Saturday, 8 September 2018

The Necklace , Alexdra Dumas

The necklace by Alexandra Dumas

The novel which is over 700 pages would probably be one of the most epic tragedy novel from his times. Fiction or a real history , I found this very amazing and worth piece to while away my lousy times. Initially with so many characters and plots , I had tough time distinguishing them individually. In fact the whole climax and intensity unfolds almost only from the mid and in the last.  All in all a very touching piece from the Author and equally impressed on my first time reading of his books. 
In short, the story is about a queen who is very beautiful, noble and generous lady. Like in court anywhere, there are also considerable numbers of people at her service, Each holding different position and duty. Amongst them , a lady who is wicked but smart and intelligent steals trust of the queen and ultimately stabs her from behind. She is the real swindler in her plot to steal the priceless necklace. Her only intent to grab the necklace but in her pursuit she plans and conspires devises a deadly plan. 
In her plan , She uses the weakness of other people , the innocence of the queen and more over she carefully exploits to her gain. She accomplish her motifs but in her wicked quest , she drags many of the people in the court into misery and suspicions particularly the queen who suffers intense allegations of infidelity , frauds and distortion. In all the times, King stand his ground and protect his queen with outmost love and trust. At the end the culprit gets nabbed and the guilty convicted but the diamond necklace disappears and damage to the monarchy gets done. 

Friday, 3 August 2018

To dear to forget

Housed beneath the teak woods,
On the hill overviewing the Samdrup Jongkhar city.
Leaves are afresh dewing with  morning raindrops,
Except for monkeys , rest is simply quite.
A bygone weeks , busy and sweaty days,
Lovely , cheerful and diligent friends .
Hectic days yet splendid moments behold,
There is a longing which makes me cold.
Somewhere afar , i can feel her patience waits,
Sooner I may return to you arms .
Happy I am coming home,
But so long as I may hear the dungsam river sings.
I may also yearn her voice until I come back again.

#random thoughts.

Wednesday, 11 April 2018

The spring

Spring has unfolded her elegance,
Beauty to flaunt yet so ephemeral.
Thin clouds sails like a ship across,
Clinging on its rim a raindrop like tears.
It's complex and its hard to gather,
Beneath the sky, here I stand.
Like a dumb, lost into the sky.

There is a moon shimmering over the river,
Her beauty spreading like a ripple.
My own reflection making me cripple,
Into it, I wish to disappear forever.
Perhaps I may hear it clear,
The sorrow she bewails on her journey far,

The silhouette of the flags on the distant hill,
The lonely star twinkling from the north.
These sights make me sink in despair,
And in the darkness, I can hear the nightingale sob.

It springs yet the night is still cold,
Missing her hand that I used to hold.
There it stands the bridge where we first met,
The only witness was the river that flows underneath.
Long days have gone since the last spring,
Hoping this time a good moment's she may bring.