Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Mr.Truth.
The small town, sleepy and at ease in its deceit and dishonesty went through the motions of daily life.No one was bothered or rattled by the enormity of lies making the usual rounds.Until,at the crack of the dawn,an unsuspecting intruder ruffled feathers and how!
The early morning haze partially and almost successfully concealed the nudity of the stranger to the town.As the bright sun started shining in full splendour,the stark naked stranger started arousing curiosity and unease among the inhabitants.They were not used to such public show of nudity.
As always happens in such cases,it was this little child who started tagging along with the stranger and they started chatting.The obvious fallout of the conversation was the need to know the name of the stranger.And it was revealed that the name was "Truth".
The news spread like wild fire and the well meaning subjects of the town,started the process in good faith of covering the nudity and obscenity on display.They had stumbled upon someone similar,time and again,in the past.But they had the wherewithal to get up immediately,shake off the dusty remnants of these truthlings.Then they had gone ahead as if nothing had ever happened.
By the time,the new entrant could navigate through the small alleys and get familiar with the town and its inmates,a strange phenomenon swept the town residents.The philanthropic,charitable spirit suddenly came to the fore.They started covering the nudity by whatever was available to them.The basic cover came from the raw,petty criminals.The smart and suave thugs embellished the stranger with greater subtlety at their disposal.There were deceit and lies,shallowness and flattery,sycophancy and dishonesty,corruption and bribery-all in full glory.While the stranger had been able to walk only a few paces with that child as the guide,the residents had managed to sweep the entire town with their armoury and arsenal.While the stranger had not managed to clad in half a pants,the residents had managed to attire themselves in robes and ornaments of great splendour.
The stranger was really stifled and suffocated with all the adornments and glorious layers heaped on him.He managed all the strength at his disposal and shook off all the layers.
Finally,he prevailed.He set himself free and threw away all the robes and satins.And he spoke,"I am Mr.Truth".
The whole town erupted into a raucous laughter.They had never been amused like this before.The stranger had become the talk of the town.And still as i go around,the grapevine has it that that was the funniest joke they had ever heard.
The commodity supplies meager and scarce
Yet the demand surprisingly, also scarce!
Is it the repugnance
Or actually a scare?
Truth,is often seen hunting
For seekers and keepers
It is its grain that it goes around
Stark naked it is found
It is we who feel its shame
Clothe and cover it with lies
Offer excuses lame
Seeking moments of glory and fame!
Truth shall prevail
But hope, before it ceases to be of any avail
In the journey, an unending travail.
It shall set us free
Whether anyone else does agree.........
The early morning haze partially and almost successfully concealed the nudity of the stranger to the town.As the bright sun started shining in full splendour,the stark naked stranger started arousing curiosity and unease among the inhabitants.They were not used to such public show of nudity.
As always happens in such cases,it was this little child who started tagging along with the stranger and they started chatting.The obvious fallout of the conversation was the need to know the name of the stranger.And it was revealed that the name was "Truth".
The news spread like wild fire and the well meaning subjects of the town,started the process in good faith of covering the nudity and obscenity on display.They had stumbled upon someone similar,time and again,in the past.But they had the wherewithal to get up immediately,shake off the dusty remnants of these truthlings.Then they had gone ahead as if nothing had ever happened.
By the time,the new entrant could navigate through the small alleys and get familiar with the town and its inmates,a strange phenomenon swept the town residents.The philanthropic,charitable spirit suddenly came to the fore.They started covering the nudity by whatever was available to them.The basic cover came from the raw,petty criminals.The smart and suave thugs embellished the stranger with greater subtlety at their disposal.There were deceit and lies,shallowness and flattery,sycophancy and dishonesty,corruption and bribery-all in full glory.While the stranger had been able to walk only a few paces with that child as the guide,the residents had managed to sweep the entire town with their armoury and arsenal.While the stranger had not managed to clad in half a pants,the residents had managed to attire themselves in robes and ornaments of great splendour.
