Archive for April 2008:

Road to Success -A Perspective

The world is stretched out like a never ending diorama
A circular work of art, with no end, no beginning, vista

Every illustration, every etching, every blade, a master stroke
The vast skies sporting full wardrobe of myriad colors one can invoke

Deep blue in the morning, lighter shades in the noon
A smattering of milky clouds with a golden sun to festoon

Murky inky shades in the night studded with starry twinkles
On it, a silvery moon holding court, with a smile and a wrinkle

Sunrise and sunset wear awesome streaks of red, orange and grays
One’s head bows in wonderment at the sky’s such beauty displays

Inclement weather patterns cause havoc and the skies get purple sultry
Exhibiting anger by bolts of white lightening, and roaring claps of black fury

Sometimes, in a show of mighty force, the skies display black tornado funnels
And powerful whirlwinds that cause mayhem n havoc gulping all in its tunnels

The majestic seas are no less serene and beautiful and throbbing n pulsating
With ebb tides and high tides and squalls and hurricanes waxing and abating

The deep oceans are defined by the horizon betwixt skies n stretching sands
Their fathomless depths with rich sea life, allowing sea crafts to ply on it, off land

Nature at its best reinforces the awesome power of the Ultimate master artist
And our road to success in all its colorful glory can be achieved only at His Behest

Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.
Albert Einstein

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Kahlil Gibran

Wonderful Eyes

Eyes expressive eyes
Impressionable eyes
Full of wonder eyes

Innocent eyes
Knowing eyes
Beckoning eyes
Naughty eyes

Eyes expressive eyes
Impressionable eyes
Full of wonder eyes

Laughing eyes
Weeping eyes
Scolding eyes
Praising eyes

Eyes expressive eyes
Impressionable eyes
Full of wonder eyes

Conniving eyes
Jealous eyes
Deceiving eyes
Lying eyes

Eyes expressive eyes
Impressionable eyes
Full of wonder eyes

shameful eyes
shameless eyes
seething eyes
sheepish eyes

Eyes expressive eyes
Impressionable eyes
Full of wonder eyes

Accusing eyes
Spurning eyes
Withering eyes
Scornful eyes

Eyes expressive eyes
Impressionable eyes
Full of wonder eyes

Mesmerised eyes
Rapt eyes
Adoring eyes
Closed eyes

Eyes expressive eyes
Impressionable eyes
Full of wonder eyes

Cunning eyes
Cuttng eyes
Cruel eyes
Benign eyes


Please God give me those eyes
that are full of love, kindness
and can peer into the soul


  I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
Sylvia Plath
1932-1963, American Poet

There is no danger of developing eyestrain from looking on the bright side of things.
Source Unknown

The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul
George Sand
1804-1876, French Novelist

Its marvelous what you can see when you open your eyes.
Source Unknown

True friends are the ones who see the pain in your eyes, when everybody else is fooled by your smile
Kimmy Robbins
14 years old



I am the acorn that you both eagerly planted
I sprouted n peopled a world that you two wanted

You nurtured me in your unique style, giving things
And a conducive environment to spread my wings

Bored with lying horizontal and then to sliding on belly
I suddenly turned over to explore life on my fours blithely

You were very protective and made home safe with skill
Child proofing is okay but mama that took away my thrill

My view had much improved on seeing things on all four
Instead of looking only at the ceiling being unable to tour

Enjoying the world at the height of one half foot is quite okay
Mama, but when I stood up, my excitement doubled, I got to say

Now I run around on stubby legs and get into all kinds of scrapes
It vexes you, mama, but experiencing life firsthand, cannot be aped

Toddler days will be fine, kindergarten through high school
Will be a breeze, college will be a challenge but mama, am no fool

Just give me room to spread my branches in non claustrophobic air
Guiding me is okay but let me decide my own life as that is only fair

Set good examples at home first, to convince me of what is right from wrong
Double signals confuse me mama, as that will only make me headstrong

You have provided all that you had in your nature and you nurtured
Me to the best of your ability, giving me an environment that mattered

I have matured into a mighty oak, a force to be reckoned getting daily wise
Mama, this came to be because you did not stunt my growth with undue advice

I was your blessing and a gift from the benevolent god
It’s my turn to make you both happy and proud by making my will ramrod!!!


