Silly Emily

Every morning when the Sun shined through,

Emily would rise and run to the window to see who

Filled the day with bright colours and joy?

It was the Sun, silly, soaring up and high.

All day long the little girls and boys played,

In cheerful sunshine or in the gentler shade.

They picked fallen leaves and sprightly flowers,

And Berries bright in the afternoon hours!

They caught to pet - the beetles and butterflies,

And chased away the bees with their wild cries!

The cats and dogs would dance around in glee.

Oh! The Sunny days,  are just so happy, you see!

At her window, Emily waited thus each morning

Seeking the sizzly Sun from behind the yellow awning

“How could the Sun have so much joy to spread?”

Thought Emily, smitten, “What if he were the man, I wed?”

As the evening set, and she retired to her room,

Her eyes grew weary, burdened with a certain gloom.

Night wasn’t as enchanting as the day was to her.

And if you think otherwise, do write your own poem, Sir!

The chilly winds and their silence made matters worse,

Even the howling hounds couldn’t bear the night’s curse!

Cats were restless and in the darkness, went wild.

The tree leaves rustled, fell to the earth as they piled

There were mysterious whispers and rumours around,

The spirits foraged all night through the lost and found.

And despite his best efforts, there was only so much,

The Moon could do, in the dimly night time as such.

Emily lay awake and unsettled  in her bed at midnight.

Thinking how marrying the Sun would make it all right!

The night and its ways brought so much sorrow,

She had to pack her bags by daybreak tomorrow!

At dawn Emily wore her pink bow and her best dress,

After all, it was the day of decisions, the day to impress!

She carried a basket with sweets, lemonade and ice,

He could forever be hers today, if she played nice.

At the top of the hill on that beautiful day, Emily sat,

And laid out a picnic and went on with her little chat!

“Hey, Mr. Sun! Won’t you join me for a bit, down here?!”

“You must be hot, and I have some ice for you, my dear!”

The Sun melted when he heard her sweet voice,

A little speck in pink, speaking out was quite a surprise!

The Sun said, “How lovely and kind, I must say!”

“But it’s forbidden to be near the earth, so here I’ll stay.”

“Come on now, what could possibly go wrong?”

She asked, “Just come for a bit, it won’t be too long!”

“No one will notice here atop the hill, it’s just us two…”

“Ummm and there’s just one thing I want to say to you.”

“Go on,tell me little one” said the Sun, curiously,

“I’m a bit high up here but I can hear you quite clearly!”

“Ummm… ummm, this may seem a bit crazy, I know”

Said Emily, “I want to marry you and go where you go!”

The Sun laughed out loud, “ Each evening, I go west”

He said “and don’t get even just a moment of rest”

“If you went with me, you would lose every wink of sleep”

“And you’d be a groggy girl who'd really want to weep!”

“Oh, it’s evening already, I haven’t a moment to waste”

Said the sun to a glum Emily, and left in a haste!

She said to herself, “I’m tired, I really need to hit the sack.”

“But isn’t he a rude one!” Thought she as she walked back.

-Megha Vishwanath

Javed Akhtar's poems in Zindagi Milegi Na Dobara

Pighlay neelam sa behta hua yeh sama,
Neeli neeli si khamoshiyan;
Na kahin hai zameen,
Na kahin aasmaan;
Sarsaraati hui tehniyaan, pattiyaan;
Keh rahi hain ki bas ek tum ho yahaan,
Sirf main hoon, meri saansein hain, aur meri dhadkanein;
Aisi gehraiyaan,
Aisi tanhaiyaan,
Aur main sirf main
Apne honay pe mujhko yaqeen aa gaya…

This moment flows by like liquid sapphire
Silence like the blueness of the sea
No Earth below,
No Sky above.
The rustling of the branches and leaves
Whispering that only you are here
Only me, My breath, and my heartbeat
Depth like this (moment),
Loneliness like this (moment)
And me only me
And now I believe… I exist

Ik baat honton tak hai jo aayi nahi,
Bas ankhon say hai jhaankti,
Tumse kabhi, mujhse kabhi,
Kuch lafz hain woh maangti,
Jinko pehanke honton tak aa jaaye woh,
Aawaaz ki baahon mein baahein daalke ithlaye woh
Lekin jo yeh ik baat hai,
Ehsaas hi ehsaas hai…
Khushboo si hai jaise hawa mein tairti,
Khushboo jo be-aawaaz hai;
Jiska pata tumko bhi hai,
Jiski khabar mujhko bhi hai;
Duniya se bhi chupta nahin,
Yeh jaane kaisa raaz hai.

