In Bikaner...

In this hotel room...

In Bikaner...

Getting bored ?

Yes, I am getting bored...

Hence, penning these poems...

By the way, are these poems ???

Should I call these lines poems ???

They are outpourings...

Yes, outpourings from my heart...

To reach the hearts of the readers of these lines...

Are some females listening??z.

Only they can know the panges of such out-pourings...

Such boredoms, which pop up their heads without some reason...

I mean, some valid reasons, which could be understood by those, who choose not to understand...

Or are by Nature, are unable to undersand .

How rightly Galib wrote...

"De aur Dil unko, jo na de mujhko jubaan aur."

Bikaner, the city...

Here...

 In Bikaner..

There is a temple of Mata Karni Devi...

Fine...

No problem...

Cities do have temples , dedeicated to Female Energy...

But you enter the gate..

And find to your horror...

So many rats...

Soooooo many...

All on the floor...

On the walls...

White and black...

Both varieties ...

And all sizes...

Some were real big...

They can scare your soul out of you...

For me ...

Even a small size was enough to scare my soul out of me...

At every step there is chance of some rat comming and getting crushed under your feet...

Oh God ! 

I am cursing myslf ...

Why the hell I choose to enter the gates of this temple...

Oh Mata Karni Devi! 

Forgive me...

I seek your blessings here in this Hotel-room...

But yes, 

I admit...

I could not manage any Bhakti-Bhav in the temple...

Even in front of you...

So my Mother!

Forgive me 

And bless me and my family...

I need your blessings Mother !

Once again ...

I seek your forgivness...

Forgive me

For all the cries and shouts,

Which came from my mouth spontaneously...

In all humility...

I bow my head to you Mata Karni Devi !

Bikaner...

My visit to Bikaner...

My visit to market in the Bikaner...

My big car...

The expert driver...

The narrow lanes ,on our way to market...

So narrow, the car could simply manage to accommodate in the width of those lanes...

The curves of roads...

The oncomming vehicals...

Oh God!

I was cursing myself...

Why did I choose to come here ???

But I had to buy a few masala saunfs packets,

Which I had promised to bring for a few of my nice friends...

And also

A Chania-Choli dress for my daughter and grand-daughters...

Hence, I choose to come to this market... 

Through the lanes, where only a devil can drive...

Oh ! My throbbing heart missed many many beats on my way to this market.

Thank God ! I am still alive .

Bikaner...

My visit to Bikaner...

The Palace...

Junagarh...

The royal residence of kings of gone era ...

The bedrooms...

The beds of the kings and the queens...

So frugal !!!

There was no king-size bed...

Nor the attendant accessories of a royal Bedroom...

And 

The size of the room was the biggest casuality...

Oh ! So small !!!

Simply wondering me !!!

Just a few decades and a few yards away...

Was this Hotel Sagar...

Magnificent palacial architecture...

My residence for a few days...

The Bedroom...

A big king-size bed...

A five-seater Sofa-set with a glass-top central table...

The beautifully carved mirror on the wall...

The Almirah...

The T V...

The Fridge...

The A C...

Attatched Bath...

And...

And...

The beautiful window ...

My opening to the world...

The space...

The Terrace...

Everything is so alluring...

Comfort at it's best...

Should I say times have changed ???

Relationships...

Everybody is busy on Internet...

You have fb friends...

Games...

Memories...

Food...

Drinks...

And what not...

The list is endless...

Who needs relationships ???