The stranger was really stifled and suffocated with all the adornments and glorious layers heaped on him.He managed all the strength at his disposal and shook off all the layers.
Finally,he prevailed.He set himself free and threw away all the robes and satins.And he spoke,"I am Mr.Truth".
The whole town erupted into a raucous laughter.They had never been amused like this before.The stranger had become the talk of the town.And still as i go around,the grapevine has it that that was the funniest joke they had ever heard.
The commodity supplies meager and scarce
Yet the demand surprisingly, also scarce!
Is it the repugnance
Or actually a scare?
Truth,is often seen hunting
For seekers and keepers
It is its grain that it goes around
Stark naked it is found
It is we who feel its shame
Clothe and cover it with lies
Offer excuses lame
Seeking moments of glory and fame!
Truth shall prevail
But hope, before it ceases to be of any avail
In the journey, an unending travail.
It shall set us free
Whether anyone else does agree.........
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Silence of the Gods.
So conscious of the crunch of the cinder
Of the feet pounding it right under
Every step ruffling the silence,louder
The trees,the birds gaping at the two legged wonder
The delicate fabric of silence torn to shreds
Forcing nature,yet again to pick the threads
Then i looked around.....
The ants,regimental in a row
Marching noiselessly to the burrow
The birds quiet in their nests
With the little ones in tow
The kittens,huddled,at peace
Waiting for the sun to go low
Not even a complaining meow
Even the usually frisky dogs
Exchanging a silent pow-wow !
What a shattering sound
Their silence made!
Silence was their reply
To the blissfully ignorant !
Hugely embarrassed,i stopped.......
And i heard the rustle of the leaves
Or was it the whispers of Gods?
Of the feet pounding it right under
Every step ruffling the silence,louder
The trees,the birds gaping at the two legged wonder
The delicate fabric of silence torn to shreds
Forcing nature,yet again to pick the threads
Then i looked around.....
The ants,regimental in a row
Marching noiselessly to the burrow
The birds quiet in their nests
With the little ones in tow
The kittens,huddled,at peace
Waiting for the sun to go low
Not even a complaining meow
Even the usually frisky dogs
Exchanging a silent pow-wow !
What a shattering sound
Their silence made!
Silence was their reply
To the blissfully ignorant !
Hugely embarrassed,i stopped.......
And i heard the rustle of the leaves
Or was it the whispers of Gods?
Friday, May 15, 2009
Back to School
Yes,it's
Time to go back to school.....
Yes,i want to rush
So that i am the first
To sit on my favourite bench
Nice and plush....
Eons since i sang aloud
Now,i want to go back
Sing the national anthem
Clear and loud...
Miss the aroma of the virgin,new paper
Of my new notebooks
Want to smell the paper
Yes,i want to go back to school...
Never bothered to write lately
Now want to write neatly
On the first page
Of my new notebook...
Yes,i want to go back to school...
Want to fling the water bottle
And cup my hand under the tap
Want to quench my thirst
With that tepid metallic water
Yes,i want to go back to school...
Lunch boxes and hygienic food
Take a walk
Want to gorge the iced tomatoes
And diced guavas
And cucumbers loaded with
Salt and chili and pepper
Want to cry
While gorging on the spices
And want to gasp for water
All over again...
Oh,i am dying to go back to school....
Let the cycle wheel be the stumps
The stone covered in the rags be the ball
The neem stick,the bat
Cricket has never been the same again
Yes,i want to go back to school....
Want to dream of pouring rain
While the drizzle starts in the night
For all the excitement
Of a rainy,unexpected holiday
For the dream come true
Yes,i want to go back to school...
Darkness creeping in
The ball lost
The time spent in looking for the ball
More than the time spent in playing cricket...
Oh,i miss it so much
Yes,i want to go back to school...
The plush foam and the reclining chairs
Hurt the back
The rough edges and poking nails
Of my favourite bench
Soothed my back
Air conditioned office
Makes me stiff
It makes me perpetually sniff
Want to sit in the warm classroom
No fans,but lots of friends
Open windows and cool breeze
Yes,i want to go back to school...
