Wandered in the woods long and deep
None was there to care and peep
Lingered in the solitude of mountains steep
Lacked the pat of the friendly quip
Flew in the sky far and wide
All alone in my fluttering stride
Stormed the temples in the finest ride
Only to meet with the ghastly side
Gasped for a shoulder to rest awhile
Steered was I with my guileless style
Grasped not little the freedom of the vile
Touched by the charms of the innocent smile
Wonder now loudly what is my way
Know not anything what to say
Where is my mentor to lift from my bay
Hold shall I tightly only to pray
Waver not in your mind lay where you stay
Follow your heart come what may
Learn to spread the beauty of gay
Lest not hear you shall only pay
Live life once with dash of innocence
Kindle your feelings with clear radiance
Extend all warmth with no nuisance
Love your friend of meaningful alliance
No other simpler way you shall find here
Rest all lead you only to bind mere
Accept this simple truth to transcend in tier
Love is the secret and power of the seer
Monday, June 26, 2006
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Those unforgettable memories
I really don’t know where to start about my school which gracefully housed me from KG to 12th. Fond memories gush in.
I still remember my first day of school. My first day tears were answered by a fat, chubby girl with her holding of my hands comforting me “Don’t worry. I am there for you.” Indeed she was there for me throughout my school days. Do you know my dear friend, even now whenever I go out I keep my eyes open with a hope that I shall dash on you one day? I want to meet you at least once and thank you for all you have given me.
The strict Anglo-Indian Miss in her mini-skirt flashes in next who taught me ABCD. My unforgettable class teacher for three consecutive years (3rd, 4th & 5th) - how sweet and caring she was! She didn’t even know how to get angry. Probably I got inspired by her in a subtle level.
My stint in I standard brings in cheer and laughter in me. That was the Annual Day function and I was one of the performers of the rhyme “Little Boy Blue, Come blow your horn” (I still remember the practice sessions vividly). Another participant brought costume for me and I performed with that on stage. Once my role was over, I immediately returned her belongings, and with just a slip to hang on, I ran towards my house which was very close-by at that time. Unfortunately, none was there and I started crying. I didn’t realize that my parents would have come to watch me perform. One of the neighbours consoled me and directed me towards the school. I found them in that huge crowd somehow and you know, they were shocked to see me in that beautiful costume.
Many teachers and friends walk my memory path briskly. I remember each one of them. How can I forget my 4th standard classmate who died of brain tumour? How many times I would have enacted the roles of “The Three Questions” and “The Merchant of Venice”, only God knows. I still admire the character Portia for her intelligence.
My drama and song practices, essay competitions that I have won, my drawing stints in the form of innumerable charts I had churned out for my class, the mid-day meal volunteering services that I managed diligently during my 9th & 10th standards, the soft corner that I always enjoyed from teachers and friends because of my quiet nature, my 9th standard science teacher who became one of my best friends (it was she who taught me that age is not a barrier for any relationship), my passion for English (I want to see the reaction of my English teacher when she reads my poems – will she mock me or praise me), the rustic atmosphere of creepers and crawlers decorating our 8th standard class which was supplemented with two swings next to our class, the celebration of Joseph Day with candles & incense sticks – I can write a novel on all these things.
And most importantly, the Christ on Cross from whom I have silently learnt the lesson of tolerance. How many marriages, the bride in white especially, had been blessed by that pure Master in front of my eyes! Am curious to know if all those marriages are working out successfully based on tolerance at least. My tears come alive whenever I think of those innocent days wherein I cried in front of him for the pains he had undergone at the time of crucifixion.
I am dreaming of visiting my school one day, sit in those steps and replay those memories, touch those walls passionately, visit the church and cry one more time for my Jesus. Will it remain a dream, I don’t know.
I have not forgotten anybody. My memory lapse stops with my understanding and recall of subjects. I don’t feel ashamed to shed a drop of tear as I reminisce those innocent, carefree days because I have a tender heart to feel them even now.
