Alas ! Existence Of This Evening May Not Be

Alas ! Existence Of This Evening May Not Be . 
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While walking with
The setting Sun
At crossing road
I used to come
On the four lanes
In the midst of city
Standing at 
With a sense of guilty
That comes in my mind...

These reducing counting of evenings ..
From my life
Are passing
Just by and by
One after another
Reminding me daily
Only, thought one ...

After a hard working day of 12 hours
Sweating of this burning Sun
Repeatedly,
Without missing
This evening comes
And why am I following her
Knows by none ......

Carrying some
So precious gems
Of my life's dreams,
In the middle of City Chowk
Without failing, I used to come
Forgetting existence mine
I used to loss myself
Completely,
For hours after hours
In the allure of glittering shine 
Of half blooming flowers
Mesmerized with their fragrances ....

Wandering eyes
In search of
Unknown goal, with shy
Daily , without missing a day
I used to cry
Swinging, this or that side
In a self woven
Spider web's of mine
And in expectations of
Getting a freedom sublime
Jolting sense of responsibilities
I used to get tangled more and more....

A sense of feeling
Always reminding ever
In my subconscious mind
That this precious time of life
Passing away... by and by
Like the flows of a river
That flowing towards
An unknown goal
And I'm performing
The similar role !

And....
Again with a promise of
Not repeating the similar deeds
Carrying thoughts in mind, indeed
A false vow, I often take and return back
Usually to my home ......

But.....
Again
Next day
Following that
Unforgettable path
Usually, I come out on my walk
Following that lucrative glimpse of evening
Wrapped up the same stale thoughts
Inviting me to come along ...
And
Although
Willingly not so curious
But ...
Out of my home , I take my steps
Once again, I'm tangling in the same webs ...
 *Alas ! Existence Of This Evening May Not Be .* 

© Dr. Satish C. Srivastava, 20200610(08:47am) 

*Note :*
*This is a translated version of one of my old poem, " KAASH YE SHAAM NA HOTI " that was composed in Hindi during a hot summer " SUNSET " standing at balcony outside of City Library during my break,  in the month of June 1977.*

RAIN .... An #Elfchen Poetry

*Rain - An #Elfchen Poetry*
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Rain
God's grace
Mountains and planes
Bliss showers to mankind
Happiness.

©Dr. Satish C. Srivastava, 20200612(03:00am)

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What is an *“#Elfchen”* ?

*“Elfchen”* is German and literally means “wee eleven”. “Elf” means eleven and the ending “-chen” behind a name or noun gives it a sense of being wee and endearing. An *“Elfchen”* is basically a short poem consisting of exactly 11 words in a specific format of words per line. 

 The rules to write an *#Elfchen* are:

*1st line , 1 word- A thought, an object, a colour, a smell or the like*

*2nd line, 2 words- Describing what the word from the first row does or mean.*

*3rd line, 3 words -Where or how is the word of row 1?*

*4th line, 4words -What do you mean?*

*5th line, 1 word-Conclusion, ....What results from all this? .....What is the outcome?*
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 *Note : Eleven word poem again doesn’t mean that you write a quote with eleven words and split it in five lines, every line should have a meaning and should stand for itself.*

RAIN ...... #Ninette Poetry

RAIN - #Ninette Poem (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Syllables )
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Rain
Nature's
Cleaning plan
Best farmer's gain
Children's happiness
Process maintained
Bloom of flowers
God's grace
Rain

©Dr. Satish C. Srivastava, 20200612(02:20am)

Note : A *#Ninette* is a type of poem which contains nine lines, each line with a difference of one syllable from the previous one. The syllables increase with one number, from the first line until the midpoint where they start decreasing.

The syllable count of a Ninette is one, two, three, four, five, four, three, two and then back to one. The first and the last line of this type of poem do not have to be necessarily the same. They can either be synonyms or antonyms. If you form a Ninette and then center it, you will get a paper lantern-like design. A Ninette is entirely different from a Rictameter in terms of syllable count and the structure.