The truth that almost come to my lips
Is clear from my eyes
Sometimes from you, sometimes from me
It asks for words
To give it structure and come to my lips
To dance in the embrace of my voice
But this truth
Is a feeling, just a feeling…
Like a fragrance it floats in air,
A mute fragrance,
That you know is there,
That I know is there,
And is not hidden from this world,
What kind of secret is this?

Jab jab dard ka baadal chaya
Jab ghum ka saya lehraya
Jab aansoo palkon tak aya
Jab yeh tanha dil ghabraya
Humne dil ko yeh samjhaya
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai
Duniya mein yunhi hota hai.
Yeh jo gehre sannaate hain
Waqt ne sabko hi baante hain
Thoda ghum hai sabka qissa
Thodi dhoop hai sabka hissa
Aankh teri bekaar hi namm hai
Har pal ek naya mausam hai
Kyun tu aise pal khota hai
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai

Whenever the cloud of pain loomed
Whenever the shadow of suffering threatened
Whenever tears filled my eyes
Whenever this lonely heart was afraid
I consoled my heart
Why do you cry for my heart?
This happens everywhere in this world
These dark lonely moments.
Time has distributed them to all.
Some sadness is a part of everyone’s story,
Some sunshine a part of everyone’s life
You cry for an unworthy reason,
Every moment is a new season
Why do you lose your precious moments,
Why do you cry for my heart?

Dilon mein tum apni betaabiyan leke chal rahe ho
Toh zinda ho tum;
Nazar mein khwabon ki bijliyan leke chal rahe ho
Toh zinda ho tum;
Hawa ke jhokon ke jaise aazad rehno sikho,
Tum ek dariya ke jaise lehron mein behna sikho,
Har ek lamhe se tum milo khole apni bhaayein,
Har ek pal ek naya samha dekhen yeh nigahaein,
Jo apni aankhon mein hairaniyan leke chal rahe ho
Toh zinda ho tum;
Dilon mein tum apni betaabiyan leke chal rahe ho
Toh zinda ho tum;

If you carry impatience in your heart then you are alive
If you carry the sparkle of dreams in your eyes then you are alive
Learn to live like the gust of wind
Learn to flow like the stream among the waves
Receive every moment in life with open arms
See every moment as a new beginning
If you carry surprise in your eyes then you are alive
If you carry impatience in your heart then you are alive

Javed Akhtar in Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara

Around the Corner

by : by Charles Hanson Towne
1877-1949, written in 1900


Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.

And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.

And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.

"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him",
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.

Around the corner, yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

[My friend Vivek Rajashekar recommended I bookmark this one. I took the hint and met him last weekend :)]

Invictus - William Earnest Henley

If No One Ever Marries Me

If no one ever marries me --
And I don't see why they should,
For nurse says I'm not pretty,
And I'm seldom very good --

If no one ever marries me
I shan't mind very much,
I shall buy a squirrel in a cage
And a little rabbit-hutch;

I shall have a cottage near a wood,
And a pony all my own,
And a little lamb, quite clean and tame,
That I can take to town.

And when I'm getting really old --
At twenty-eight or nine --
I shall buy a little orphan-girl
And bring her up as mine.

by Lawrence Alma-Tadema

Wise words for a Wedding

Megs insists I post this. So, here goes. This was written for a scrap book that went around during a wedding in the family:

As you begin your new "happy married life"
Here is some (perhaps unsolicited?) advice
Even though you're always 'husband and wife'
To each other, say 'Please', 'Thank you' - BE NICE!

In each other's face, space, all the time
Magnifies flaws, issues in your sights
But do not argue for no reason or rhyme-
Only if it's important - PICK YOUR FIGHTS!

There will be pleasure, there will be pain
And all things emotional in this range
Getting married is like being born again
Be very prepared - BE READY TO CHANGE!