I still remember my first day of school. My first day tears were answered by a fat, chubby girl with her holding of my hands comforting me “Don’t worry. I am there for you.” Indeed she was there for me throughout my school days. Do you know my dear friend, even now whenever I go out I keep my eyes open with a hope that I shall dash on you one day? I want to meet you at least once and thank you for all you have given me.
The strict Anglo-Indian Miss in her mini-skirt flashes in next who taught me ABCD. My unforgettable class teacher for three consecutive years (3rd, 4th & 5th) - how sweet and caring she was! She didn’t even know how to get angry. Probably I got inspired by her in a subtle level.
My stint in I standard brings in cheer and laughter in me. That was the Annual Day function and I was one of the performers of the rhyme “Little Boy Blue, Come blow your horn” (I still remember the practice sessions vividly). Another participant brought costume for me and I performed with that on stage. Once my role was over, I immediately returned her belongings, and with just a slip to hang on, I ran towards my house which was very close-by at that time. Unfortunately, none was there and I started crying. I didn’t realize that my parents would have come to watch me perform. One of the neighbours consoled me and directed me towards the school. I found them in that huge crowd somehow and you know, they were shocked to see me in that beautiful costume.
Many teachers and friends walk my memory path briskly. I remember each one of them. How can I forget my 4th standard classmate who died of brain tumour? How many times I would have enacted the roles of “The Three Questions” and “The Merchant of Venice”, only God knows. I still admire the character Portia for her intelligence.
My drama and song practices, essay competitions that I have won, my drawing stints in the form of innumerable charts I had churned out for my class, the mid-day meal volunteering services that I managed diligently during my 9th & 10th standards, the soft corner that I always enjoyed from teachers and friends because of my quiet nature, my 9th standard science teacher who became one of my best friends (it was she who taught me that age is not a barrier for any relationship), my passion for English (I want to see the reaction of my English teacher when she reads my poems – will she mock me or praise me), the rustic atmosphere of creepers and crawlers decorating our 8th standard class which was supplemented with two swings next to our class, the celebration of Joseph Day with candles & incense sticks – I can write a novel on all these things.
And most importantly, the Christ on Cross from whom I have silently learnt the lesson of tolerance. How many marriages, the bride in white especially, had been blessed by that pure Master in front of my eyes! Am curious to know if all those marriages are working out successfully based on tolerance at least. My tears come alive whenever I think of those innocent days wherein I cried in front of him for the pains he had undergone at the time of crucifixion.
I am dreaming of visiting my school one day, sit in those steps and replay those memories, touch those walls passionately, visit the church and cry one more time for my Jesus. Will it remain a dream, I don’t know.
I have not forgotten anybody. My memory lapse stops with my understanding and recall of subjects. I don’t feel ashamed to shed a drop of tear as I reminisce those innocent, carefree days because I have a tender heart to feel them even now.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Prayer
Beauty invites special compliments
I crave not to have one
Wealth cheers cruel attitudes
I need not retain one
Power rules ravening fowls
I grab not to enjoy one
Education shelters intellectual pleasures
I dream not to master one
Hatred guarantees feudal enemities
I desire not to possess one
Anger ignites mental imbalances
I like not to identify one
Jealousy cooks ugly delicacies
I yearn not to taste one
Selfishness adorns human minds
I strive not to buy one
Patience befriends many virtues
I dare not to lose one
Giving destroys grumbling greediness
I long to be blessed with one
Love transcends all boundaries
I pray only for such a one
I crave not to have one
Wealth cheers cruel attitudes
I need not retain one
Power rules ravening fowls
I grab not to enjoy one
Education shelters intellectual pleasures
I dream not to master one
Hatred guarantees feudal enemities
I desire not to possess one
Anger ignites mental imbalances
I like not to identify one
Jealousy cooks ugly delicacies
I yearn not to taste one
Selfishness adorns human minds
I strive not to buy one
Patience befriends many virtues
I dare not to lose one
Giving destroys grumbling greediness
I long to be blessed with one
Love transcends all boundaries
I pray only for such a one
Saturday, June 17, 2006
A tale of tears
Happier occasions
Sorrowful situations
Heralding moments
Painful downfalls
Thumping successes
Doomed failures
Unexpected courtesies
Aching punches
Words of praises
Torrents of abuses
Joyful incidents
Migraine attacks
Simple wishes
Acidic accusations
Gentle hugs
Surprise gifts
Nature’s beauty
Others’ miseries
Dashes of love
Artists’ works
Soulful music
And many more….
