157. ARROW OF GOD
My new life began with GREAT EXPECTATIONS.
But soon I felt, I was in a WASTELAND.
I found myself WAITING FOR GODOT and
Wondering WHERE SHALL WE GO THIS SUMMER.
THAT LONG SILENCE of the new atmosphere
Made me feel that my dreams were GONE WITH THE WIND.
My ROOTS began to shake,
I lost all my SENSE AND SENSIBILITY
And felt that I was in THE DARK ROOM.
For sure I knew it was a PARADISE LOST,
And I thought ceaselessly of HOMECOMING.
But suddenly I heard an angel whisper,
“It would be bad unless SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER”.
I soon could see THE RAINBOW appearing,
And felt I must possess WINGS OF FIRE.
For like THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE,
I knew I must march to strike THE RIVALS.
29 July 2006
Saturday, May 10, 2008
GAME OF LIFE
I am tricked into this game of life.
Care to hear something about it?
You could be one like me too,
So please do spare time to read this-
I remember telling my heavenly father
That I am no good at this.
He (has) sent me to this field, nevertheless.
It’s a maze, and I am trying to graze my way out.
I asked Him several times the rules, the methods-
He simply said that I’ll learn it by experience.
It’s the most difficult game.
I saw some take a cake walk
And simply make their way to triumph.
Is it some trick they know? I wondered.
I now took care to observe.
Yeh! It is simple. Just keep your balance.
Well, I thought it was splendid
And almost considered that I could be successful.
Not so, never, never, not so easy.
I tell myself at bed times, that morning would be different.
Different indeed, with many more hurdles.
Suppose I say, “oh god this person simply unnerves me.”
I realise I’ve made the greatest blunder.
I think god understands opposites.
So He keeps me in the company of that person
Until I lose my head and my temper.
But then, I lose, if I frown.
So I try to smile through my grief.
Never palatable though, I’ve to do this.
I wonder if I am doing the right thing
But here, in this game, the referee,
Never stops to tell you what’s right or wrong.
“EXPERIENCE,” I’ll grow old with it
But never get out of here.
Sometimes the sky is a crazy combination of clouds.
Somewhere a grey patch, somewhere white puffy ones,
Elsewhere its tainted yellow and it’s a streak yet on another side.
Life is such a mixture too.
From nowhere, I noticed, one day, a grey patch
Travel steadily and as though released like an arrow,
It darted into an expanse of white clouds-
The whole thing turned grey too.
So too, people in gloom, carry it around.
And turn everybody around gloomy.
The first phase of the game, for me, seemed easier.
Now in my second phase-
No. let me give it a good try.
You know! In this game, if you are hurt,
You can’t tell anyone but the referee?!
And He isn’t going to nurse you either.
He would rather teach you the golden rule
That enables you to play better.
And it is ENDURANCE.
If you learn this rule, you are halfway through.
Sometimes there are repeated hurdles
If you get over them, over and over again,
You’ve actually learnt yet another rule PERSEVERANCE.
At times there are botheration.
They annoy you and leave you famished.
Take care; these are tricks to outwit you.
But not if you know the rule of TOLERANCE.
Sometimes like pitfalls are these reverie trick.
If you can brush the past and LIVE IN THE PRESENT,
Then you can make a clean way through.
A warning comes out of experience
And it is well understood-
Never be an enthusiast with discontented people around.
They’ll never give your score even if you make a home run.
On the gallery of hooting and cheering crowds,
There are some to blow you off or pull you down,
It is then you must remember-POISE.
Make your move and don’t stop until you bump into someone.
And don’t stand still then, just go dashing through
Until you bump in again and the just go on.
Remember when you are out of the maze,
There are winners with a smile to greet you.
And it is only the referee who really matters.
Thus far, I’ve only figured out the rules-
To work it out and win…well, I wouldn’t be there to tell you.
11 September 2005
Care to hear something about it?
You could be one like me too,
So please do spare time to read this-
I remember telling my heavenly father
That I am no good at this.
He (has) sent me to this field, nevertheless.
It’s a maze, and I am trying to graze my way out.
I asked Him several times the rules, the methods-
He simply said that I’ll learn it by experience.
It’s the most difficult game.
I saw some take a cake walk
And simply make their way to triumph.
Is it some trick they know? I wondered.
I now took care to observe.
Yeh! It is simple. Just keep your balance.
Well, I thought it was splendid
And almost considered that I could be successful.
Not so, never, never, not so easy.
I tell myself at bed times, that morning would be different.
Different indeed, with many more hurdles.
Suppose I say, “oh god this person simply unnerves me.”
I realise I’ve made the greatest blunder.
I think god understands opposites.
So He keeps me in the company of that person
Until I lose my head and my temper.