It feels new now, beautiful, holds you in thrall
But over time you may tire, get bored, be spent
It takes work to make it work in the long haul
You'll need to REFRESH, REJUVENATE, REINVENT!

Be close, be near to your loved one's heart
But keep some space, SOMETIMES LET GO
"For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow*"

*with apologies to Khalil Gibran

A jerky ride...

Not one of my best, I think. But this did happen. This is for S & S. I've completely lost touch with one of you. I hope all's well wherever you are and whatever you are doing :

I woke up this morning and got on with life,
So many things to do, in a short-lived day!
Battle on young soldier in self inflicted strife ...
So many victories await me, no time for play!

And I zoomed out into a sea of black smoke,
Waded for an hour, till my destination showed.
Not a sign of fortune, not a lucky stroke,
Made my day easier with the routine work code.

And I headed back in the reverse direction,
Tracing the paths I had tread hours back.
And cut through the engulfing dust and pollution,
Praying the rest of time would cut me some slack.

In just one short glimpse, of friends by the lane,
Good 'ol memories came by to visit a lone ranger.
Of the timeless talks, I engaged in, time and again,
With a friend, who years ago, was less like a stranger.

What times were they ! Every happy moment counted.
Little gifts and hand written messages were a treasure.
No pretentions, no aspirations were ever flaunted.
When smiles flowed freely, genuine, without any pressure.

And in a moment of rude shock I saw I had stopped,
A little too long at a signal, while others whizzed past.
Caught in a still frame, my confidence had dropped,
And weakly I hoped that moment would forever last.

I could feel nothing, no urge lasted, nothing to grope,
No prejudice, no aggression, no fear, no feeling to bind ...
And in that flash, my heart was filled with the hope,
For the oxymorons of our time, an empty thought and a vacant mind!

The Clock of Life by Robert H Smith

   The clock of life is wound but once
  And no man has the power
  To tell just where the hands will stop,
  At late or early hour.

  To lose one's wealth is sad indeed,
  To lose one's health is more.
  To lose one's soul is such a loss
  As no man can restore.

  The present only is our own.
  Live, love, toil with a will.
  Place no faith in 'tomorrow'
  For the clock may then be still.

Rhyming weed...

There was once a time of splendid, but silent thoughts,

Written down in speechless curves, dashes and dots.

A time when in the wordy gymnastics with a paper and pen,

Only a special few could get themselves a perfect ten!

And today, writing is but just a commoner's hobby..

With growing opinions in every new writer's lobby.

Look around you and you'll see someone tearing down the Internet,

And vehemently, with a sharp toothed mouse and a boisterous key set.

Tip, Tap, Clack, Click, Tip, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Clack, Click

On goes the constant chattering with words, that we carelessly pick.

In this way of today, where few can distinguish their words as good,

Grab a chance, claim my fame, publish this poem, I should!

Before this paper fades, and my writing - no one can really read...

I must walk into the isles of my blog and sow this tiny seed

For in a crowded garden of countless flowers, who'd notice but a weed?

Driftwood

I'm a piece of driftwood on the stream
No purpose in life, no cherished dream
Going however the current carries me forth
I love nothing and nothing do I loath

Sometimes I get entangled in a crevice or rock
Trees and bushes my way they block
Always the current pushes me on, and then I'm free
Drifting down for the rendezvous with the sea

Nothing more than clay in a potter's hand
Drifting mid-river, now resting on beach sand
Meeting the sea is destined, so I can't be late
So I'm washed away again by the currents of fate

Along the way, other driftwood I see
To some I cling, from some I flee
Some I love, I wish they would stay
But they all finally, just drift away

So it makes me sad, I'm all alone
Bruised and battered, cold to the bone
But there's the sea, just beyond this slope
The journey's end is my only hope

I've reached the sea, no more struggle and strife
I've reached the end, on the river of life
Show's over folks,now lets wind up fast
Freedom and peace, I'm home at last

-Prem

पथ की पहचान


पूर्व चलने के बटोही बाट की पहचान कर ले।

पुस्तकों में है नहीं
छापी गई इसकी कहानी
हाल इसका ज्ञात होता
है न औरों की जबानी

अनगिनत राही गए
इस राह से उनका पता क्या
पर गए कुछ लोग इस पर
छोड़ पैरों की निशानी

यह निशानी मूक होकर
भी बहुत कुछ बोलती है
खोल इसका अर्थ पंथी
पंथ का अनुमान कर ले।

पूर्व चलने के बटोही बाट की पहचान कर ले।

यह बुरा है या कि अच्छा
व्यर्थ दिन इस पर बिताना
अब असंभव छोड़ यह पथ
दूसरे पर पग बढ़ाना

