A Love Poem for the Ages

This poem is an excellent work of an art capturing the essence of India. Kudos to the writer.

Deep in jungle I am went
On shooting Tiger I am bent
Bugger Tiger has eaten wife
No doubt I avenge poor darling’s life
Too much quiet, snakes and leeches
But am not feared these sons of beeches
Hearing loud noise I am jump with start
But noise is coming from damn fool heart
Taking care not to be fright
I am clutching rifle with eye to sight
Should Tiger come I will fall him down
Then like hero return to native town
Then through trees I am espying one cave
I am telling self – “Rangaswamy be brave”
I now proceed with too much care
From nonsense smell this Tiger’s lair
My leg is shake, I start to pray
I think I shoot Tiger some other day
Turning round I am going to go
But Tiger giving bloody roar
He bounding from cave like shooting star
I commend my soul to Kali Ma
Through the jungle I am went
Like bullet with Tiger hot on scent
Mighty Tiger rave and rant
Rangaswamy shit in pant!
Must to therefore leave the jungle
Killing Tiger one big bungle!!
I am telling that never in life
I will risk again for damn fool wife

 

The Haunting

A series of interesting events and a very unfortunate timing has led a man to become a fool. Unfortunately, as experienced as he may be yet he is quite inept at fighting his emotions this time. To fight or not to fight, a question with an answer not simple as the inspiration this time is quite unexplainable. While a cryptic message is coded within these phrases, which side of this two-ended tunnel should he pursue?

The Haunting!

As I graciously live towards another day,

The nights are bleak and long, as the tempest within,

Wicked thoughts and unfortunate events,

As the days past, show my immense ineptitude,

 

The question to ponder, has an answer quite simple,

I curse my thoughts, at their youthful wanderings,

The gods are unfair, yielding power immense,

All to one mortal, with eyes so unfathomable,

 

I awake each day, with resolutions similar,

Immersed in work, such gorgeous days,

The beauty walked in a week later,

My attempts at purging impressions have failed.

 

The Thoughts Within

The Thoughts Within

Do the stars align, or they please to tease,

A question put forth, yet no answers,

Indifferent I remain, I cannot please,

I walk alone towards my grave.

 

The war within, fight on I will,

My rationale questioned, for reasons unknown,

I cannot answer, my weakness unshown,

Conquer you cannot, until I choose to submit.

 

The One

The past months have been difficult for me to write, as I seem to have hit a creative roadblock. Yet as my following work will reflect I seem to have at least found a source of inspiration. While what the story will say is different from how my world generally revolves, it is I think an interesting turn of events.

The One

With twinkling eyes, a smile so bright,

Thunder struck through, quite indescribable,

A glance was all it took,

As my breath and beat were lost.

  

A hundred kinds of cute, she was,

Different, yet exquisitely enamoring.

As she will turn to haunt me every night after,

Will though I get an opportunity.

 

A Woeful Love Story

The purpose of this piece of prose is to describe an ironic love story that I dream that the gods decide was too pure to be seen on this earthly world. (Laugh all you must at my cynical view of divine intervention). Some stories are descriptively vivid, yet this follows a pattern of destruction left in the wake of an indescribable love story. I foresee the story of one who commits the sinful act of betrayal.

(The poem itself is not complete for the past month since I cannot think further than the sixth line. Weaving betrayal with purity seems quite an arduous task as I most justly would put it).

(Note: I actually made progress though its still not complete. I would put it as halfway there. Lol)

A Woeful Love Story

The darkness permeated through, the sultry night twas,

The twilight period, the sun not yet crestfallen,

A draught bleakly tempered, though a second skin,

Yet the Maiden stirred, as she lay with rustling leaves.

Eternally graceful, her beauty incomprehensible,

Fathoming the abyss, he wandered close,

Tears glistening down, the pearls of perdition,

As she glided afar, towards the world unreachable.

 

Look up, Walk Tall

Look up, Walk Tall

The land of opportunities, fulfilled yet is not the dream,

Days passing, yet the sky seems overcast,

Anger within, Is it the cause to lose steam?

