Yesterday I have been to Frank Sinatra Park - Hoboken, NJ to see the fireworks. This year Macy’s organized fireworks between 24Th and 50Th streets (Manhattan) on the Hudson River. We reached the park early i.e. by 6pm to get a decent spot to view the fireworks and we succeeded in getting one. I managed to take some nice pictures of New York city and the fireworks.

This is one of the six barges positioning for firework

people...people...everywhere.....

FDNY Fire-boat Water Show

Beauty of new york city at the time of sunset

Photograph of a Photographer....

Moonlight made new york city look more beautiful

fireworks....red..green...yellow...blue...white....colours of joy and pride.......

after effects of fireworks.....smoke everywhere.....

Hudson river water....sparkling city on the shore....bright moon in the sky.....ahh....what a beauty....

I am reading a book titled "A Suitable Boy" by Vikram Seth, a famous novelist in India. I heard that he is a good poet too. Last night, while reading the book, I found this poem on page 949, about a brain-fever bird. As per the story this poem was written by a character whose name is Amit. He is an upcoming writer. He writes this poem in a letter to a girl named Lata, whom he likes a lot. He wants to make a good impression by showing his work to her. Anyway, I always feel that poetry is not my cup of tea...but somehow i liked this poem. May be the rhyming caught my attention or may be....i don't know what..!!..

I want you guys to leave a comment on this, as i want to know, how good...bad...worse....stupid this poem is?....some true critics please....:-)....


The fever bird sang out last night.
I could not sleep, try as I might.

My brain was split, my spirit raw.
I looked into the garden, saw

The shadow of the amaltas
Shake slightly on the moonlit grass.

Unseen, the bird cried out its grief,
its lunacy, without relief:

Three notes repeated closer, higher,
Soaring, then sinking down like fire

Only to breath the night and soar,
As crazed, as desperate, as before.

I shivered in the midnight heat
And smelt the sweat that soaked my sheet.

And now tonight i hear again
The call that skewers through my brain,

The call, the brain-sick triple note-
A bone of pain stuck in its throat.

I am so tired I could weep.
Mad bird, for God's sake let me sleep.

Why do you cry like one possessed?
When will you rest? when will you rest?

Why wait each night till all but I
Lie sleeping in the house, then cry?

Why do you scream into my ear
What no one else but I can hear?