What’s your idea of a perfect day off: one during which you can quietly relax, doing nothing, or one with one fun activity lined up after the other? Tell us how you’d spend your time.
Why oh why do I have to choose?
Can’t I just let my mind run loose?
Sometimes let it sparkle , sometimes still
Sometimes exotic, sometimes run of mill.
My idea of a perfect day, if I can have my way
From madding crowds , is to be far far away
On a rainy mushy day, give me a cozy corner
Some munchies, lotsa books and a crooner.
I am quite happy on my ownsome
Even if it may make me lonesome.
Quiet companions – my phone and laptop
All this and I’ll be happy even on a rooftop.
But there are days when I want friends and fun
Where my voice can drown even that of a gun.
So my moody mind does the final choosing
Of Sparkling days or still waters- what’s amusing.
The Rainbow Bridge
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies
that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm
and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health
and vigour; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again,
just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and
looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers.
Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs
carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your
special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.
The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head,
and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your
life but never absent from your heart.
Thank you so much…. I know it’s late but better late than never. …as clichéd as it may sound! ! I do have a booming voice esp for a lady. ..despite being a back bencher even my whispers carried …☺☺😉
Ripples N Reflections 
Lovely Aruna…great post!
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Thanks Mira, you are a gem! 🙂
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Munchies and a cozy corner sounds perfect 🙂
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Yeah….. doesn’t it? I was a bookworm once upon a time… now I dont if “networms” exist, but I guess that is what I am !! 😀 😛
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I am used to be a bookworm, then somehow I lost interest, just movies now :S
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Hi Aruna …plz send me that para from Rainbow Tribe again.
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The Rainbow Bridge
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies
that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm
and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health
and vigour; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again,
just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and
looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers.
Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs
carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your
special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.
The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head,
and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your
life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together
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In todays life not possible…where do I run away from my mind.
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Nothing is impossible… with a tiny bit of help from you and whoever or whatever you hold dear!! Keep going…
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May your life fill with sparkling gems and still waters. 🙂
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Thanks Rashmi … it takes all kinds to make a perfect bouquet ….. 🙂
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“Wishing you sparkling waters even on still days” 😀
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Cheeky arent you? Thanks all the same , Jithin!! Good to have you on these pages.. (part of my bucket list??)
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Haha.. People often quote wise words. I just did that! 😀
Again what is that with bucket list?! I didn’t get!
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@ Jithin @ trablog …. your bucket list, O collector ji !! Your visiting my page part of my bucket list!!!
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agree with you…great rhyme 🙂
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Thanks Saya. … to me verse is always rhyme…though it may even appear childish at times. ☺☺
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I haven’t encountered one yet 🙂
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Sometimes still and sometimes sparkling ..! loved it..and that’s the way it should be 🙂
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Thanks for your sweet comment Sweety …good to have you visiting
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Wow! Very nice poem
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Thanks for being here Ritu. …I hope that’s your name….☺
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That’s a true compaction of the you I know except for a slight modification – “Always sparking, never still”.
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Not true…. !! Maybe Still waters run deep…
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Loved the post…laughed out loud on reading, “my voice can drown even that of a gun” hehe…
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Thank you so much…. I know it’s late but better late than never. …as clichéd as it may sound! ! I do have a booming voice esp for a lady. ..despite being a back bencher even my whispers carried …☺☺😉
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