Monday, December 11, 2006

Poem - The way I feel…

The way I feel…
If my world comes to an end, I won’t cry.
If I ever soar to the heights, I won’t smile.

While I wait for life to happen to me,
My mind restlessly races ahead of time.

I imagine the best way it could be for me,
Burst into laughter at the joy that I might see.

Experiencing the worst that could happen too,
I then cry for the pain I may have to bear.

So, when whatever happens finally happens,
I’m never disappointed. I’m never delighted.

My life does not halt and neither do I.
But the world waits for me to laugh or cry.

And when I seemingly go on sans smiles or tears,
People turn away feeling rather offended,

Puzzled at my lack of ‘feeling’ for the things,
That life chooses to throw at me at random.

And yet I know,

I’ve ‘felt’ far more than the rest.
For all the things that do happen and
For all the things that finally don’t.
I’ve felt them all, with all my heart.
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Thursday, November 02, 2006

Poem - Power


To know that I can say a few words,
And by saying them, I can destroy you,
Not because those words were said,
But, because I said them to you.

That is the power I hold over you.

Then to realize that I never will say them,
My heart which hurts if another harms you,
Would break if it knew that I be the cause,
Of a single tear of pain in your eyes.

That is the power you hold over me.

Your whip, you’ve handed to me willingly,
Mine you do hold with my consent,
Both of us know that neither will use it.
And we go on as a willing slave to the other.

That is power we hold over each other.
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Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Poem - The Rivals

They call you my adversary; my rival they say you are,
With the crowd I did once agree and thought of the race as war.

Today’s race was somehow different - the last race for both,
Only now did I realize the truth about the man I used to loathe.

The races we have run together, the miles that we have covered,
To run this fast and to reach this far, each other we have powered.

You are the only one, who truly ran the same track as did I,
You are the one – the most like me, I now not wonder why.

Today, at times, I followed you and at times, I was the leader,
But the leading man did now and then, glance back to see the other.

That odd glance - half of triumph - at having surpassed another,
Half of pleading, - yearning to see something better in the other.

Tapping every store- known and not; we ran the ultimate race today,
For though the last, it still was a race and we treated it that way.

Till this day, we ran each race, feeling a foe in the nearby lane,
Today as ever, we raced to win; yet, as rivals we did feign.

The race was over, still, not stopping, we ran on around the ground,
Amidst the thunder of crowd’s applause, that made our hearts pound.

At every step we kept in sync, since by nature we are the same,
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Saturday, September 30, 2006

Poem - Less than perfect

Less than perfect

I unlock and open the rusty gate, prepared to sit for hours staring,
At the sound of the creaking gate, the three puppies come running.

They’re perfect in every way- Two of them white and one brown.
Seeing them always brings on a smile and smoothens out my frown.

One would find some piece of garbage and over it all would fight,
Tugging at it in three directions till it gave way under their might.

They’d sneak in to the garden, under the gate at least thrice a week,
And run off with a shoe in mouth to make me play hide ‘n seek.

It was a delight to watch them as they rolled around in play,
And see how they curled up together at the end of every day.

They’re a naughty lot, yet the pet of every person on the street,
For one who has not the heart to pet them, they are yet to meet.

I kneel down now and hold out my hands just so that they see,
I have nothing to offer them, though so hungry they may be.

All three come up, their tails wagging and sniff at my fingers,
They lick my palm just the same, that sweet feel still lingers.

The pups’ mother sees her brood crowding around my gate,
She gets up and makes her way quick, fearing she may be late.

She limps over and nuzzles my hand just to make me pat her,
And closes her eyes contented, as my hands run on her white fur.

I glance at her left fore leg, the one she can no longer use,
Faintly grotesque, twisted and broken it hung in mid-air, so loose.

Suddenly I remembered the first time, I saw her in our lane,
She was alone then, a thin dirty white dog with one leg lame.

I had not noticed those gentle eyes and how she never was in a brawl,
Never saw how quiet she was, all she wanted was the shade of a wall.

