Give me a moment.
Give me a mint.
Forget the hues,
give me a tint.
Forget a laugh, I'll take a smile.
They're what add up to joy in a while.
Pic of the day
Somehow, she's always the one up here.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Bumpy roads, here's an ode.
Bumpy road to everwhere.
Roads quite bumpy.
The rhythm's mad, if you care:
One, in three-and-twenty.
Drive over the nasty bumps;
Leave them be.
Leave the bumps in the dumps;
Leave them be.
Don't worry: rock or sand;
Leave them be.
Don't worry; paws or hands;
Leave them be.
Don't look for fur or blood;
Leave them be.
Move on from eyes with mud;
Leave them be.
Let them go, the tears and smiles;
Leave them be.
A mere ponder on cunning wiles;
Leave them be.
They're from a different world, so
Leave them be.
We're here so we can go.
Leave them be.
They were born to a different route;
Leave them be.
Worrying how to help is moot;
Leave them be.
Leave them be; the wise have said,
Leave them be.
They're not alive; bumps are dead.
Leave them be.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Tuesday
An idol Tuesday
is now away.
Or was it an idle one?
(if you'll pardon the pun)
Hardly, given
that I'd driven
from the wrong side of the tracks
to the posh chateaus, and back,
trying to churn
some bread to earn.
Today's batter
is next month's dough.
Ideas matter,
but also whom you know.
There were slips.
Focus on one hand
and the balance tips.
The trick is to understand
and pull up before the ship dips.
It ended well,
with the smell
of a decent wine;
decent, less than fine.
Also
a film named after the big 'O',
good company,
KFC,
and four ladies, lovely,
in my chat window.
:)
is now away.
Or was it an idle one?
(if you'll pardon the pun)
Hardly, given
that I'd driven
from the wrong side of the tracks
to the posh chateaus, and back,
trying to churn
some bread to earn.
Today's batter
is next month's dough.
Ideas matter,
but also whom you know.
There were slips.
Focus on one hand
and the balance tips.
The trick is to understand
and pull up before the ship dips.
It ended well,
with the smell
of a decent wine;
decent, less than fine.
Also
a film named after the big 'O',
good company,
KFC,
and four ladies, lovely,
in my chat window.
:)
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Imagine...
Imagine,
if Lennon
had not died,
and succeeded
in changing
the world, the way he tried.
Imagine,
if Chapman
had been the one to die
or missed
reading
the Catcher in the rye.
If John and Yoko had stayed in that night;
if David and Kathryn had worked on their plight;
if the vacuum hose pipe had not disintegrated;
if while jumping off Liberty's Statue, he had not hesitated;
Could John have stopped
a single soldier?
Could John have prevented
a single war?
Could he have brought forth
just one more pacifist?
Could his words have impacted
even a single terrorist?
The thing is, we'll never know;
it's the road not taken.
At the altar of psychosis,
a great mind was forsaken.
Many miss you John.
Peaceful slumber!
Your brief lessons,
we'll try to remember.
if Lennon
had not died,
and succeeded
in changing
the world, the way he tried.
Imagine,
if Chapman
had been the one to die
or missed
reading
the Catcher in the rye.
If John and Yoko had stayed in that night;
if David and Kathryn had worked on their plight;
if the vacuum hose pipe had not disintegrated;
if while jumping off Liberty's Statue, he had not hesitated;
Could John have stopped
a single soldier?
Could John have prevented
a single war?
Could he have brought forth
just one more pacifist?
Could his words have impacted
even a single terrorist?
The thing is, we'll never know;
it's the road not taken.
At the altar of psychosis,
a great mind was forsaken.
Many miss you John.
Peaceful slumber!
Your brief lessons,
we'll try to remember.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Bombay, baby!
Will this city ever sleep
and allow people to just meet?
Will this city calm down
and not worry about suburb and town?
Will its pace ever lower
and allow the smelling of a flower?
Will this city switch gears
to allow someone to draw near?
These questions are not new.
It is why people are drawn to
this financial capital,
this rat-race haven.
If you're not born here,
you move here out of craving.
Crave the height,
crave the pace,
crave the dream
to change your face.
You must crave,
you must be hungry.
It's what separates the stars
from all sorts and sundry.
You must crave, you must be hungry.
The mantra to success.
Do or do not, there is no try
in the pursuit of happyness.
and allow people to just meet?
Will this city calm down
and not worry about suburb and town?
Will its pace ever lower
and allow the smelling of a flower?
Will this city switch gears
to allow someone to draw near?
These questions are not new.
It is why people are drawn to
this financial capital,
this rat-race haven.
If you're not born here,
you move here out of craving.
Crave the height,
crave the pace,
crave the dream
to change your face.
You must crave,
you must be hungry.
It's what separates the stars
from all sorts and sundry.
You must crave, you must be hungry.
The mantra to success.
Do or do not, there is no try
in the pursuit of happyness.
Monday, August 9, 2010
This week that was
This week that was has happened before.
It was and will be perhaps once more.
Decades ago these fires did burn
and history repeats as the clock-hands turn.
Little boy - Hiroshima - 70,000 killed instantly
Coronal mass ejections from the Sun
Tagore's death
Wildfires in Russia - 50 killed, thousands of homes destroyed
Flooding in Pakistan - 1,600 killed, 12 million affected
Flooding in Leh - 130 killed, 500 missing
Fat man - Nagasaki - 39,000 killed instantly
Landslide in China - 127 killed, 2,000 missing
History, this week, these events did pen.
Some in the 1940's, some in 2010.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
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