MY TWIN
I always wanted a twin…
The same in looks
The same in likes
The same in dislikes
The same in feelings
The same in emotions
The same in clothes
The same in eating
The same in love
The same in spirits
The same in joie de vivre
The same in generosity
The same in laughter
A kindred spirit, fancy free of soul,
Striking familiar chord in life’s melody
Pleasuring in its beauty n pathos on a similar plane.
The acuity, fragility and the frothiness of life
Is felt more so when shared by a kindred soul
And I see my doppelganger in the mirror!!!!
Originally Published: December 31, 2001
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Interaction
New people
New faces
In new places
New people
New faces
New features
New people
New faces
New colors
New words
Same meanings
New nuances
Same primal emotions
Same raw feelings
Handled differently
Nothing new
Nothing old
Always existed
Time is different
Place is different
People are different
I am the same
Life is different
Reality is the same
Time marches on
What was is and shall be
In a fast changing world!!!
Nothing in life is static; it either gets better, or it gets worse.
Lloyd Dobyns and Clare Crawford-Mason, Thinking About Quality
That which is static and repetitive is boring. That which is dynamic and random is confusing. In between lies art.
John A. Locke
Originally Published: December 28, 2001
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Fancy
Fickle butterfly
Wraithlike creature
Gossamer wings
Hopping….
Object to object
Place to place
Emotion to emotion
Dream to dream
Plan to plan
Knows no bounds
Elusive sprite
Can make and unmake
Princes and paupers
Can touch virgin peaks
Cross uncharted oceans
Knows no despair
For it…
All is there!!!
Erase fancy; curb impulse; quench desire; let sovereign reason have the mastery.
Marcus Aureluis, Meditations, Book nine
Originally Published: December 28, 2001
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Early Morning Rush
A sense of urgency in the air
People getting ready hastily
To become a part and parcel
Of the early morning rush
A river of humanity suddenly
Converging towards the trains
Underground and the buses above
And cars and taxicabs all rushing
A myriad of faces and colors
Forging variegated patterns
In a frenzy in the sun
Different hues merging and parting
All seeking their own destinations
Kaleidoscope like forming patterns
First of hodge-podge confusion
And then a kind of sense.
When patterns are broken, new worlds can emerge.
Tuli Kupferberg
A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a
direction and at such a speed, it feels an impulsion…
.this is the place to go now. But the sky knows the reason
and the patterns behind all clouds, and you will know, too,
when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons.
Source Unknown
All fixed set patterns are incapable of adaptability or pliability.
The truth is outside of all fixed patterns.
Bruce Lee
1940-1973, Chinese-American Actor, Director, Author, Martial Artist
Creativity involves breaking out of established patterns in order
to look at things in a different way.
Edward De Bono
1933-, British Writer On Thinking Process
Originally Published: December 28, 2001
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The Clown
The crowds hooted and jeered mercilessly
He continued his silly antics regardless
His job was to spread cheer and goodwill
And he continued to do so relentlessly
Day in and day out, come rain or shine
He performed superbly with his longstanding partner
Their act honed to perfection was a true crowd pleaser
His partner and he complemented one another and
Drew great fits of laughter from the crowds who
Were greatly entertained by their slapstick comedy
Now his partner was gravely ill and dying
But he believed that the show must go on
And even though he was hurting badly inside
Outwardly he was full of cheer and gusto
As he did not carry his heart on his sleeve!
Thus he carried on in a solo act performing in
All four shows without fail but something was missing
The spark that made their act fun to watch was not there
No matter what he did the crowds jeered and howled
Valiantly he struggled on even playing dead to please them!
After a while he was tired and became careless
When trying to somersault he landed awkwardly
Broke his neck consequently and laying gasping
The life ebbing out of him inch by inch painfully
The crowds were greatly pleased n clapped thunderously!
His final curtain call was his best one yet
The fickle crowds were greatly impressed by his prowess
Little realizing that he lay dying trying to please them
The ovation he craved for all his life was now in his palm
And his soul hovered lapping it all up
at the time of his passing!!!
Clowns wear a face that’s painted intentionally on them so they appear
to be happy or sad. What kind of mask are you wearing today?
Source Unknown
I remain just one thing, and one thing only — and that is a clown.
It places me on a far higher plane than any politician.
Charlie Chaplin
1889-1977, British Comic Actor, Filmmaker
Being a funny person does an awful lot of things to you. You feel
that you mustn’t get serious with people. They don’t expect it from
you, and they don’t want to see it. You’re not entitled to be serious
, you’re a clown, and they only want you to make them laugh.
Fanny Brice
1891-1951, American Entertainer
Originally Published: December 23, 2001
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