तू इसे अच्छा समझ
यात्रा सरल इससे बनेगी
सोच मत केवल तुझे ही
यह पड़ा मन में बिठाना

हर सफल पंथी यही
विश्वास ले इस पर बढ़ा है
तू इसी पर आज अपने
चित्त का अवधान कर ले।

पूर्व चलने के बटोही बाट की पहचान कर ले।

है अनिश्चित किस जगह पर
सरित गिरि गह्वर मिलेंगे
है अनिश्चित किस जगह पर
बाग वन सुंदर मिलेंगे

किस जगह यात्रा खतम हो
जाएगी यह भी अनिश्चित
है अनिश्चित कब सुमन कब
कंटकों के शर मिलेंगे

कौन सहसा छू जाएँगे
मिलेंगे कौन सहसा
आ पड़े कुछ भी रुकेगा
तू न ऐसी आन कर ले।

पूर्व चलने के बटोही बाट की पहचान कर ले।

Harivansh Rai Bachchan

Since, this is my first post, its apt that I start with the introduction that means parichay..
परिचय

सलिल कण हूँ, या पारावार हूँ मैं

स्वयं छाया, स्वयं आधार हूँ मैं

बँधा हूँ, स्वपन हूँ, लघु वृत हूँ मैं

नहीं तो व्योम का विस्तार हूँ मैं

समाना चाहता है, जो बीन उर में

विकल उस शुन्य की झनंकार हूँ मैं

भटकता खोजता हूँ, ज्योति तम में

सुना है ज्योति का आगार हूँ मैं

जिसे निशि खोजती तारे जलाकर

उसीका कर रहा अभिसार हूँ मैं

जनम कर मर चुका सौ बार लेकिन

अगम का पा सका क्या पार हूँ मैं

कली की पंखुडीं पर ओस-कण में

रंगीले स्वपन का संसार हूँ मैं

मुझे क्या आज ही या कल झरुँ मैं

सुमन हूँ, एक लघु उपहार हूँ मैं

मधुर जीवन हुआ कुछ प्राण! जब से

लगा ढोने व्यथा का भार हूँ मैं

रुंदन अनमोल धन कवि का, इसी से

पिरोता आँसुओं का हार हूँ मैं

मुझे क्या गर्व हो अपनी विभा का

चिता का धूलिकण हूँ, क्षार हूँ मैं

पता मेरा तुझे मिट्टी कहेगी

समा जिस्में चुका सौ बार हूँ मैं

न देंखे विश्व, पर मुझको घृणा से

मनुज हूँ, सृष्टि का श्रृंगार हूँ मैं

पुजारिन, धुलि से मुझको उठा ले

तुम्हारे देवता का हार हूँ मैं

सुनुँ क्या सिंधु, मैं गर्जन तुम्हारा

स्वयं युग-धर्म की हुँकार हूँ मैं

कठिन निर्घोष हूँ भीषण अशनि का

प्रलय-गांडीव की टंकार हूँ मैं

दबी सी आग हूँ भीषण क्षुधा का

दलित का मौन हाहाकार हूँ मैं

सजग संसार, तू निज को सम्हाले

प्रलय का क्षुब्ध पारावार हूँ मैं

बंधा तुफान हूँ, चलना मना है

बँधी उद्याम निर्झर-धार हूँ मैं

कहूँ क्या कौन हूँ, क्या आग मेरी

बँधी है लेखनी, लाचार हूँ मैं ।।

रामधारी सिंह 'दिनकर'

शक्ति और क्षमा !

कवि: रामधारी सिंह "दिनकर"

क्षमा, दया, तप, त्याग, मनोबल, सबका लिया सहारा
पर नर व्याघ सुयोधन तुमसे, कहो कहाँ कब हारा?

