Tuesday, 2 December 2008
Magic..
At a distance.. on that tree,
Ya, it looked like some creature that could fly,
So bird I called it, but which.. I wondered.
It had a long tail, like that of a peacock,
So peacock I called it.
It was sitting on the tree, and suddenly, to my surprise, it flew.
Now peacocks don’t fly so high.
It flew up till the building’s height,
A few stories may be, and up into the clear sky.
Then made circles in the air.
Magical rings they seemed to be,
With colours of shining yellow and gold.
Strange, but beautiful; and I stood in awe
Watching it dance to the tune it felt so.
Round and round, it swayed in curves,
Making beautiful shades in the dark sky.
With beauty, grace,
A happy smiling face,
And no one to comment,
It danced to its heart’s content.
Then left a bubble in the air,
That grew so big.. big enough to swallow it in.
Still, it danced inside, though I thought it would faint,
And left another bubble, that grew as large, but slightly smaller,
Which pulled the big bubble, and the bird,
And its wings, and its head..
And everything else..
Until it disappeared, like as if magically dead.
A dream it was, I was sure,
Yet it seems to be so real and near.
Ya, it was magical, that is true,
It made me write another poem, for you.
:)
Sunday, 10 August 2008
Thursday, 3 July 2008
3. (Royal Welcome)
It was the end of autumn and summer had just begun. Nights ended sooner than usual. For a change, Princess decided to go for morning walks – all for fun, it was. But as expected she snoozed the alarm, twice. Heard a voice teasing her that she couldn’t keep resolutions. Then finally got up, ready to take up the challenge, lazily got ready and slowly tied her shoe-laces and set out. Little did she know about how wonderful it would turn out to be!
The moon was out there waiting to be seen by someone atleast, like, for the last time for that night, as if to say that it had done its duty, and now saying good-by for the day. The stars had already left. They are too proud of themselves being *stars*, but the moon is much more humble. So, the walk began.. it was cold and dark everywhere. Princess was wondering what she was doing at such a time on the national highway. Felt like going back home, and into the bed.. oh how nice and cozy it would be, but she continued just to keep up the resolution. Yawning while walking didn’t seem unusual at all.. After quite some time it was getting clearer ( is ‘getting closer to dawn’ a proper sentence?)
Pretty flowers of the Gulmohor and similar trees had begun to shed their petals. And they all lay there on the ground, as if to welcome the morning walkers. The pathway looked like a carpet, coloured in patches of red, orange and yellow. Some places were patched with dry leaves, and the rest of the road was bare. Wow! What a wonderful sight it was! Quiet a few vehicles rode that way, but surely they must not have enjoyed the sight enough. Then at a particular point, at a crossroad, one could hear the sound of water, trying hard to gush out, but unable to do so, probably because of a very small outlet. That was a starting point of a water pipe, a valve may be. But the sound of the struggling water was so pleasing to hear. And after some more time, on the way back home I mean, one could see the sky changing colours beautifully, from the initial darker shades of blue to it’s lighter tints, then to a mix of orangey yellow, and then bright, really bright. And all this setting for a delightful sunrise, which occurred in moments you couldn’t even count. Ah, so lovely!
Indeed it was a Royal Welcome!
2. (Involved)
Complex, is it? There could be complexities even more complex.
So, involvement is the key to a life of simplicity. Isn’t it?”
Monday, 30 June 2008
1. (Dry weather and the Diary)
It was a warm afternoon. The sun shone bright outside. Even a peep out of the room seemed to be eye-cracking. There was a power cut. So neither the fan would work, nor the PC, nor the TV. The radio was spoilt, and the i-pod had lost charge. Princess was bored. Dull day, so to say.
She went up to her diary. This diary was the first lucky one that she must have ever used as a diary. And since this was a rare time of the year -one of its kind- as she had got a good long holiday, Princess had decided to make it beautiful. It was her responsibility, she thought. Indeed, it was this Dry weather that led to the birth of the Diary. She noted down random things and events that either occurred or were planned. She decorated her diary, literally. It looked good. Indeed, the year was being made fondly memorable. Though, the diary had many things hidden, while mostly revealing the fun part of it. Only Princess would know, and may be a few others. The rest was buried in memories to be forgotten. Now, this had turned out to be one asset she would never want to loose. Experiences and attitude, the outcome and their memories, were recorded in there. The rest was left to history.
Friday, 30 May 2008
It’s always friends..!!!
Rumours spread. Such a planned and dined robbery was sure to be made by some known fellas (bastards). Known fellas are called friends, right? May not be best friends, but friends.. yeah!
It’s always friends..!!!
Similarly, only a friend can betray. For, for a friend to betray someone, one must have the privileges of a friend.
That’s why.. It’s always friends..!!!
Also, you do things, things in secret, and you wish them to be secret always. But you are caught. And when you are caught, it’s got-to be either by a cop Or a friend.
It’s always friends..!!!
Thursday, 29 May 2008
It feels like a celebrity.. hehe!!
When someone insists on befriending you.. When that someone does things to impress you, and remains unsuccessful.. You feel like a celeb.
When you are watched for even which way you look.. May be even which way you walk.. You feel like a celeb.
When that someone imagines what you might be thinking.. When they try to read your thoughts.. You feel like a celeb.
