THE ACCIDENT

This poem was composed few days after I banged the rear of my car against a tree. It was an episode I can never forget throughout my life.

THE ACCIDENT

Passing by one afternoon,
I noticed pieces of broken glass,
Scattered all over the ground.

Reflecting the leaves above,
The tears from the tree,
Solidified and lay beside it.

Perhaps it grieved because
Of its strong wooden trunk.
The proud red car had shrunk.

A collision or an explosion,
Or was it lack of vision.
Who is to take the blame for the loss?

I took time to pause.
The stupidity built up over the years,
Took half a second to break.

It was over, the stock had been cleared.
I went onwards, the glass pieces,
An ugly residue; the leaves still reflected!

The technical aspects of poetry writing has been clearly deviated. Composed on the 19th December 2007.

WITHERED

Hey I am back after a long time. This was a poem written by me long ago out of my high emotions. Some of them read it but I didn't make public my poetic skills! ;)

WITHERED

The sun shone on a thick,
Brown wasted mass of wood.
Garbage strewn all over.
Legging to it at the end,
A gypsy girl with uncombed,
Multicoloured hair and
A tin tuna can with dirty
Drinking water stopped
To observe.

Vendors,Hawkers, Policemen,
Little children, Big children,
Blind eyes, Sleeping eyes
Unconcerned legs, concerned mouths
All passed by

But none saw what she saw.
Water sacrificed
Thirsty girl pearled a smile.
Sun shone brightly ,
Sweat trickled from her
Forehead aiming to quench.

Vendors,Hawkers, Policemen,
Little children, Big children,
Blind eyes, Sleeping eyes
Unconcerned legs, concerned mouths
All passed by as usual.

Girl too never gave up.
Heart fresh as ever
Inside a worn out body.
Nature goddess blessed her.
Flowers sold, leaves weaved,
Fruits eaten.

Seasons never failed
The gypsy maiden.
Fearful eyes, hanging tongues.
Breathed on her.
Noise vibrated the leaves.
Maiden never returned.

Sun shone brightly on the
Thick brown mass of wood.
Garbage strewn stood waiting...

Please don't comment/judge on the technical aspects of poetry. Its just something done on my own. Very unscientific and after all, things from the heart are like that!

Random thoughts

Everything changes...The seasons, the world we live in and the entire universe. Even our body changes without us controlling it. Why can't we change ourselves? Our attitude, our thoughts and our perceptions?

The problem comes when we feel that whatever we do is perfect. When we think that we know everything and then what more is there to learn? The truly knowledgeable always feel that they know nothing. Newton has himself said that what he had discovered is not even equal to a sand particle lying on the shores.

Had a look at the picture? What do you make of it? Here are 12 different ways you can perceive the same picture.

1. Leaf/flower petal 2. Candle flame 3. Coconut shell 4. Joined hands 5. The gap between two buttons on a shirt 6. An opening of a bag 7. A shape of an eye 8. Opened Zip 9. Window 10. Bindhi 11. Conch shell 12. Water drop

And there are more ways to perceive this. So one can imagine about every situation in life. In logic there is a principle. If something is true for any arbitrary element, It is true for everything in this universe. Likewise every situation in life can be perceived in different ways by different people.

So how can we expect others to react in our own terms? Let me tell you an example. If you give a sweet yummy chocolate to a child, he/she will love you for it but if you give the same to a diabetic he/she may think you are sadistic.

Everyone around us is actually very good, they are the best in fact. It is only our preconceived notions and partial knowledge that makes a happy situation a living hell.

Mr A. is standing in the shade of a tree. A monkey is swinging from branch to branch above. A group of people nearby are looking at where the man is standing and are laughing. At once the man is full of suspicion. Are they laughing at me? Their laughter is so irritating? What is wrong with them? I better run away from here. Little does he realise that they are actually laughing at the monkey on top of the tree.

I am no sage or saint or sadhu or a genius but an ordinary human being full of petty desires and uncontrolled emotions. I have read many blogs seen a lot of my friends blogging, but they all had one thing in common. They were full of their achievements, their passion and their experiences.

I would like to dedicate this small space in the internet to good positive lightening strokes that entire my mind on and off.

Negative feelings, unnecessary worry, stress, anxiety and tension really drains me out of my energy so why not think positive at least while composing for this blog. What say?

Life is subject to so much experimentation. You succeed in some and you lose some but a true scientist never gives up on his mission. So why not aim to become a scientist?

There is never an end to progress. Even if one feels that one has done something to an utmost perfection there is always scope for creativity.

I end on the same note I started. We can be creative in our attitude, our thoughts and our perceptions.

More to follow don't miss it. Till then. Bye for now.

Prayer

O Lord,
Thou Art the light of my intelligence
The purity of my soul
The quiet strength of my vital
The endurance of my body
I rely on Thee alone and I want to be entirely thine
Make me surmount all the obstacles on the way.