Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Ode to a friend
I think I wrote lot of boring sutff but u my dear friend will patiently read thru it and find happiness in my message I know.. and I should reciprocate ur poetry ...
I always wondered where the beautiful people of the world has gone,
The commorades , the country men, the sisters and the brothers,
And then I met you across the oceans of people and words
It was like discovering a new blossomed flower
Pure like the morning dew on the grass
I will collect these petals when they fall down
and cherish it in the leaves of my life;
I will taste these dews so pure
so it becomes the part of my blood.
I always wondered where the beautiful people of the world has gone,
The commorades , the country men, the sisters and the brothers,
And then I met you across the oceans of people and words
It was like discovering a new blossomed flower
Pure like the morning dew on the grass
I will collect these petals when they fall down
and cherish it in the leaves of my life;
I will taste these dews so pure
so it becomes the part of my blood.
Road Dynamism
Very often you traverse the roads on a two, three or four wheelers with the ultimate aim of reaching somewhere. Your mind is preoccupied of the worries at home, commitments at work place, reaching your destination in time, meeting your boyfriend, getting over a review meeting……
We are mum, but we do speak out loud and clear to so many other strangers we meet on the road. Some on the bigger version of vehicles tell us through their blaring horns that they are too busy to waste any time on the road. For many it is just a habit to take wrong turns and show no signals and give you that glaring look of “ How dare you come on my way?” Roads can be mistaken to be a park by few, as they walk hand in hand right on the middle of the road and to your humble horn, they give loud and silent message of “You hit me and then I will show you.”
All said and done we do get into the stream of pretending to be in a bit too much in hurry for the mere reason that we are not left out of the whole dynamism. The consequence for being a patient and humble soul on the road are harsh, as you will be waiting in the scorching sun of afternoon or smoggy air of the evening for quite a few minutes while all round you people are just breaking rules and pretending to be in a hurry.
We are mum, but we do speak out loud and clear to so many other strangers we meet on the road. Some on the bigger version of vehicles tell us through their blaring horns that they are too busy to waste any time on the road. For many it is just a habit to take wrong turns and show no signals and give you that glaring look of “ How dare you come on my way?” Roads can be mistaken to be a park by few, as they walk hand in hand right on the middle of the road and to your humble horn, they give loud and silent message of “You hit me and then I will show you.”
All said and done we do get into the stream of pretending to be in a bit too much in hurry for the mere reason that we are not left out of the whole dynamism. The consequence for being a patient and humble soul on the road are harsh, as you will be waiting in the scorching sun of afternoon or smoggy air of the evening for quite a few minutes while all round you people are just breaking rules and pretending to be in a hurry.
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