During all such times
Her heart throbs
With a call instantly
To release me
And decorate her cheeks
Obeying the orders
I come out of my den
Giving a salty tinge to her lips
Can anyone secretly tell me
If she is misusing me
Sorrowful situations
Heralding moments
Painful downfalls
Thumping successes
Doomed failures
Unexpected courtesies
Aching punches
Words of praises
Torrents of abuses
Joyful incidents
Migraine attacks
Simple wishes
Acidic accusations
Gentle hugs
Surprise gifts
Nature’s beauty
Others’ miseries
Dashes of love
Artists’ works
Soulful music
And many more….
During all such times
Her heart throbs
With a call instantly
To release me
And decorate her cheeks
Obeying the orders
I come out of my den
Giving a salty tinge to her lips
Can anyone secretly tell me
If she is misusing me
Oh! Flower
You looked fresh and stunning
Bright and beautifully radiating
As my eyes admired you
And my heart longed to touch you
I heard a feeble cry
Interspersed with laughs of shy
Disturbed I asked you lovingly
But you remained silent astonishingly
I observed the strangers passing-by
With the only wish to bring in more joy
Breeze touched you gently and went away
You liberally thanked him with your sway
From bud you blossomed into a flower
You thanked Sun with your upheld stature
Your mother tree possessed you caringly
With your beauty you thanked her finely
A few came near to pluck away from your mother
I drove them all to leave where you were
Then came a bee from nowhere
I watched you silently from near
The bee took the nectar from you and flew away
Was it a painful process I didn’t know till that day
Or was it a joyful communion, you please say
Nevertheless I saw you accepting all till you lay
I learnt mutely how patient you were
A loner’s life it was without a pair
With the sunset, your glorious presence ended
Your sobs and laughs had finally ended
What a life you had led I wonder
I wish to lead a life like you, My Flower
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Ravines of time
In this glitzy competitive world
I dare to throw away ornaments of gold
Any one can claim me to be in their fold
Love is the one that keeps my life in hold
Fashion shall die in grief upon seeing me
Glitter and glamour would run away from me
The reason for their anger is simple you see
For I don’t treat them royally in glee
I am born with only grit and determination
Though never seen sunshine in any dimension
Words of praise and abuse shower in profusion
With a laugh I accept such life without apprehension
A few have become dear to me so easily
Many give a formal smile deliberately
I chuckle to my heart’s content inwardly
As the soul’s language is not understood clearly
Childhood fantasies are limitless to narrate
Innocence is what reigns when they gyrate
Time stops for none till date
Lesson I learnt is not to hate
Let there be peace and tranquility everywhere
Only kindness and love rule all over
Freezing such moments of happiness forever
Let us transcend time’s mischievous play ever
I dare to throw away ornaments of gold
Any one can claim me to be in their fold
Love is the one that keeps my life in hold
Fashion shall die in grief upon seeing me
Glitter and glamour would run away from me
The reason for their anger is simple you see
For I don’t treat them royally in glee
I am born with only grit and determination
Though never seen sunshine in any dimension
Words of praise and abuse shower in profusion
With a laugh I accept such life without apprehension
A few have become dear to me so easily
Many give a formal smile deliberately
I chuckle to my heart’s content inwardly
As the soul’s language is not understood clearly
Childhood fantasies are limitless to narrate
Innocence is what reigns when they gyrate
Time stops for none till date
Lesson I learnt is not to hate
Let there be peace and tranquility everywhere
Only kindness and love rule all over
Freezing such moments of happiness forever
Let us transcend time’s mischievous play ever
Monday, June 12, 2006
A journey
Holding the hands of my father
I walked a long distance
With a wish to touch the horizon
Where the sky shied of crimson frills
Only to kiss the unknown land
I was only a kid then
I hoped to see that glorious one day
Alas! Never has it become a reality
I was fooled every time by my eyes
Only to give a jerk in my heart
With a shear feeling I boarded a train
And sat quietly with a clouded brain
Trees ran away very fast from my sight
As if hate to see me in fright
A wise came near me voluntarily
To remind me of the moving train
Oh! Once again my eyes failed miserably
To show that I am wrong totally
I looked inside the train now
Watched people talking in voices high & low
A few became friendly with this dullard too
Discussed issues of interest in full
But slowly one by one moved away from me
As their destinations repelled them from me
I was sitting all alone in the train now
Carried my backpack and got down
Walked the path in a goalless stride
Realised finally that….
