Catch a little rhyme. 

Once upon a time
I caught a little rhyme

I set it on the floor
but it ran right out the door

I chased it on my bicycle
but it melted to an icicle

I scooped it up in my hat
but it turned into a cat

I caught it by the tail
but it stretched into a whale

I followed it in a boat
but it changed into a goat

When I fed it tin and paper
it became a tall skyscraper

Then it grew into a kite
and flew far out of sight..- Eve Merriam

**While reviving memories Suddenly I came across this old poem which I learnt as a child.Sharing it as my second submission since it coincides with today’s Prompt Rhyme 

This old bench.

​This old bench remains still on its place under this tree passing many Moons and Suns in its lifetime.Being the love seat for some and a comforter for others still maintains its good looks of black ebony,the same as when my husband and I first saw it.Witnessing emotions of joy and sorrow and kisses and tears of many as well as ours. It was the place for us one-time where we would spend hours sitting and chatting or arguing and sobbing.
Here we’ve come once again to sit and chat after twenty five years.Not only to chat this time but to ruminate the bygone years of our life together.


My submission to the Daily prompt ~Ruminate

Couldn’t think of anything more for this prompt.

Much love ~ Shahz. 

Menacing Skeeters.

​With the climatic change the temparature rise.

Along with it the blood suckers rise.

In a swarm they come and settle down in homes

Where the grounds are safe and friendly to breed

Come one by one racing in greed

Disturbing us from our goodnights sleep

Repellents and fumes no use to keep

Coz they’ve evolved so much I weep.

My kid fell prey from then I did pray

That I will fight them back 

With this racket I will smack.



In response to the Daily prompt ~ Swarm

Note: My Son fell prey to its deadly greed and was diagnosed with Dengue few years back.I Thank God for his recovery.From then on I try my level best to keep my home mosquito free.Having tried and tested all available sources in vain,finally I feel very comfortable with the Skeeter Racket which does not cause any after effects.

A Golden Affair. 

​You made me feel like a queen

With your luster and sheen

Giving Endless Glitter and sparkle all over me

But time has changed By force I’d say

To take the next step right away 

And now that you’ve lost your shine

I decide on another as mine

How Selfish I am to trade on your gleam

But I am so very sorry It’s the price that I’m keen.

Remember the days I adored you most

And thinking of it now it’s all a waste.

Vivid are the Pictures of you on me of which

I’d always cherish forever as much.


Times up to dispose and renew my old gold..It’s kinda hard and depressing to part with sentimental jewellery.

But…Simply Cant help!!

In response to the Daily prompt ~Vivid