Then they told me
this was life....
And they watched smiling ...
as i cried out loud,
no tears,no sound,
Just my heart giving that wrenching sound...
They even said
it would make me stronger
Watch us..They said
we have all been through this
I wonder..
Is this true?
Living with this much pain
Every breath an effort,
every breath a strain
living like a root canal treated tooth-dead
but holding,bearing,forced to stand,
thankfully not feeling,
and eventually cracking and then uprooted out of life....
each choice made by other,
life finished by one,
splinted by another
and eventually defragmented
till there is nothing else to take...
yes, they smiled again...
that is life...
Thursday, August 5, 2010
A POOR ORIGINAL EFFORT FINALLY!
Two people who can speak unlimited,
Two people who need not speak at all
Two people who can listen unlimited
Two people who may not even call
Two who are always there
in hell and in heaven,
And probably if one goes up and one down below,
they come to earth and say hello!
Time can come in between,
and so do people & space
But like magnets on the two poles of earth
they are always there for each other whatever the case
For friends are made of a different matter,
The atoms and molecules are only for show
For two pure hearts make this relation
And what these hearts are made up of no one will ever know
Two people who need not speak at all
Two people who can listen unlimited
Two people who may not even call
Two who are always there
in hell and in heaven,
And probably if one goes up and one down below,
they come to earth and say hello!
Time can come in between,
and so do people & space
But like magnets on the two poles of earth
they are always there for each other whatever the case
For friends are made of a different matter,
The atoms and molecules are only for show
For two pure hearts make this relation
And what these hearts are made up of no one will ever know
an ode to rain,life or death!
Life..floats in,unstoppable..
the glorious sunshine that blinds me after that sudden shower....it hurts all my senses but my ears...
I hear the clear crystals falling,
from the parapet..
onto the washed, pitch- black road,
Along the leaking asbestos roofs,dripping on to the plastic tarpaulins covering the urchins eating below....
life drifts in ....
Into the white shirt drenched with not sweat this time,
clinging and chilling the skin burnt in the summer sun,
for a moment i am anesthetized ...
life creeps in...
into my soul...
washing away my worries,my fears..
My dreams even....
just so that i can see new ones...
Dead...
can you imagine eyes that don't blink,
when the raindrops fall on them...
dead...
the last two lines are from a poem by Mr Amit Rai,who is no longer with us,he died of blood cancer at a very young age of 18.the glorious sunshine that blinds me after that sudden shower....it hurts all my senses but my ears...
I hear the clear crystals falling,
from the parapet..
onto the washed, pitch- black road,
Along the leaking asbestos roofs,dripping on to the plastic tarpaulins covering the urchins eating below....
life drifts in ....
Into the white shirt drenched with not sweat this time,
clinging and chilling the skin burnt in the summer sun,
for a moment i am anesthetized ...
life creeps in...
into my soul...
washing away my worries,my fears..
My dreams even....
just so that i can see new ones...
Dead...
can you imagine eyes that don't blink,
when the raindrops fall on them...
dead...
i have tried to complete the poem my way,it is nothing compared to what he wrote in his lifetime.this world missed another poet.......
i finally found the original verses
is it not beautiful
to come billowing down in silk
what your little son would tell
the neighbour's boy if he saw you do it
and he can't
where is your comrade who got pleasure
from making paper dolls
and he who yet felt happy
when any said he needed a shave
parachute trouble
machine gun trouble
dead.
dead. . .can you imagine
eyelids that won't blink
when the raindrops
drops on them. . .
to come billowing down in silk
what your little son would tell
the neighbour's boy if he saw you do it
and he can't
where is your comrade who got pleasure
from making paper dolls
and he who yet felt happy
when any said he needed a shave
parachute trouble
machine gun trouble
dead.
dead. . .can you imagine
eyelids that won't blink
when the raindrops
drops on them. . .
Sunday, May 9, 2010
the seventh horse on ferarri
क्षमा शोभती ऊस भुजंग को ,जिसके पास गरल हो;
उसका क्या जो दंतहीन विषरहित विनीत सरल हो ...
Years back, i memorized this stanza from the famous कुरुक्षेत्र , a poem by Shri Ramdhari
Singh Dinker.
it was so apt..the erstwhile Yudhisthir to talk of penance, charity, truth, duty, commitment, and sacrifice.
but its really not worth it
the world doesn't appreciate it, because u must be someone before you do all this.
Today, if Iraq says we forgive the US of A, for every crime they committed on our soil, who the hell cares!
if the U.S.A does the same then: well , that is forgiveness
One of the bestsellers of our generation, THE MONK WHO SOLD HIS FERRARI , deals with a similar concept, the one i liked better ,though ,was Ravi Subramaniam's version I BOUGHT THE MONK'S FERRARI..
he is quite clear about it..
to give up a Ferrari, u must possess one first.
that includes putting every inch of your body and soul into your work to earn it,
and then you appreciate the value of that Ferrari, it then means the most to you
and then to give it away.....
well the world will notice
it makes a real difference
90% of us live in a dreamy state of work culture, living in boundaries - set and determined by others- without realizing, why we are doing ,what?