But then, I lose, if I frown.
So I try to smile through my grief.
Never palatable though, I’ve to do this.
I wonder if I am doing the right thing
But here, in this game, the referee,
Never stops to tell you what’s right or wrong.
“EXPERIENCE,” I’ll grow old with it
But never get out of here.
Sometimes the sky is a crazy combination of clouds.
Somewhere a grey patch, somewhere white puffy ones,
Elsewhere its tainted yellow and it’s a streak yet on another side.
Life is such a mixture too.
From nowhere, I noticed, one day, a grey patch
Travel steadily and as though released like an arrow,
It darted into an expanse of white clouds-
The whole thing turned grey too.
So too, people in gloom, carry it around.
And turn everybody around gloomy.
The first phase of the game, for me, seemed easier.
Now in my second phase-
No. let me give it a good try.
You know! In this game, if you are hurt,
You can’t tell anyone but the referee?!
And He isn’t going to nurse you either.
He would rather teach you the golden rule
That enables you to play better.
And it is ENDURANCE.
If you learn this rule, you are halfway through.
Sometimes there are repeated hurdles
If you get over them, over and over again,
You’ve actually learnt yet another rule PERSEVERANCE.
At times there are botheration.
They annoy you and leave you famished.
Take care; these are tricks to outwit you.
But not if you know the rule of TOLERANCE.
Sometimes like pitfalls are these reverie trick.
If you can brush the past and LIVE IN THE PRESENT,
Then you can make a clean way through.
A warning comes out of experience
And it is well understood-
Never be an enthusiast with discontented people around.
They’ll never give your score even if you make a home run.
On the gallery of hooting and cheering crowds,
There are some to blow you off or pull you down,
It is then you must remember-POISE.
Make your move and don’t stop until you bump into someone.
And don’t stand still then, just go dashing through
Until you bump in again and the just go on.
Remember when you are out of the maze,
There are winners with a smile to greet you.
And it is only the referee who really matters.
Thus far, I’ve only figured out the rules-
To work it out and win…well, I wouldn’t be there to tell you.
11 September 2005
117. TENSION
It starts for everyone, I guess, in the stomach.
It probably churns the intestine and kneads it too.
The sensation then travels up straight.
It just knocks the heart and leaves it palpitating.
Then it is the ‘heart in the mouth’ feeling.
As we struggle to gulp it back,
Something shoots high up in the head.
The mind then feels like a ‘tabula rasa’.
Now the adrenaline is fully secreted,
From head to toe everything shakes.
Eyes miss everything but still sees,
Blood gushes to the ears and it turns red.
Water fails to stay in the mouth and it is dry.
Total unrest and uneasiness.
This phenomenon is termed ‘TENSION’.
17 November 2004
It starts for everyone, I guess, in the stomach.
It probably churns the intestine and kneads it too.
The sensation then travels up straight.
It just knocks the heart and leaves it palpitating.
Then it is the ‘heart in the mouth’ feeling.
As we struggle to gulp it back,
Something shoots high up in the head.
The mind then feels like a ‘tabula rasa’.
Now the adrenaline is fully secreted,
From head to toe everything shakes.
Eyes miss everything but still sees,
Blood gushes to the ears and it turns red.
Water fails to stay in the mouth and it is dry.
Total unrest and uneasiness.
This phenomenon is termed ‘TENSION’.
17 November 2004
Aliteration
Trepidation tramples trembling man,
Fearful failure fancies he.
Nameless nervous nagging thought
Unrest useless usurps the brain.
Tension tedious, takes peace away
What worries waste our lives!
wrote it on 29 September 2004
Fearful failure fancies he.
Nameless nervous nagging thought
Unrest useless usurps the brain.
Tension tedious, takes peace away
What worries waste our lives!
wrote it on 29 September 2004
KERALA
This is all about my rickety, wickety, jingly, wingly trip round God' own Country....
well, the sojourn was hot enough to bake a cake out of us, but we were saved. the train was almost a replica of a desert with the scorching heat and no oasis in our coach. That much was ok. after about 24 hours of travel Kerala welcomed us with a Hartaal banner. There we paraded with luck trailing our backs and by car, bus, and jeep we reached the pinnacle of rest, upper suryanelli, a cool and cozy niche. fatigue sung lullaby and we crept onto our beds, SNUG, with two huge and heavy wollen blankets all wrapped and tight.
The next morining surprisingly was bright for a place like that. We stayed indoors and lazed around. When we decided to take a stroll up and downhill, an elephant family decided to do the same too. So there came screeching fullstop to our adventure (misadventure) outside the safe niche.
