Tiny and Shiny - Series...

This one was my tease... written for an ex-colleague of mine... in the course of an interesting new person's short stint with us.

Part ONE :

Tiny and Shiny wanted to talk,
So Tiny and Shiny went for a walk.
Tiny says to Shiny.."Let's walk further away!"
Shiny says..."Oh not farther than the bay!"
Came the bay, and they stopped in silence
Far somewhere a motorboat rumbled in violence
The next minute came along the Don
Tiny and Shiny's faces began to fawn!
The gunfire sounded the couple were scared
Shiny behind him, as well ahead Tiny dared,
The gunpoint aimed at our hero, all ready to go
When up from behind came the huge blow!
That's how our story went...where it went doesnt matter!
Shiny ran away with the Don ..and Tiny drowned in the Water!

Part TWO :

The sounds of Tiny's heart breaking,
The ground beneath his feet shaking,
His long love all torn apart,
As Shiny boards the bullock cart,
The gallant Fiero, he cycles right behind,
His heart weeps,with her memories on mind,
At the intersection they take different ways,
All this strong sentiment hardly ever pays,
Heart break..again.. all a part of the game..
He'll start again, this time with another dame.

Part ONE and HALF:

This one was written by another colleague of mine in response to the Part ONE . I disturbed him from his deep slumber to show off... and got a handsome payback :)

To thee, I give my applause
For imagination that fleeted without a pause.

Rumbling, it was, not the water, mind you,
it was the run-away wildness of thoughts anew.

As the bay waited in quietness to don the shine
My sleep vanished as I glanced thy creation with these eyes of mine.

Pleasant shock it was to learn new truths
of people who wrote in their fanciful youth

Pleasant also, for I can write too
poems so simple, when there's nothing else to do

Awaken may you now to the glory of afternoon
And better get to work, and better do it soon.

I'm a woman...

The first of my Women's Day Poems... inspired and meant to antagonize my batchmate- PJM's " I am a Man and I am proud of it!" ... If anyone remembers that one :P ... he he

She was the woman dressed in white,
The traces of blue at the edges,
With missionaries of charity, holy and bright
She cleansed our land with her dredges!

When man thought of war, and went on to destroy
She was right behind listening, she heard their cry!
With wounds of soldiers lying in the camp
She worked indefatigabily, the lady with the lamp!

When the world had comfort and leisure to offer
She chose all hardship, chose to suffer,
Compassion not just to humans, dedication not just to sciences
She spent a life with our earlier forms, lived with them in their crisis!

She tells her different tales, she portrays a variety of roles
She plays each part,a work of art and reaches all her goals
Although, some of them are sweet, some of them are bitter
Seldom will you hear her grouse, rarely feel the jitter!

The embodiment of endurance and love,
She works down here, works for God above!
The dearness of life, the art of living,
The pursuit of happiness, the joy of giving,
She carries them all with such wonderful grace,
She's the child blessed with God's true embrace!

If only all the men in the world understood what effort is needed
And if only all her troubles were told, her grievances were heeded!
Of the mother they're part of, of the sister that they take support,
Of the wife who endures, of the daughter who cares,
Men could show their gratitude and truth in it's purport
That would help them define themselves- that'd be a man who dares!

This womens' day, I call out to her and I question her conviction
Tell her her life is a beautiful reality and do away with all the fiction
If she'd just know what she's really worth, and she's worth every bit,
She'd say it more often, she'd say this-" I'm a woman and I'm proud of it!"

Idle busy-ness

One from 4 years ago.... And now sometimes I wish I had an exam... like a purpose ... once in a while

Sometimes I also feel maybe everyday is an exam... :)

There's a time when just staring at the ceiling,
Returns such happiness...cant tell how i'm feeling!
When memories of good old times keep coming back,
It fascinates me - how huge ... my memory stack!
Compelling thoughts of the near future and fun
Sets free my imagination and wildly it does run!
My heart skips a beat every time the phone rings
And most often than not, to someone else's tune it sings.
And the clock's ticking is so inconspicous,
When my emptiness is the object of such a fuss!
When voices from around come rattling through
And I snap back...hey, dont tell me what to do!
Up from sleep, my senses show so much resistance,
And eating seems to be the only reason for existence!
It's surprising, I read anything and everything I can find,
And how irrelevent things i need to read,seem to my mind!
Poetry becomes my food for thought and soul
And getting one together...then my ultimate goal!
These are the simple pleasures of doing nothing,
Make life so satisfied so happy... so fulfilling.
So much for happiness, that worries I now begin to garner,
Scare me now...this time, exams're just'round the corner!

The World to Me...