She had left with no objection when I had shooed her out of my way,
She was less than perfect - I now realized that’s why I turned her away.

A few months later, I had seen her again – this time with her children,
For those beautiful little ones sake, I had fed the mother from then.

I had just named my feeling ‘pity’ and was convinced I was doing my duty,
Now in tears, I see things in true light - I had fallen then for skin deep beauty.

Physical Perfection is what is seen just in a moment’s glance,
It’s a fairy gift, which falls on one mainly by luck or chance.
But True Beauty is no gift and is not seen if you are on the fly
For in true words said and good deeds done does this feeling always lie. Read More......

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Nonsense Verse - The Blues

The Blues…

Woke up by my clock’s mean old ruse,
I woke with a case of Monday Blues.

Sat down and read yesterday’s news,
But my head’s still full of the Monday blues.

Eaten up my bread, drunk down my juice,
But not yet gotten out of my Monday Blues.

Driving on the highway, in my car I cruise,
But still feel pangs of the Monday Blues.

From the top of my head, to the bottom of my shoes,
I have nothing but the Monday blues!!!

Can’t seem to work despite pointed clues,
Can the doctor here treat my Monday blues?

The day’s finally over -- I feel many a bruise,
Who is to blame but my Monday Blues!

I guess there maybe other views,
But I had a case of Monday Blues. Read More......

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Poem - The Shadows

The Shadows

I used to live in a city on the plain,
Lonely amidst the huge crowds and
Buildings that stood taller than me.

I was tired out, running every step,
away from the shadows they threw,
on me every day and every night.

I climbed the highest mountain,
and stood at the very summit.
Nothing there stood taller than me.

I stood there with my eyes closed,
feeling the warmth of the sunlight,
and out of the blue, it turned cooler!

Opening my eyes, I saw the reason.
The mount was engulfed by darkness,
thrown by the shadow of a passing cloud.

A moment of panic – I clutched at fear,
Then the infinite calm as I let go of it.
And I realized this in that single instant -

“The cloud had been blown in by a gust of wind,
And another draft would blow it away again.

A mountain I had climbed to hide from the shade,
But the shadows ceased not even up there.”

The wind did blow and the cloud did pass,
The sun did shine down on me once again.
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Friday, August 25, 2006

Poem on a pic - Breaking Out...

A poem on a pic I clicked....
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Book Review: All Creatures Great and Small

Have you ever felt, that childish delight at discovering a book you immediately like, as you browse at the bookshop? That was the feeling I had when I found James Herriot's book 'All Creatures Great and Small'. You haven’t read it?Well then … I'll tell you a little bit about it. James Herriot - a young Vet just out of college, starts his practice in the farmlands of Yorkshire as an assistant Vet.

Siegfried Farnon - his boss is quite quirky – cheerful, kindly and likeable, an able vet and definitely the most eligible bachelor around the place as is evident by the number of young women who come in for tea and sit and stare at him in awe. But he is also a very absent minded person who contradicts himself every other day - this doesn't make his young assistant's life any easier.

Add the younger brother of the boss to the household and you have an unbeatable trio. Tristan Farnon - still at Veterinary College, he decidedly believes in taking each day as it comes and is always in trouble with his elder brother for some scrape or the other!

And of course when the patients are cows and sheep and dogs and cats and bulls and horses and pigs---- there are bound to be unpredictable accidents of every kind as the three men try their best to treat their patients without getting hurt in the process.

Herriot describes the trials and triumphs of the young vets in the late 1930's in the most engaging manner. Whether struggling to position a calf for birthing, trudging down to a remote farm in the middle of a snowy night, comforting a lonely old man whose pet had been beyond help, wondering at the devotion of a man towards his animals, playing uncle to a Pekinese that had taken a fancy to him, trying to follow the contradictory orders of his absent minded boss or facing the owners of the animals he tends to - all the vignettes are truly heartwarming and at times hilarious.