The following day we captured nature in macro and micro forms with digital snap shots and goofed around. By 3.00 P.M. oooppppphhh started our dangerous travel trekking....we took an auto downhill. from there we took a jeep to Power house, from there we took a bus to poopara...from there we took an auto to nedumgandam and from there another bus to katapana........hey u folks reading this....it is not all that fun u know...up and down and round the hill. I couldnt even see a tree till the end of its branch nor a craeture til the end of its tail. That was the speed in which every means of transport flew us through. when we recahed katapana, it was almost supper time and our hollow shells sounded their bells. Soon the moon sank by the window and we zzzzzzed off.
Our next expedition was a trip to thekady. At 8.50 in the morning, we took a bus to Kumli. About 1 and a half hour journey. We then took an auto to reach the Boat riding spot. badluck grinned on our faces and we realised that the next ticket for boat ride would be available only at 1.00 and the ride would be at 2.00....Now is that enough....it was only 11.30, but eager people were all lined up...and so did we. we got our tickets and then quickly polished our lunch and set for the sail....the boat took us through the forest and we found quite a few wild animals...to name a few...........wild monkeys......wild deers.....wild bison.....wild elephants.....some wild birds....i have to add "wild" because it has to sound out of the ordinary....well that was it....but it was quite an interesting experience....2 hours round and round the river....we finally got back to take the rickety, wickety bus back to katapana.
The next morning we woke up at 4.00 to leave for ernakulam...we reached there by 10.00 that was another jingly wingly ride down the hills.....there we met frens, went round the beach, mattanchery, the jewish synagogue, the dutch palace and all such fancy places and spent the night a little out with frens.
The next awful day i had to say goodbye to board my tarin back to hyderabad....as the train wailed its horn, I climbed my way to the upper berth and stayed there the next 26 hours (except for short visits down the pole). finally my eyes welcomed the sunshine of secunderabad and the wift of hot hair blew my tresses violently....with a limca drink on my way i dragged my wobbly feet back to hostel much to the dislike of....................u know what i mean............:(
well, the sojourn was hot enough to bake a cake out of us, but we were saved. the train was almost a replica of a desert with the scorching heat and no oasis in our coach. That much was ok. after about 24 hours of travel Kerala welcomed us with a Hartaal banner. There we paraded with luck trailing our backs and by car, bus, and jeep we reached the pinnacle of rest, upper suryanelli, a cool and cozy niche. fatigue sung lullaby and we crept onto our beds, SNUG, with two huge and heavy wollen blankets all wrapped and tight.
The next morining surprisingly was bright for a place like that. We stayed indoors and lazed around. When we decided to take a stroll up and downhill, an elephant family decided to do the same too. So there came screeching fullstop to our adventure (misadventure) outside the safe niche.
The following day we captured nature in macro and micro forms with digital snap shots and goofed around. By 3.00 P.M. oooppppphhh started our dangerous travel trekking....we took an auto downhill. from there we took a jeep to Power house, from there we took a bus to poopara...from there we took an auto to nedumgandam and from there another bus to katapana........hey u folks reading this....it is not all that fun u know...up and down and round the hill. I couldnt even see a tree till the end of its branch nor a craeture til the end of its tail. That was the speed in which every means of transport flew us through. when we recahed katapana, it was almost supper time and our hollow shells sounded their bells. Soon the moon sank by the window and we zzzzzzed off.
Our next expedition was a trip to thekady. At 8.50 in the morning, we took a bus to Kumli. About 1 and a half hour journey. We then took an auto to reach the Boat riding spot. badluck grinned on our faces and we realised that the next ticket for boat ride would be available only at 1.00 and the ride would be at 2.00....Now is that enough....it was only 11.30, but eager people were all lined up...and so did we. we got our tickets and then quickly polished our lunch and set for the sail....the boat took us through the forest and we found quite a few wild animals...to name a few...........wild monkeys......wild deers.....wild bison.....wild elephants.....some wild birds....i have to add "wild" because it has to sound out of the ordinary....well that was it....but it was quite an interesting experience....2 hours round and round the river....we finally got back to take the rickety, wickety bus back to katapana.
The next morning we woke up at 4.00 to leave for ernakulam...we reached there by 10.00 that was another jingly wingly ride down the hills.....there we met frens, went round the beach, mattanchery, the jewish synagogue, the dutch palace and all such fancy places and spent the night a little out with frens.
The next awful day i had to say goodbye to board my tarin back to hyderabad....as the train wailed its horn, I climbed my way to the upper berth and stayed there the next 26 hours (except for short visits down the pole). finally my eyes welcomed the sunshine of secunderabad and the wift of hot hair blew my tresses violently....with a limca drink on my way i dragged my wobbly feet back to hostel much to the dislike of....................u know what i mean............:(
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