Was written for someone I immensely respect ... :)

Broadminded and western, guarding by the tough Rockies,
Dense, unexplored and natural, is the Amazon, one sees,
Comforting Savannas and calm Sahara, on an African Safari,
Diversity and endurance is what the Asian clans carry
Rich and secure, apple of the Queen's eye, Down Under,
Industrious and wise, is the Post-Renaissance splendor,
Cold, quiet, mystic and peaceful are the sleeted poles,
All continents, embracing the oceans, play their roles!
And you who bear all these virtues, for us to learn and be
Will remain, forever special, for you mean the world to me!

2005's new year poem

Poem I wrote for the New Year 2006... just after the Tsunami...


I am born among Mother Earth's various off springs
For me, songs of compassion and spirit, Nature sings

The Spring arrives, brings with her merry greens,
Flora and fauna sing and dance in splendid scenes,
In the clear skies, stars sparkle all bright,
But I walk farther for a diamond while I might

As the Autumn's hues over leaves unfold
I am gifted with Midas's touch of gold,
They fall down on me, precious to gather,
But I dig deeper for shining metal rather,

The Showers pour on the window's cob webs all night,
Glittering curtains bring through gentle sunlight,
Silver drops along the railing's ridge trickle
But I work longer for earning a worthy nickel,

Winter and Chill enter my lonely life together,
Call for sitting around warmth in the weather,
The Sky flakes kindly over me leaving snow covers,
But I look beyond Her, to dream of Ivory towers,

I bind beauty in cages, capture birds flying free,
I rest on wooden luxury, cut down a living tree!
I claim compassion, while my burden, animals bear,
And the love for you, I claim often, is actually rare!

Blessed am I, with such intelligence and speech,
But I wrong all of it for everything in my reach!
I have survived another year, in such disgrace,
I can not complain if the Oceans reflect rocking menace,

While the Powerful, avenge us with their mighty waves,
I thank my Mother for every friend of mine she saves!
And Mother is so truly giving, I have another chance,
This year I will have more to see than in a glance.

Mother and me will live this year, with amity and grace,
Only my eyes dare capture memories of Her smiling face!
Four seasons that encompass a whole Year's expressions,
Come to me again, as a promise of priceless lessons!

Roads and Crossroads

A flimsy little one I felt compelled to write for my friends in Tokyo... Also was trying out, how three-line rhyme appeals to one's senses... If you survive through, let me know :)

At crossroads, we always long for a while more.
There's ease and comforts in the smiles we wore.
More to hear and more to say, of now and before...

At crossroads, we are met with exciting newness,
Of possibilities, challenges, failures and success.
And well mapped out ways for the direction-less.

At crossroads, looking back at what we left behind...
There'll be people and places that were very kind,
And memories deeply etched in a willing mind!

At crossroads, are bygones and good times bode,
There're your roads ahead, with promises aboard,
Let the glasses rise, here, now, one for the Road...
One last time, for you, me and for the Crossroads!

Daffodils...

For the inspiration it brought to someone I know... inspired enough to help the pleasure should reach out... and to transliterate into Kannada...

Kande naa hathu savira lilly hoovugalanna...


I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: -
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -and gazed -but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought.

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.
- William Wordsworth...

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

With my bias for Robert Frost's dark - nature - obessessed poetry, below I add the famous and my favourite ...

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening - Robert Frost.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it's queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

A Poison Tree

In my desparation to keep our blog alive, I have subscribed to About's a- poem- a- day. That doesn't mean I will bombard the blog with a poem everyday. It just means that now a nice play of words such as the one below will have more visibility among our limited audience...

A Poison Tree by William Blake,

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with my smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree

Parity....

In my second year of volunteering for a Note Book distribution drive, we were giving away slates to 1st standard kids, in a particular Government school I visit. A friend of mine was handing out slates to all the kids, whose names were being called out by the teacher. At the end of it all, we checked with her if she was done. She called out once more to ask if all of them had had their chance. Just in time, she realised that she hadn't called one little boy's name out. He was sitting by a corner and didn't even complain. If I were him, I'd not only feel bad that my name wasn't called out, but I'd also raise my hand and rake a fuss or look upset. I went over and asked him, why he didn't ask for due attention. And he took out a old slate from his tattered bag next to him, and said he already had that one form the previous year's drive. His honesty, the sparkle in his eyes, the simplicity of his thoughts.....just killed me. Still kills me each time I remember his face. 7 year old innocence... I pray good things happen with that little fellow. I pray that his innocence will last a while longer atleast. I pray that there always be people who value truth and honesty. I pray that some day there will be equity, equality and "Parity"....

The rich man saw the ragged small boy and tossed at him a nickel,
But soon had his face go red, felt the coin in his pockets tickle,
As he walked wearing a satisfied smile by the false sense of parity...
He was belittled by a little hand, that refused the dime of charity!