend, sat disappointedly. I was coming from the office, after the daylong chores since morning, as a refreshing destination, I visited him in the evening as usual. His untimely sorrow moved me a little, and I was wondering how I could help him in any way. I asked him the reason for his untimely sorrow, and, I myself am disappointed without his stories, and saga of that evening.

He said, “Now where will I send all these, especially my computer?  Earth quake arrived in my home town too”.

I told him “There is a place where there is no earth quake”

Anxiously he asked me “Where it is?”

I shot back “Send to the Moon”

 

V BRIGHT SAIGAL 31st Aug.2005

 

Thoughts of today

 

Critics Are the Artisans, Who Chisel Out a Good Writer

 

V BRIGHT SAIGAL 31st   Aug. 2005

 

Quotes of Today

 

Every enemy of mine, waited like a Falcon

While I was running for a shelter,

Like, a featherless chick.

 

V BRIGHT SAIGAL 31st.Aug.2005