Archive for March 2007:

The Battery

It was losing its juices
It was shutting down
No sparks remained
The embers were dying
Kaput and abruptly it was gone
Cold and dead as a doornail!

Wailing and flailing my arms
I tried to resuscitate it
Gave mouth to mouth CPR
Pressed the heart up and down
Revving the missing heartbeats
In vain searching sparks of life

Life had happened fast and furious
Some good stuff some bad stuff
Carrying on like a stalwart finally
Took its toll, the never say die battery
Wore out and further deteriorated
Finally, the legs gave out completely

Greed, deception, jealousy and wrath
Were all his pallbearers, triumphantly
Bearing away one more trophy with
Full fanfare and all the trappings of
A grand funeral for a friend who did
Not rue because he never had a clue!!!

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to
replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
Anais Nin
1914-1977, French-born American Novelist, Dancer

Every great man nowadays has his disciples, and it is usually Judas who writes the biography.
Oscar Wilde
1856-1900, British Author, Wit

An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast;
a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind.

It is all right to rat, but you can’t re-rat.
Winston Churchill
1874-1965, British Statesman, Prime Minister

Time in Bits n Pieces

Glow suffuses rosy hue

All over, momentarily,

Borne of joy, happiness

Courses, whooshing, dilating

Labyrinth of veins to bursting

Laughter geysers ripple inwards and

Outwards, spilling all over foaming

A piece of this time shall hang like

A diamond in the firmament of

My memory’s vast universe

Collecting such bits and pieces

Of joyous times past n present

These precious stones, enhance the

Fragile fabric of my life, and greedily

I hoard them in my treasure chest

Seasons change in bits n pieces

Down times, come, stretch and drag

Unfazed, composed, I visit my treasure

Hoard and with them perk my wilted

Spirit, successfully scotching all gloom

I live my life in bits n pieces

Living a whole lifetime in these

Bits n pieces, composed, unfazed

I carry on life’s journey in bits n pieces

Happily, taking all knocks on the chin!