My life is only a roller-coaster ride
It is only me and me to stand by my side
I walked a long distance
With a wish to touch the horizon
Where the sky shied of crimson frills
Only to kiss the unknown land
I was only a kid then
I hoped to see that glorious one day
Alas! Never has it become a reality
I was fooled every time by my eyes
Only to give a jerk in my heart
With a shear feeling I boarded a train
And sat quietly with a clouded brain
Trees ran away very fast from my sight
As if hate to see me in fright
A wise came near me voluntarily
To remind me of the moving train
Oh! Once again my eyes failed miserably
To show that I am wrong totally
I looked inside the train now
Watched people talking in voices high & low
A few became friendly with this dullard too
Discussed issues of interest in full
But slowly one by one moved away from me
As their destinations repelled them from me
I was sitting all alone in the train now
Carried my backpack and got down
Walked the path in a goalless stride
Realised finally that….
My life is only a roller-coaster ride
It is only me and me to stand by my side
Saturday, June 10, 2006
My love affair
We are made for each other
Always hand in hand
I never miss him
Especially on occasions
Everybody knows him
For our love is explicit
I am waiting in the crowd
For my adorable….
As the pounding noise comes closer
My heart shakes a bit
Only to give an indication
He is not too far….
I welcome him gracefully
With my misty eyes and a warm smile
Oh! Once again he has conquered me
And has swiftly taken my hand to the dark room
Tears flow by instantly…..
For he proves his immanent love one more time
My encounters with him gush forth
And bring laughter in the brain
He stays with me for longer every time
Though our affair goes on for years
As he enjoys every moment with me
I too doth enjoy a ball with him
Am happy there is at least one
Who wants me always….
Though my loyal lover is a bit possessive
He spreads only royal treatment for me
He is none other than my dear migraine
Who is there for me in sunshine and rain
Always hand in hand
I never miss him
Especially on occasions
Everybody knows him
For our love is explicit
I am waiting in the crowd
For my adorable….
As the pounding noise comes closer
My heart shakes a bit
Only to give an indication
He is not too far….
I welcome him gracefully
With my misty eyes and a warm smile
Oh! Once again he has conquered me
And has swiftly taken my hand to the dark room
Tears flow by instantly…..
For he proves his immanent love one more time
My encounters with him gush forth
And bring laughter in the brain
He stays with me for longer every time
Though our affair goes on for years
As he enjoys every moment with me
I too doth enjoy a ball with him
Am happy there is at least one
Who wants me always….