क्षमाशील हो ॠपु-सक्षम, तुम हुये विनीत जितना ही
दुष्ट कौरवों ने तुमको, कायर समझा उतना ही

क्षमा शोभती उस भुजंग को, जिसके पास गरल है
उसका क्या जो दंतहीन, विषरहित विनीत सरल है

तीन दिवस तक पंथ मांगते, रघुपति सिंधु किनारे
बैठे पढते रहे छन्द, अनुनय के प्यारे प्यारे

उत्तर में जब एक नाद भी, उठा नही सागर से
उठी अधीर धधक पौरुष की, आग राम के शर से

सिंधु देह धर त्राहि-त्राहि, करता आ गिरा शरण में
चरण पूज दासता गृहण की, बंधा मूढ़ बन्धन में

सच पूछो तो शर में ही, बसती है दीप्ति विनय की
संधिवचन सम्पूज्य उसीका, जिसमे शक्ति विजय की

सहनशीलता, क्षमा, दया को, तभी पूजता जग है
बल का दर्प चमकता उसके, पीछे जब जगमग है !

I Won't Say A Word by Arden Davidson

I Won't Say A Word - Arden Davidson

There are words I'm not allowed to say.
I really don't know why.
But once when I said one of them,
I made my mother cry.

I'm still not quite sure what it meant.
(It slipped out unexpected).
But my mother told my father,
and for now, I'm not respected.

My father told my neighbor
and my neighbor told his kid.
Now I'm an outcast at my school
and I don't know what I did!

The school told everyone in town,
that bad word that I said.
Now my preacher told my father
that I need help in the head.

I'll never use that word again.
I'll lament and I'll repent.
I only wish I had a clue
what the heck that darn word meant!

Strange encounters...

This poem is not about aliens :) !

Ever thought why she keeps calling and who's on the line,
When the tele-marketeer calls on a given morning at nine?

Ever remember that noble soul who led you all the way,
An unknown city, roads less traveled, by trust per se?

Ever wondered how the journey went past in lesser while,
Sitting next to a little child, with song along every mile?

Ever figured on the way back home, what's on a cabbie's mind,
Worrying if you struck a conversation, a tell-tale would unwind?

Ever appreciated the wise-cracks of a bus driver en route,
A man nice to you, but in traffic, among brutes is a brute?

Ever recollected the names of all your teachers in school,
Good or bad they tried their best, to help you fish in the pool?

Ever gave an opinion on what would be a better dress to choose,
To fellow-shopper, alone in the colorful riot, leashes let loose?

Ever tipped a handy man more generously for the errands run for you,
For money or not, the service he lends is not what your peers do?

Ever offered an old woman help to cross the crowded street,
Even if you didn't stop courteously, when in the busy-car fleet?

Ever questioned if we are meant to be meet strangers, just like this,
In the cosmic chaos of life, with social conduct codes amiss?

It's a dog's life ...

I've never had a pet. It's only been a while since I've been comfortable around dogs. But this post has got nothing to do with pets or dogs... if I may help, I think this is about the superiority complex of human beings ! I know we are not simple animals ... but we do have a knack for complicating things !

It's a dog's life... do they say?
When Tuffy enjoys the "jump and play",
When "fetch" isn't a monotonous word...
For greater loyalty that men find absurd.

It's a dog's life... do they say?
When Tuffy has no choices by the day,
When life is at it's simplest best,
And he's peaceful, while men at unrest?

It's a dog's life... do they say?
When Tuffy cries always, when he may,
When his feeling needn't be buried deep,
While men, fake hard for toughness to keep!

It's a dog's life... do they say?
When hunger means food, and cat means prey,
With basics met, are at the bare minimum
While men, falsely showcase prosperity to some!

It's a dog's life... they say...
When Tuffy in his kennel, duty-bound, lay..
By day and by night, asleep, awake,
By cozy bedrooms, for the Responsibility's sake

It's a dog's life... they say...
When Tuffy eats his biscuit array,
When not variety, but survival matters,
While Men dine over choicer platters !

It's a dog's life... they say...
When Tuffy has a heavy price to pay,
A stick not to spoil, forces the good manner,
For "stress" screws loosened, need doggy-spanner!

It's a dog's life... they say...
When Tuffy never stayed away,
But children left and parents cried,
Debts thought paid, and love denied!

It's a dog's life indeed, in a lot of ways,
But our lives reflected in the very phrase !

