Suppose

If we pass gently through a sieve
Now breaking into bits
and
become whole on the other side
again.
Would we be the same?

If we flutter pretty in the breeze
Like a saree in a balcony
and
get folded into a shelf
again
Would we be the same?

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Hope, keeps the world going

We were told as kids

nodu magu, suno beta, daikho 

We have no control over the arrow that is shot and the word that is uttered. So we were warned, be careful ... you never know how far reaching your actions may be ...

That did make me apprehensive. It bound me within the confines of 'what if ...'

Now here is a poem that fills me with hope. That the arrow will come to rest at an oak causing no harm and remaining unharmed. That the words will not be twisted out of context. But will remain a source of inspiration and love in my friend's mind.

Here's to hope. and here's to a happy life.

Hope

The Arrow and the Song By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;

And the song, from beginning to end,

I found again in the heart of a friend. 

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Most reviewers this this poem is about friendship. Do you think I got it right? or got it wrong?

Drawing water with a sieve

If every blog of mine had a hundred hits
If every joke of mine had you in splits
If my every story launched blockbusters
Wah! Then you should see how tall I could be.

If my cheques had a lot more zero
If corrupt told Baba ‘mujjhe maaf karo’
If Bangalore weather made it to Delhi
Wah! Then you should see how happy I could be.

If this, if that, if only, ...what if 
In sorrow or joy, in tomorrow we live
Like the top that spins on the tip of a nail
Our fine world moves on the point of IF.

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The Mighty Tree

About interdependence

This is a sturdy and happy tree,
With flowers and fruits on branches three
Animals and birds come here to feed,
To rest in its shade. And grow and breed.

They squeak and they squawk
People sit in its shade and talk
So much noise and so much chatter
The tree decides to change the matter.

The tree gives a shake and turns mean
‘Go away! Shoo, from my branches green’
With a sigh and a bye the animals went
‘Why? Aren’t we friends?’ They lament.

A few weeks later....

Branches are bare; the flowers are gone
Bees and squirrels leave the tree alone.
Termites come to attack the tree
They climb up the trunk fast and free

Is the tree happy? Let us look at it now
Where are the leaves? Where is the glow?
The tree is sad, most unhappy too
It longs for its friends, even one or two.

A few weeks later...

‘Come my friends’ implores the tree
‘Sit on my branches, sing and be free’.
A sparrow obliges and chirps two songs
It’s magic! Look! Green leaves in throngs.

Animals, birds, butterflies and bees,
Creepers, herbs, shrubs and trees
Must live together as a one family
Each needs the other to thrive happily.



Mighty Tree



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I suppose the tree dint have internet and cell phones
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Is That You?

Sometimes

You do little things to bring on a grin.
You buy a gift – for no rhyme or reason.
Your hug is healing. Your smile has meaning.

Sometimes
You’re judgemental and spicy.
You’re opinionated and dicey.
Pure and delightful, gossipy and soulful,

Sometimes
Vigorous at work, daring, ambitious,
Spontaneous, planned, and copy book.
But at all times

Be sure, YOU are YOU.

Your dreams are important
Your hopes are valid
You are PRECIOUS
Imagine!!! We have only ONE OF YOU.

Bikes, Cars and Xbox are for guys
Ribbons, flowers and perfumes are for gals
Huh! Why be caught in ancient shackles?
Why conform when we can be different?
This for you………

and this to take

this too, for the lapel

 one for the road

HAVE A GREAT DAY

Did you like this?
In a mood for a laugh? May be you can read  Engaging Accents.

Silence speaks

Relationships are tricky things. Those that we love the most can cause the greatest joy and the greatest pain.

Poet WB Yeats lays bare his feelings for the girl of his dreams in this poem called  'He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven'. The poem holds within it the courage to express affection and the contrasting fear of hurt. I think this rose and thorn duality holds true for all relationships not necessarily only the romantic ones. The last two lines of the poem are often quoted and summarize the thought.


Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread upon my dreams.

In the Life of Pi by Yann Martel the young boy Pi is with his teacher in the zoo and suddenly he desperately wants to stop the conversation and the argument. Listen to Pi’s thoughts.

‘I said nothing. It wasn’t for fear of angering Mr. Kumar. I was more afraid that in a few words thrown out he may destroy something I loved.’

2 poems …….For the Child in You

Lunch Time for Hippo
Said Hippo to his mother
‘I can’t eat anymore.
I’ve had carrots and beans and
all the cabbage in the store

…two baskets of nuts
and some corn in a bin.’
‘Eat some more’, said mother
‘You are really very thin!!’
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Talking to Grandpa

Grandpa! O! Grandpa!
Will you come with me?
To run and jump
And climb the tallest tree?

Grandpa! O! Grandpa!
Will you teach me how?
To dive and swim
And a little boat, row?

Grandpa! O! Grandpa!
Will you show me please?
How to ski and surf
And fly a kite in the breeze?

Grandpa! O! Grandpa!
I love playing with you
You stand on your head
Making me dizzy too!

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