Ask us, we say' we are working....very busy'
Ask us TO WHAT? we are foxed..
To what end are we working???
Do we have our Ferrari somewhere in sight, 10 years from now? 20 years from now?
Or do we expect someone to give it to us!
I think our commonest excuse is who needs a Ferrari?
I do not really want to show off!
How many people have a Ferrari anyway,and see they are happy !
Do you think a Ferrari will make you truly happy?
what subtle escapism behind our basic weaknesses, our failures
and all of us sigh each time a Ferrari passes us by...
this is us
who is the worlds greatest philanthropist?
warren buffet , bill gates?
two of the richest men on this earth
between themselves they donated about $80 billion dollars....
why are we appreciating them ?
we honor them because they made that much of a fortune first, they made it themselves, it was theirs to give away
i give to charity too
a mere 100 rs-2000 rs a month,i say well thats good enough,i make less so i give less..
why is my charity anyway less than theirs?
because its not worth it,
Each drop goes into making the ocean they say
but remember, its easier if u have a sea or a river to give..
u get noticed
the seventh horse needs to rise from the 90% populace,find his way out , make a difference
needs to live
not just survive
he fell in love
he said i'll give my life for you
she asked -and what is your life worth anyway?
...............
उसका क्या जो दंतहीन विषरहित विनीत सरल हो ...
Years back, i memorized this stanza from the famous कुरुक्षेत्र , a poem by Shri Ramdhari
Singh Dinker.
it was so apt..the erstwhile Yudhisthir to talk of penance, charity, truth, duty, commitment, and sacrifice.
but its really not worth it
the world doesn't appreciate it, because u must be someone before you do all this.
Today, if Iraq says we forgive the US of A, for every crime they committed on our soil, who the hell cares!
if the U.S.A does the same then: well , that is forgiveness
One of the bestsellers of our generation, THE MONK WHO SOLD HIS FERRARI , deals with a similar concept, the one i liked better ,though ,was Ravi Subramaniam's version I BOUGHT THE MONK'S FERRARI..
he is quite clear about it..
to give up a Ferrari, u must possess one first.
that includes putting every inch of your body and soul into your work to earn it,
and then you appreciate the value of that Ferrari, it then means the most to you
and then to give it away.....
well the world will notice
it makes a real difference
90% of us live in a dreamy state of work culture, living in boundaries - set and determined by others- without realizing, why we are doing ,what?
Ask us, we say' we are working....very busy'
Ask us TO WHAT? we are foxed..
To what end are we working???
Do we have our Ferrari somewhere in sight, 10 years from now? 20 years from now?
Or do we expect someone to give it to us!
I think our commonest excuse is who needs a Ferrari?
I do not really want to show off!
How many people have a Ferrari anyway,and see they are happy !
Do you think a Ferrari will make you truly happy?
what subtle escapism behind our basic weaknesses, our failures
and all of us sigh each time a Ferrari passes us by...
this is us
who is the worlds greatest philanthropist?
warren buffet , bill gates?
two of the richest men on this earth
between themselves they donated about $80 billion dollars....
why are we appreciating them ?
we honor them because they made that much of a fortune first, they made it themselves, it was theirs to give away
i give to charity too
a mere 100 rs-2000 rs a month,i say well thats good enough,i make less so i give less..
why is my charity anyway less than theirs?
because its not worth it,
Each drop goes into making the ocean they say
but remember, its easier if u have a sea or a river to give..
u get noticed
the seventh horse needs to rise from the 90% populace,find his way out , make a difference
needs to live
not just survive
he fell in love
he said i'll give my life for you
she asked -and what is your life worth anyway?
...............
Saturday, May 1, 2010
who is the seventh horse?
some say (correctly no doubt)that a society can only progress as fast as the slowest,most backward section of it moves ahead.to imagine that .1% of the society has progressed to a level that matches and outmatches the worlds topmost social strata,and therefore believe that indeed the country has advanced,is just that...imagination.which is why india is still developing,a huge mass is actually pulling it down and will keep on doing that till they can make some movement ahead!
to call it the classic indian crab tendency is a fallacy:these are handicapped crabs.they hardly can move themselves from their positions and r just about barely able to get food for themselves,to think they have the energy to pull a good crab down,well we need to rethink.
true they r slowing down the social chariot,like the proverbial seventh horse,but they really dont have the legs to carry themselves forward...
make the horse healthy,it will run again...
otherwise like surya's chariot we 'll miss the bus...
dont give them alms to survive,no charity please:make them strong enough to stand on their feet & rise in life,and believe this, that they will raise lives of everyone,,,,,
to call it the classic indian crab tendency is a fallacy:these are handicapped crabs.they hardly can move themselves from their positions and r just about barely able to get food for themselves,to think they have the energy to pull a good crab down,well we need to rethink.
true they r slowing down the social chariot,like the proverbial seventh horse,but they really dont have the legs to carry themselves forward...
make the horse healthy,it will run again...
otherwise like surya's chariot we 'll miss the bus...
dont give them alms to survive,no charity please:make them strong enough to stand on their feet & rise in life,and believe this, that they will raise lives of everyone,,,,,
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