Life is calling….!!

I looked out of my window
On the tenth floor;
A long day at work
My eyes were sore…

The evening had grown
A shade darker;
Our twin tower and the closest ground
Seemed way too farther…

As I stood gazing at the nothingness
In wonder;
‘What a sterile static landscape’
I happened to murmur…


Just then amidst all darkness
Little starry lights sprang to life
Heaven seemed to have descended
Wearing a star studded gown in style…


Someone somewhere must have
Flipped on the lights in routine
To me it seemed Life had beckoned,
Tickled and outsmarted me!

A Tribute to Radio

Especially early Radio City and Radio One's Bangalore channels. Man! Have they been consistent with their special characters or what!

It's been a while since I got my hands dirty,
Spun some verses or held some charcoal and be so arty...
It's the rush of the day that's got me in tangles,
But from happy times around, my spirit still dangles!

I turn on the Radio sometime during the day,
And on comes Chamrajpet Charles with so much to say.
What Child he says, sometimes calls me James,
Tells stories of the tipsy town, puts Suzy to shames!

Sometimes it's Ghanta Singh in his weird histrionics,
Calling real neighbours, adding humour to telephonics.
An old man, with pretty much all the time in hand,
Killing with questions, no one wants to understand.

Comes Professor Ulfat Sultan in his School of Speech,
And the noble thoughts of his to extend English's reach!
Stained with an accent and pained by his wife,
With words thus spoken, he plays his funny fife !

Auto Shankar is not so new to our little town,
But the messages he bring, wear a guiltless gown...
Kudos to the connect with his fans with gentle ease,
And applying the social messages, like a coat of grease...

Whom am I awaiting yet, still tuned in this half hour
None but the flamboyant and iconic Rajani Saar!
"Kannaa..." he says, I imagine a cigarette flipped,
Smile to the face, Ears to the radio, while he quipped.

Cotton Kamakshi and her gentleness highness,
Has an answer to all of her boyfriend's silliness,
A smirk and a laugh, and taunting bouncer,
Ask her a dumb question and get a dumber answer!

Remember Lingo Leela's sessions on the local slanguage?
Sister Stella with love to heal and her reused bandage!
Ungle Appukuttan with his mallu renditions of a Hindi song,
Or Babbar Sher's limerick-al treat for which crowds throng.

Haven't heard Hema Aunty yet, but bet there's promise,
Glad there's all this creativity, without fun amiss!
It's times like this, when I surrender my talents
To the greater Gods of humour and their worthy 2 cents

I'm glad there's a medium that can make me laugh
With my family and friends, or even on their behalf
Thanks to the radio boom in the last half decade
Good to tread a free channel walk with the humour parade!

Good one this... :)

http://infochangeindia.org/kids/poems_01.php - and more good ones here

I'm Sick Of Learning Lochinvar
Sampurna Chattarji

I’m sick of learning Lochinvar,
I’m sick of Robert Frost,
Kept stopping by those snowy woods –
Why didn’t he go get lost?

And daffodils and babbling brooks,
I don’t care if they’re pretty,
I’d rather read a wicked poem
About living in my city.

I don’t mind the Highwayman
With that hat upon his brow!
But all that happened long ago,
Doesn’t anyone write about now?

If someone ever asked me
(As if someone ever would!)
I’d tell them what I’d like
To make a poem good.

I’d like a poem about my dog,
Ringitt is his name
(And Ringitt is a currency –
Didn’t know that – what a shame!)

Or a poem about my sister’s friend
(The two of them are three)
Who comes over to our house
Only when she wants to pee.

Or perhaps a really serious one
About dragons and dragonflies
A poem with really serious facts
Instead of only lies.

No poems about pirates please,
I’d prefer one on sport.
Or a super genius child who
Invented a game of thought.

But who’s listening and where can I
Find such poems on the shelf?
Who cares, I know a better way –
I’ll write them all myself!

Untitled and Confused...

Hasn't been that long, has it ;) ? Writer's blocks could last longer !
So my new project ... this. Meant to create the emotional-shutters effect. "Open shutter"- "Close shutter" -"Open shutter"- "Close shutter" . Not sure if it works for all, but my attempt anyways.
I however simply titled this screen shot "Zebra" !