Though my loyal lover is a bit possessive
He spreads only royal treatment for me
He is none other than my dear migraine
Who is there for me in sunshine and rain
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
At last
A hot summer day it is, he enters into that desert in torn clothes and matted hair
Walking among the sand dunes, he reminisces his princely days of care
Touched by the piercing love of cacti, he keeps them safely in their place
With a willful smile on his lips, he walks alone in a leisurely pace
Feeling the burning heat, his swollen feet cry badly to rest
Unheeding the request, he continues his life journey in quest
In the whirlwind of sand, he is caught unawares to move anywhere
Usurped by feelings, his mind raises a bigger storm from nowhere
Sun is gone but Moon is back with her svelte charm to kindle fantasy
With an empty look, he applauds the vast expanse of brown audience for its courtesy
In front of his mind camera, the forgotten days of glory replays its charm
With a heave of sigh, he feels the pain in his heart as if stung by bees in swarm
Hunger and thirst haunt him as he gasps during those final moments of departure
Closing his eyes gently at last, he accepts her loving hand given as a gesture
With their hands locked, their spirits rise shirking off the pains of separation
They thank liberally for their failed love is glorified by all in adoration
The night is over but he still stays on his sand bed all alone careless
A friend of him comes near with a morning wish only to take him back to his palace
Wiping his eyes in excitement, he jumps up to embrace his pal lovingly
With a thrill voice, he narrates how he lived a story once again to write impeccably
In this big world of glamour, millions wait to have a glimpse of him
A celebrity he is after all, his every poem is a rage to conquer them as a hymn
Walking among the sand dunes, he reminisces his princely days of care
Touched by the piercing love of cacti, he keeps them safely in their place
With a willful smile on his lips, he walks alone in a leisurely pace
Feeling the burning heat, his swollen feet cry badly to rest
Unheeding the request, he continues his life journey in quest
In the whirlwind of sand, he is caught unawares to move anywhere
Usurped by feelings, his mind raises a bigger storm from nowhere
Sun is gone but Moon is back with her svelte charm to kindle fantasy
With an empty look, he applauds the vast expanse of brown audience for its courtesy
In front of his mind camera, the forgotten days of glory replays its charm
With a heave of sigh, he feels the pain in his heart as if stung by bees in swarm
Hunger and thirst haunt him as he gasps during those final moments of departure
Closing his eyes gently at last, he accepts her loving hand given as a gesture
With their hands locked, their spirits rise shirking off the pains of separation
They thank liberally for their failed love is glorified by all in adoration
The night is over but he still stays on his sand bed all alone careless
A friend of him comes near with a morning wish only to take him back to his palace
Wiping his eyes in excitement, he jumps up to embrace his pal lovingly
With a thrill voice, he narrates how he lived a story once again to write impeccably
In this big world of glamour, millions wait to have a glimpse of him
A celebrity he is after all, his every poem is a rage to conquer them as a hymn
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Wherever you are
Bright candle
Asked me for the light
I stuttered …
But it cried …
‘I am not as bright as that one’
I gave a whack on its head
‘What a fool you are!
It’s only your light that is’
As I moved on
Somebody screamed
‘Why am I not a rock?’
Oh! That was the squeaky voice of sand
I pacified them tenderly
‘Remember, it is only you’
They tickled my feet
Out of excitement and let me go
I met the dreamy white flower
Fresh among her green friends
She whispered anxiously
‘Why is my life so short?’
I reminded that spotless angel
‘Yes, you die but your honey lives’
She bid bye with her soft touch
And I moved towards my home
Memories rocked me sternly
Only for the emotions to run rampant
I saw faces in that smoke
That paraded one by one
I realized at last……
Life has many surprise packages
Justifying my mood swings
This I say as I breathe my last…….
Wherever you are……..
I thank you for all you have given
Wherever you are……..
I treasure you in my heart
Asked me for the light
I stuttered …
But it cried …
‘I am not as bright as that one’
I gave a whack on its head
‘What a fool you are!
It’s only your light that is’
As I moved on
Somebody screamed
‘Why am I not a rock?’
Oh! That was the squeaky voice of sand
I pacified them tenderly
‘Remember, it is only you’
They tickled my feet
Out of excitement and let me go
I met the dreamy white flower
Fresh among her green friends
She whispered anxiously
‘Why is my life so short?’
I reminded that spotless angel
‘Yes, you die but your honey lives’
She bid bye with her soft touch
And I moved towards my home
Memories rocked me sternly
Only for the emotions to run rampant
I saw faces in that smoke
That paraded one by one
I realized at last……
Life has many surprise packages
Justifying my mood swings
This I say as I breathe my last…….
Wherever you are……..
I thank you for all you have given
Wherever you are……..
I treasure you in my heart
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