If you love animals the way I do, you'll love this book - Trust me. It is one of those books which bring on that 'warm and fuzzy' feel as you read. Enjoy !! Read More......

Tuesday, August 22, 2006


It's a name,
It's a garden's pride,
Its nature's darling child,
It's a newborn's cradle,
It's a child's only present,
It's a girl's simple bribe,
It's a jewel for a braid,
It's a part of every celebration,
It's a love held in hands,
It's a gift for no occasion,
It's love's perfect expression,
It's a bouquet of a bride,
It's an offer in worship,
It's a gift to soften wrath,
It's a loved ones heart,
It’s that hug goodbye,
It's a joy at a success,
It's the gratitude for help,
It’s the applause at the show,
It's a dead man's final path,
It's a grieving for the departed,
It's a prayer and a pause,
It's a kiss from far beyond,
It's perfect in its beauty,
And the fragrance of my life. Read More......

Tuesday, July 04, 2006



Walking up and down the empty street,
I'm waiting for someone I need to meet.

Its half past six on a Sunday evening,
The sky is golden and the Sun is setting.

There is a new building coming up near,
The site is silent; there is no one I hear.

Two men on the rooftop catch my eye,
Silhouetted by the colors of the evening sky.

The structure so huge made them look frail and small,
But the structure is tiny beneath man who made it all.

I watched as one of the men picked up his tools,
And strapped on a harness as per his work rules,

The other braced himself and held the rope tight,
As his friend let go and hung in mid-air so light.

As he welded the metal rods, golden sparks of fire flew,
A man at work and the fire he made – I’ll never forget that view.

All around the man who hung, the wind seemed to play,
For all else was still, but he and the sparks did sway.

His friend held on and never once did he turn away his face,
But the man focused on his work - never met the other’s gaze.

At length the work was done and he called out – ‘Its over’,
The man on top began to pull the rope with all his power.

The worker soon stood alongside his friend on the roof top,
He looked first at the thin rope then down at the sheer drop.

It was much more than the thin rope that had held him up, down there,
It was his faith in his friend who looked out as he hung alone in the air.

The two men left, and I neither knew nor saw them ever again,
But I’d learnt a bit more on life, the wait hadn’t been in vain.

There are men who hold my own rope, who always heed my call,
These are the people whom I’ve learnt to trust to never let me fall.

That kind of trust is not built in a single second’s glance,
But with time I learnt to find the souls I can never do sans.

You may meet many persons upon life’s risky way,
But only those are friends who’ll help you any day.

People who call themselves your friend are plenty and rife,
But he is no friend whom you couldn’t trust with your very life.

So whenever you doubt if a man is a friend,
If you can see him hold the line’s other end,
And you work, knowing you live by the rope,
In him you can place all your faith and your hope.
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Saturday, July 01, 2006

Poem - The Hero

The Hero

Some person’s dream – you may be living,
Some heart’s deepest desires – your life may be reflecting.

He will seek you out and then never let you go,
He’ll see what can be and hence mark you his hero.

The fact that you exist is all that he needs,
Your presence is the inspiration upon which he feeds.

So, take care to live your life with no guilt, no lies,
Keep your self worthy to meet his adoring eyes.

Now, his dreams may be your reality-
But what of your dreams that seem so flighty?

‘Tis a chain – each one a man and a hero to another,
Hope springs from their Achievement – a lamp that glows forever.

So fraught with much risk is the path to your craven place,
But be brave and go on - for it is against time that you race.

Each day we try our best and our effort takes us upstream,
Towards that day when we’ll live our own dream.

And you’ll know you've reached that day when -
You feel each living day that you are in heaven.
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Friday, June 30, 2006

What this blog is for...

Books and the written word of every kind,
Movies that take to another world, my mind,
Poetry that I love to read and write,
Music that suits my mood just right.

There is nothing here that I can be without
These are the things I want to talk about.
Whatever I write here is just my view,
Once you read mine, I'd like to hear yours too.....
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