“An atmosphere of trust, love, and humor can nourish extraordinary human capacity. One key is authenticity: parents acting as people, not as roles.”
Marilyn Ferguson (0 – ____) 0 0
“In “”Words of Women Quotations for Success,”” by Power Dynamics Publishing, 1997

There is an education of the mind
Which all require and parents only start.
But there is training of a nobler kind
And that’s the education of the heart.
Lessons that are most difficult to give
Are Faith and Courage and the way to live
Edgar A. Guest (1881 – 1959) US “poet, journalist”
“In “”Inspiring Quotations,”” by Albert W. Wells, Jr., 1988.”

From your parents you learn love and laughter and how to put one foot before the other. But when books are opened you discover you have wings.
Helen Hayes (1900 – 1993) US actress
“””On Reflection

“Children begin by loving their parents. After a time they judge them. Rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.”
Oscar Wilde (1856 – 1900) Anglo-Irish “playwright, novelist”
“Lord Illingworth, in “”A Woman of No Importance,”” act 2.”

Lifestyles and sex roles are passed from parents to children as inexorably as blue eyes or small feet.
Letty Cottin Pogrebin (0 – ____) US “writer, editor, columnist” 
“The debt of gratitude we owe our mother and father goes forward, not backward. What we owe our parents is the bill presented to us by our children.”
Nancy Friday (1937 – ____) US writer
“My Mother/ My Self, 1977

I Am A Cannibal

I am A Cannibal
In life I have found the proverbial Horn of Plenty to nibble
A mixed bag of creative voices that are both equisite and banal
I relish ones giving me a high, reprieving others that I do not gobble
I am a cannibal

I am a vampire
I need to suck that blood which brings red tears out of the eyes
my creative juices thrive on those blood cells that are not banzais
I need full blooded wines,not stunted platelets to fight ignorance
I am a vampire

I am a ghostbuster
ethereal  mumbo jumbo leaves me cold
For I am a ghostbuster born to be bold and I have
A bagful of myth-busting stories that need to be told
I am a ghostbuster

 I am an amputee
Have chopped off that societal arm that allows rape and then
sweeps it under the rug, have also chopped
off another which preys upon innocent  children, then looks smug
I have amutated all those ‘cos these societal parts are  humbug
I am an amputee

I am an iconoclast
animal/human sacrifices offered in name of religion leave me cold
god is in us,around us, why accept a society where this is condoned
Pull up your bootstraps,so that chains of useless mores can be disowned
I am an iconoclast

I am a Poet
I write from the heart
I use brain to jumpstart this heart
I love all and see beauty everywhere in this worldly mart
I am a Poet


Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt
against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality.
James Joyce
1882-1941, Irish Author

Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
1792-1822, British Poet

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night,
lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private
world public, that’s what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg
1926-, American Poet

The Gateway

The Gateway

It was the usual manic Monday morning. Her inner time clock had put her eyes on
Auto pilot which opened of their own volition and she saw the time was 6.00am

She leapt out of bed and after her daily ablutions, was applying moisturizer on her
Legs when something way out of the blue occurred.   The week before she had
Fallen on the pavement due to fresh snowfall.  She’d fallen flat on her belly but not
A single drop fell out of her coffee mug. Weird.. Well she’d brushed off the snow
and with the help of a passerby and made her way to work.  This fall had created a scab on one of her varicose veins that ran down her  right leg  which she’d developed after pregnancy.  These angry red lines ran down both legs forcing her to cover them
In all seasons.   Now, as she applied the moisturizer, the scab came off the varicose vein which burst open and blood gushed out in full flow.  Not being fainthearted, she tried to stem the flow with towels, but the blood kept gushing.  Getting frantic now, she rushed
To the bedroom to wake her husband who was snoring gently in deep sleep.  Hubby
Had removed his hearing aids and was sort of deaf to the world.  She stuck one finger
In her vein and with the other hand shook him vigorously.  He woke up due to this
Violent shaking and after putting on his hearing aid asked whattssup?  Wifey screamed
Am bleeding to death!!  What!! Hurry quickly call 911 for emergency medical aid.
He finally realized the gravity of the situation and called 911 emergency hotline.
Help came amidst sirens waking the whole hood.  Wifey was embarrassed and sheepish
But she was bleeding to death so it was ok after all, causing all this  uproar.  She had
Lost a lot of blood having bled profusely for a good 30-45 mins and hence they gave
Her oxygen and applied a tight bandage and carried her to the emergency
Room of the nearby hospital.  There they transferred her to a bed.  A physician’s aide
Then came to her aid and cut open the bandage and said that it would require stitches
And asked her to lie on her stomach so that she could do the needful as the vein was on the
Back of the right leg.  She was quite dizzy and light headed and quietly turned over.
She started bleeding profusely again whilst the physician’s aide had left to get the
Sutures and bandages.