Cornered you seem, a face so downcast.

 

Contain you must your fears, Hope is all to be lost,

The fall itself, concerns not the weak,

A mountain is arduous, oh yes with such a slope,

The sky up is though yours to take.

 

The Delhi Daredevils and T20 IPL League

Booya… Yesterday, was a day that will go down in history. The Twenty-20 IPL league is all set to blow out the world’s greatest sport (I include soccer here as well), and my team seems to be awesome. The DELHI DAREDEVILS… oh yeah. Pretty interesting line-up and I think the team is quite strong for the competition. The player listing so far:

1. Virender Sehwag (icon) – IND
2. Daniel Vettori (US$625,000) – NZ
3. Shoaib Malik (US$500,000) – PAK
4. Mohammad Asif (US$650,000) – PAK
5. AB de Villiers (US$300,000) – RSA
6. Dinesh Karthik (US$525,000) – IND
7. Farveez Maharoof (US$225,000) – SL
8. Tillakaratne Dilshan (US$250,000) – SL
9. Manoj Tiwary (US$675,000) – IND (First Class)
10. Gautam Gambhir (US$725,000) – IND
11. Glenn McGrath (US$350,000) – AUS

I like the line-up and I look forward to the league matches. Guneet, your team sucks (Mohali Whatevers)…

 

An Interesting Predicament

The following piece of prose reflects my thoughts on two of my very good friends who are quite simply mad in love. However, being a mutual friend has put me in a difficult position. Worse, my loyalty lies more so with one since that person is the friend who introduced me to the other. Yet, on occasion I am called into the open field as the arbitrator which puts me in the cross hair. Interestingly, while women have been empowered in modern times I, sometimes, am dispirited to observe that they take a step backward especially when it comes to relationships.

An Interesting Predicament

The pathetic cry of a man devoted, the soul wrenching hurt that flows. A man in love is a man complete yet decidely inept at degrading its value. A predicament as such arises, yet shall I stand in the shadow. A question with an answer opaquely clear. Deride my friendship shall I, or go to battle as a savior. A thought though crosses my mind, a woman has power infinite. Yet, clarity is something never have I seen, when a doe rides the crests of love. I do know, assert herself she will someday. Loss will not be mine, yet my friend Romeo I say: Battle all shall be won yet rout you will be at war. Delay not, for time is of the essence to victory. The elite do not think of the present but what the keystone shall be in the times to come. My lady, assert to the wishes of passion and not concede to the tempest of thoughts that affirm my friend lies astray. A savior cannot I be, for the glory is by the horizon and how the nadir is made thy own.

 

What the hell!

This piece of prose seeks to preach to society that judges the unlucky without reason. My observation of numbers has lead me to see reasons for portraying one in better light. Yet, judging the few who are disfranchised and not born with golden spoons (While a golden spoon is referential, I seek to draw the line between the ones who have had opportunities versus the ones without) is harsh. I write since humanity holds them culpable when it is society wherein lies the fault. You cannot change time, only change the possibility of repetition. Improving conditions for the unlucky is the only solution to change the mistakes they might make in the future. Our legacy is dependent on the improved benefits to the deprived.

A Deprived Man’s Tale..

Society’s defines me, whether I choose or not. Either way, sayings seem irrelevant and vile. Perfection is not what I was born to portray, I agree. Yet, as I speak impressions are made. Faults are found, as always, I believe. Should I care, or should I illustrate dissension? Yearn and realize to protect thyself is paramount. For society pleases to exemplify me as arrogant, sometimes out rightly with contempt laced with anger and jealousy. The veracity though is that I am who I am. Hold I will culpable society with diatribes insane.

 

I start to blog yet again!

My dear friend Ritesh has been hounding me for days to start my own blog. Quite recently during class, I was the target of some of my colleagues, class mates and friends once I owned up to the fact that I do enjoy writing poetry. However, I was surprised to see a few eager faces who actually wanted to gauge whether I was being a smart ass or was actually speaking the truth. Unfortunately, I did not have any of my works online a result of which is this new blog. I understand that a number of posts are dated quite the same for which I apologize.