They taught me a lot
I seem to have lost it all
They told me childhood is the gift of God
I have come to fathom its meaning,now
Want to clear my doubt
As i always used to
Want to ask my wise teacher
Yet again
"May i come in,sir?"
To clear my doubts and seek the peace
Oh Yes,i am going back to school.....
Time to go back to school.....
Yes,i want to rush
So that i am the first
To sit on my favourite bench
Nice and plush....
Eons since i sang aloud
Now,i want to go back
Sing the national anthem
Clear and loud...
Miss the aroma of the virgin,new paper
Of my new notebooks
Want to smell the paper
Yes,i want to go back to school...
Never bothered to write lately
Now want to write neatly
On the first page
Of my new notebook...
Yes,i want to go back to school...
Want to fling the water bottle
And cup my hand under the tap
Want to quench my thirst
With that tepid metallic water
Yes,i want to go back to school...
Lunch boxes and hygienic food
Take a walk
Want to gorge the iced tomatoes
And diced guavas
And cucumbers loaded with
Salt and chili and pepper
Want to cry
While gorging on the spices
And want to gasp for water
All over again...
Oh,i am dying to go back to school....
Let the cycle wheel be the stumps
The stone covered in the rags be the ball
The neem stick,the bat
Cricket has never been the same again
Yes,i want to go back to school....
Want to dream of pouring rain
While the drizzle starts in the night
For all the excitement
Of a rainy,unexpected holiday
For the dream come true
Yes,i want to go back to school...
Darkness creeping in
The ball lost
The time spent in looking for the ball
More than the time spent in playing cricket...
Oh,i miss it so much
Yes,i want to go back to school...
The plush foam and the reclining chairs
Hurt the back
The rough edges and poking nails
Of my favourite bench
Soothed my back
Air conditioned office
Makes me stiff
It makes me perpetually sniff
Want to sit in the warm classroom
No fans,but lots of friends
Open windows and cool breeze
Yes,i want to go back to school...
They taught me a lot
I seem to have lost it all
They told me childhood is the gift of God
I have come to fathom its meaning,now
Want to clear my doubt
As i always used to
Want to ask my wise teacher
Yet again
"May i come in,sir?"
To clear my doubts and seek the peace
Oh Yes,i am going back to school.....
Ours,the prettiest
The hand that feeds,is the hand bitten
But we've fed more and let it get bitten
The hand that rocked his cradle
Stirred his gruel with the ladle.
Having already waved at him and he at us
With the merry-go-round on its way down
Yet waved every time he spotted us
In front of half the town.
We wished he would never grow up
He would remain our darling pup
Now we realise it would've killed us quicker
If he never grew up.
He has laughed with us
And we have cried with him
Always loved him
Even when he may have hated us
If he hasn't hated
We haven't parented.
He needed our presence
And not the presents
Less of correcting
And more of connecting.
The heart dwells inside the body
But with him around
We have seen it walking around
Forever outside our body.
There is just one pretty child
In this wide world wild
Isn't it beautiful
We all have it !
But we've fed more and let it get bitten
The hand that rocked his cradle
Stirred his gruel with the ladle.
Having already waved at him and he at us
With the merry-go-round on its way down
Yet waved every time he spotted us
In front of half the town.
We wished he would never grow up
He would remain our darling pup
Now we realise it would've killed us quicker
If he never grew up.
He has laughed with us
And we have cried with him
Always loved him
Even when he may have hated us
If he hasn't hated
We haven't parented.
He needed our presence
And not the presents
Less of correcting
And more of connecting.
The heart dwells inside the body
But with him around
We have seen it walking around
Forever outside our body.
There is just one pretty child
In this wide world wild
Isn't it beautiful
We all have it !
Nothing
Nothing,oh,it is so good,so friendly,so warm.