When you get free publicity for doing nothing.. When actually you abstain from doing something.. You feel like a celeb.
When you are a topic of discussion.. Whether the topic is sweet or sour, cold or hot.. You feel like a celeb.
When you are the center of attraction.. For no reason what-so-ever.. You feel like a celeb.
When you hide your head in the sand like an ostrich, and think that no one can see you.. You feel like a celeb.
When that someone cannot imagine the extent to which you can act like a celeb.. You feel like a celeb.
When in life you feel you are down.. Just moments before you realize that it’s all up.. You feel like a celeb.
When your life looks like a mess to others.. While in reality it may be just perfect.. You feel like a celeb.
When that someone performs a comedy of errors.. When you enjoy the attention you are getting.. You feel like a celeb.
When you are happy and unaffected by outside talks, words or deeds.. You feel like a celeb.
Isn't it?SILENCE
Who said, “If Speech is Silver, Silence is Golden”, ??? - False it is.
For once, Tin happened to experience a whole new situation in his life, one like smelling the odour coming out of a sugar factory.
This was Tin – a jolly good fellow in every walk of life. He believed in keeping the atmosphere pleasant. Enjoying every moment being his passion for life, he would make new friends pretty quickly.
“Is this all we need to take in?”
“Yes, they won’t bother much.”
“How is it inside the dungeon?”
“There are two. One in this room and another in that..”
Just then, a.. tired of life kind-off.. old man walked out and in through one of those dungeons. Poor fellow was given the job of the serial killer for that day.
“How is this taskmaster?”
“He is crack”.. (Giggles surround).. “very slow and Strict too.”
“And I am going to be killed by him, right??”
“Yes”.. “The other one is good. He is recruiting many.”
“Then send me there..”
Now, Avi seemed to be dog tired, still kept a smile on his face constantly, and that attracted Tin. Avi told Tin, it was a hard life in this agency. But optimistic Tin showed extra excitement like an ever-ready battery. Avi smiled. Probably, he remembered his interview day. He sent Tin in the better dungeon and Tin was happy. Tin got the job easily and was heartily glad, for now he had something to do.
He was to be boarded on a ship - Riana. But this also meant that he had to be away from home for months. Anyways, he had to do it. Excitedly, he boarded the ship at the earliest he could. There he met many others, different crew members doing different jobs in different departments. He befriended most of them.
Riana was beautiful. A small cruise ship when compared to the other ships of the agency, but very big one for Tin. It had three decks. The top was the open deck, with a golf court, a garden lawn with snacks and drinks. Cool blue waters shone on all sides during the day, and at night created a deeply chilled atmosphere. The middle deck had food and lodging facilities for all. The bottom deck included games, entertainment theaters, and party rooms. An alluring waterfall ran down from the top to the bottom deck, behind the stairway. Another tantalizing thing was a painting in one of the corridors.
“Wow!”, exclaimed Tin to his fellow worker, whose name was Rev. They were passing that way, towards the food-house. They both were managers of that food-house.
“That painting was got from an antique store.”, Rev said, “Beautiful, isn’t it? It will soon be shifted into our food-house. It would make a nice show piece on wall opposite the cashier”.
“Oh! Is it?”
Nod.
Now that painting of an unknown author was a special one. Rev had to take it safely somewhere, but this he hadn’t told Tin. He somehow managed to put it under Tin’s responsibility. Tin saw to it well and they often admired it for hours. One fine afternoon, when the ship landed on the shore, the police came in for a casual checkup. They found stolen gold inside the frame. Since it was under Tin’s responsibility, he was caught and put in jail.. actually Trapped..!! And jail is never a good place to be in.
Tin had nothing to say but that he was innocent. He preferred to be quiet, as no one would accept his plea. He was jailed for 2 years.
Now there were different facilities available in jail, for the prisoners -Things to do, to learn, that could earn them a living once they got out. Tin found new life in there. But how good was it? Once he got out, he could again apply to join the ship, but would they take him? And even if he got that job, would he be accepted by his fellowmen? Would he make friends the same way as before? Questions in his mind wouldn’t end. But one thing needs to be answered..
Was his new life worth?.. worth his silence?
Saturday, 19 April 2008
for that oh so spl Autograph book..
BigB has just started blogging, and look at the comments he’s got.. and look at us..!!! hehe, I’m just expressing my thoughts on what I’ve noticed. No envy.]
Ok, so here's what I’ve done while I was idle on this.. my blog.
Wrote a quote-turned-into-poem for the first page of her autograph book..
" Dear Teacher/Friend,
Write down a line,
In this book of mine,
For it will shine
Always, in future time.
Special and dear,
The words you write for me,
I will always keep near.
Your memories,
I will always treasure.
And whenever I read them,
Draw immense pleasure.
So, what are you thinking dear,
Just take the pen and start scribbling here.. :) "
TP, but Fun
[Read the first two lines, then added a few more..]
Tu sui, mi dora
Tu kali, mi gora :D
Tu paus, mi themb
Tu wild, mi tame
Tu bucket, mi mug
Tu chadar, mi rug
Tu limbu, mi ras
Tu driver, mi bus
Tu patient, mi nurse
Mi dhag, tu ambar
Mi road, tu dambar :D
-- So, how was that?