Suddenly, wifey felt herself floating on thin air and then she alighted in what seemed
Like a cemetery which looked very familiar.  Yes, she’d attended a wake and subsequent
Burial in this very place.  It felt like home.  The headstones on various graves seemed
Familiar markers and she felt she knew the folks buried there as well. She floated along
Until she reached the church in the building that annexed the crematorium.  Here she
Saw her hubby, her two sons, her daughter and all her near and dear ones, silently weeping  and wiping their eyes whilst looking at the coffin holding the body of the
Deceased.  Out of curiosity she crept closer to see who were they mourning and how
Come no one had informed her.  Getting upset, she crept closer and then she saw she herself was lying in the coffin in her favorite red color sari with all her finery and hands folded.

She got a bad jolt!!  When did she die? She is fine and present right here.  She shouted
Waved her hands but no one paid any heed.  What should she do now?  She then
Recalled the gateway she had entered after leaving the hospital and entering the
Cemetery.  It was funny shaped with lots of carvings and seemed to reach the sky.
It was shaped like an oriental pagoda.  She did not recall seeing the top of this gateway.  Now she sped back on the double to retrace her steps going back through the gateway.  When she reached this gateway, she tried to go through but it seemed to move out of reach.  She tried again, again it seemed to elude her.  Please, she wept, god help me cross  this gate as I need to get back home. She had lots of work pending. But the gate seemed
To move just out reach every time she crept near.  Finally tired, she fell to the ground
In a dead faint.

After what seemed like eons, she opened her eyes and found herself in the emergency
Room with oxygen tubes in both nostrils and IV in her arm and her leg was bound in a fresh bandage.  Hubby was dozing in a chair close to her bed after what seemed like another sudoku bout.  The daily crossword had not been tackled as yet.  Hubby enjoyed
Mental calisthenics in lieu of physical ones even though she nudged him constantly.
He enjoyed hot pakoras and requested them all the time.  Now, she vowed, I will ensure
That he goes for daily walks with me.  Want him around forever with me.  The children
Will soon fly out of the nest and we will only have each other for company.

The doctor finally came around with her discharge papers and told her to be very
Careful  with her legs and told her to walk a lot and drink lots and lots of water to
Get the circulation going.  Then the doctor said in passing, missy you really scared
All of us you know.  For a good ten minutes you were not responding to anything and even your heartbeat had stopped- We gave you shocks to revive you and gradually
You began to respond.  Your husband had started weeping a lot and seemed lost
Without you.  He wanted to call your children, but we stopped him as we had not
Given up hope.  You are a tough one and a fighter and so you came back to us.

The Gateway had finally let her pass through……….

The whole fauna of human fantasies, their marine vegetation, drifts and luxuriates
in the dimly lit zones of human activity, as though plaiting thick tresses of darkness.
Here, too, appear the lighthouses of the mind, with their outward resemblance to
less pure symbols. The gateway to mystery swings open at the touch of human weakness
and we have entered the realms of darkness. One false step, one slurred syllable
together reveal a man’s thoughts.
Louis Aragon
1897-1982, French Poet

Darkness within darkness. The gateway to all understanding.
BC 600-?, Chinese Philosopher, Founder of Taoism, Author of the ”Tao Te Ching”

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