"I said to Love"

I said to Love,
"It is not now as in old days
When men adored thee and thy ways
All else above;
Named thee the Boy, the Bright, the One
Who spread a heaven beneath the sun,"
I said to Love.

I said to him,
"We now know more of thee than then;
We were but weak in judgment when,
With hearts abrim,
We clamoured thee that thou would'st please
Inflict on us thine agonies,"
I said to him.

I said to Love,
"Thou art not young, thou art not fair,
No faery darts, no cherub air,
Nor swan, nor dove
Are thine; but features pitiless,
And iron daggers of distress,"
I said to Love.

"Depart then, Love! . . .
- Man's race shall end, dost threaten thou?
The age to come the man of now
Know nothing of? -
We fear not such a threat from thee;
We are too old in apathy!
Mankind shall cease.--So let it be,"
I said to Love.
---Thomas Hardy

WHEN PRESENT ENVIES THE PAST.....

So wonderful were those 22 years ;
When my nearest were actually near,
and each of those days went by with a happy cheer ;
I had enough food in my belly--courtesy my mother,
and my dearest were so near,I had nothing to bother;

For every single moment spent in that tinsel town,
I was the prince with a golden crown;

But alas! The prince embraced a guy called "ambition";
And saying buy to my hometown was hell of a perturbation;

For the new place,though extremely beautiful and grand;
And though it housed the wisest of the crew,
every face made me imagine Katherine the Shrew;

for the crew ranked high on ego,low on emotion;
And regional groupism was an accepted supposition;

The transformation that I underwent was so quick and fast;
Adieu my old self and away I cast;

Protecting the trunk of my thoughts with a strong lock,
now I became Cindrella post 12 O'clock;

Now I am lesser a man,more a tortoise;
And my face is opaque like the stone turquoise;

So,even if I am amongst the many,
Looking cheerful and sipping an evening tea,
I am lesser in that group and more in that tea;

Now,I have some forced food in my belly--courtesy the mess;
And now,how I am--is anyone's guess;

My ears await dearly for the welcome sound of "Bell's invention";
And if its a friend at the other end,it feels like a divine intervention;

Friendship...

On the eve of Friendship day,I wrote a small poem, which I dedicate it to my best friends!!!!

Friendship is a thread which connects the souls;
Friendship gives a boost to achieve nobler goals;
Friendship has but a language unknown,
for one needn't speak to convey his moan;

Friendship speaks through eyes and friendship speaks through touch,
for a caring pat on the back can comfort much;
With a fabric of friendship our lives are woven,
and friendship takes nothing back for that which is given;

Moving back and forth, two needles meet and part,
and the one knows that the other will always do its part;
For under thousand suns and thousand moons,
the needles carry on under the shadow of a celestial boon;

Finally,when the garment called "Life" is ready,
It is so beautiful a thing that even the gods envy;
Through summer and through winter the needles reached their goal,
'Cause in two bodies there resided a single soul;

A Tribute!!!

This incident, is the one,which has had a lion's share in making me whatever I am today;And also in helping me to reach wherever I am today!!Going back in the memory lane to my good old school days;I was studying in 9 th standard at that time.... .My parents and relatives seemed to be very excited(I dunno why??) about the fact that I had reached 9th standard,which was considered to be touger to manage than the 10th(So what!!!) .Even before the school started I had to hear a whole range of 'Best of Luck's' and 'Good wishes' over the phone. The creation of such an atmosphere around me finally resulted in myself joining an English class so as to enhance the probability of getting a good score in that subject.
It was 6o'clock in the evening. We were seated in a very well furnished class with a shinning green board in the front.I was feeling a bit awkward as I had'nt attended any classes ,related to school academics, before;Iyer Sir entered the class at around 6:15. He was a very jolly person,and he immediately made us comfortable by his soft-spoken mannerism and his jovial nature. After entering the class, he gave a very sweet smile and said the following--:" Dear children, for today,I want to tell you a story.Listen very carefully to it as it has to say something in itself...Let's see if you can get that thing.The story relates to an incident which happened in ancient arabia. There was a caravan of arabs moving through the desert.The Arabs in the caravan were good people, and were praying to God for their safe journey back to their destination.Suddenly they heard a voice; Someone was speaking from the skies!! "My children, collect as many stones as you can, for you never know, which will turn into a diamond.At the end of the day, you will be both , happy as well as sad!" The voice stopped speaking. The arabs pondered over what they had just heard. Most of them thought that, it was God, who was speaking to them. They reached a decision that they will collect stones,but not more than their capacity to carry,as they still doubted the fact that how can the stones turn into diamonds! They collected stones in their way,as many as they could. when they reached their destination,they were taken aback when they saw that the bag which carried worthless stones a few hours back was now filled with real diamonds!!They had now become the richest of the merchants in Arabia!! Suddenly sadness ruled the place;Everybody kept feeling that if only I could have collected somemore ,I could have been more richer than the other merchants."
Sir stopped speaking. We had got the message .It was crystal clear. "Collect as many stones as you can,for you never know which will turn into a diamond."
I have remembered it since then,and will continue to remember it in future as well. By Gods' grace, everything worked fine with me after that. I was now, in the third year of engineering.
One fine morning I met a classmate of mine who lived in Iyer Sir's colony.I had always respected Iyer sir as an excellent English teacher. I casually enquired about Iyer sir.The guy looked at me and said "tujhe pata nahi?" i asked,"kya?" ."Arey Iyer sir to 6 mahine pehele expire ho gaye".
I was shocked to the core.I felt very sad that day. English language had lost a good servant,and we had lost a good teacher !.This Blog is a small tribute to him, from me.

"The Guy in the Glass"

When I had been to IISC (Bangalore) ,I saw this poem, sticked on the wall , in my friend's room

I liked this poem very much!!
The Guy in the Glass

When you get what you want in the struggle for self

And the world makes you King for a day

Then go to the mirror and look at yourself

ANd see what this guy has to say.

For it isn't the man's father, or mother, or wife

Who's judgement upon him must pass

The feller who's verdict counts most in his life

Is the guy starring back from the glass.

He's the feller to please, never mind the rest,

FOR HE'S WITH YOU CLEAR UP TO THE END.

And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test

If the guy in the glass is your friend.

You may be like Jack Horner and chisel a plum,

ANd think your a wonderful guy,

But that man in the glass says your a bum,

If you can't look him straight in the eye.

You can fool the whole world down the pathway of years

And get pats on the back as you pass,

But your final reward will be heartaches or tears,

If you've cheated the guy in the glass.

Feelings jotted down!!!

Oh Lord! Tell me how should I live?
In this world of your's.......
which is full of numb hearts.
No feeling can break this numbness;
It acts as a shield;
No arrow of wisdom can penetrate it to reach the heart;
It blocks the connection between the heart and the mind;
Thus,fearless,the mind is allowed to stray,
In this world,full of sadism fights and fray.

Oh Lord! Tell me how should I live?
In this world of your's....
Wherein every single good has to face the forces of evil,
and fight out its way right till the end.
The end comes only when the wounded heart and weary hands join forces;
and call out to you for just one thing....justice!!
And then it dawns upon you,the sole creator of the universe,that truth should prevail;
Why wait till the end ,God,why wait till the end?

Oh Lord! Tell me how should I live?
In this world of your's....
wherein you yourself can't live!!
Can you live in these benumbed hearts ?
And control those corrupted minds,
which reside in the very body you boast of as your creation!
Stop watching the show now oh lord!
It is time for you to act!
The podium of life awaits your entry...
We have played our part;
Now, you have to play your's!!