So relaxing to do nothing
So easily possible
So easily achievable
Yet,why do i find it so tough to do-nothing?
I always itched to do something
Actually wanted to do everything
But then i realised
A lot of fun was nothing
And a lot of nothing was lots of fun
I found nothing,impossible
But yet i toiled
And found impossible,nothing
Except nothing.
Also realised nothing was permanent
And only nothing,was permanent
And permanent was nothing.
Hence now i do nothing!
It is such fun
As only nothing matters
Nothing else matters
And am i happy?
Oh,yes,i know everything
About nothing.
So relaxing to do nothing
So easily possible
So easily achievable
Yet,why do i find it so tough to do-nothing?
I always itched to do something
Actually wanted to do everything
But then i realised
A lot of fun was nothing
And a lot of nothing was lots of fun
I found nothing,impossible
But yet i toiled
And found impossible,nothing
Except nothing.
Also realised nothing was permanent
And only nothing,was permanent
And permanent was nothing.
Hence now i do nothing!
It is such fun
As only nothing matters
Nothing else matters
And am i happy?
Oh,yes,i know everything
About nothing.
Garden.
The sprout of a bud for birth
The songs of the birds for mirth
The spread of the petals for offerings
The morning sun for the kiss of love
The weeds and the plants
Growing side by side
The vices and the virtues
Growing within me
Recount my life's story
I plucked out a green
It resisted and i struggled
I knew it was the weed
I plucked out a green
It came off easy
I knew it was the plant.
My garden is where the God lives
For the best place to seek Him is there
I dig for Him there,everyday...............
The songs of the birds for mirth
The spread of the petals for offerings
The morning sun for the kiss of love
The weeds and the plants
Growing side by side
The vices and the virtues
Growing within me
Recount my life's story
I plucked out a green
It resisted and i struggled
I knew it was the weed
I plucked out a green
It came off easy
I knew it was the plant.
My garden is where the God lives
For the best place to seek Him is there
I dig for Him there,everyday...............
My window tree
Stands erect and spreads its goodness around
A shrine in reverence to nature
It is a monument,the tree in my garden
Not just a large expanse of lumber.
The myriad hues of green
Its leaves in a leisurely dance
The sage is stoic and firm
Bears the weight of the sky,for me.
I sit by the open window
It quietly leans to caress me
Is it a thanks giving
Or its shade,hugging my heart?
My window tree
Allows my sash to get lowered
Nature's barrier
The peace and privacy carrier.
Last night i heard its leaves quiver
I could sense the yearning
Someone had carelessly thrown around
"No flowers,no fruits,
Why do you have this here?"
May be the leaves trembled
For the yearning of the flowers
I gently stood under it
Thanked it for being a friend
Rooted,feet firmly entrenched on the ground
And eyes always looking up
Striving for the glory in the sun.
My daily dose of wonder
So that my mind does not wander
As i can see my tree
And then there is nothing to wonder.
I did not plant a tree
I planted hope
I spread my wings
To fly to the heavens
With God i shall have a fling.............
A shrine in reverence to nature
It is a monument,the tree in my garden
Not just a large expanse of lumber.
The myriad hues of green
Its leaves in a leisurely dance
The sage is stoic and firm
Bears the weight of the sky,for me.
I sit by the open window
It quietly leans to caress me
Is it a thanks giving
Or its shade,hugging my heart?
My window tree
Allows my sash to get lowered
Nature's barrier
The peace and privacy carrier.
Last night i heard its leaves quiver
I could sense the yearning
Someone had carelessly thrown around
"No flowers,no fruits,
Why do you have this here?"
May be the leaves trembled
For the yearning of the flowers
I gently stood under it
Thanked it for being a friend
Rooted,feet firmly entrenched on the ground
And eyes always looking up
Striving for the glory in the sun.
My daily dose of wonder
So that my mind does not wander
As i can see my tree
And then there is nothing to wonder.
I did not plant a tree
I planted hope
I spread my wings
To fly to the heavens
With God i shall have a fling.............
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