The simple bare necessities

Don't

2008-05-05T13:31:00.000-07:00

Don't dream dreams
They dissipate
Don't formulate fantasies
They fade away
Don't conjure castles
They crumble with age
Don't weave tapestries of triumph
They become threadbare
Don't wish upon a shooting star
They swiftly spark and shy away
Don't have a lilt in your heart
They are silenced by the world
Don't dream dreams
My heart it says.......

Life or something like it...

2008-04-17T08:51:00.000-07:00

Loss
Laughter
Melancholy
Melodious
Tedious
Tender
Bereft
Bountiful
Loneliness
Love
Adjectives
Adversity
Life
Living on

I cant write

2007-02-16T12:40:00.000-08:00

The writers block
It has arrived
The black mask
the white shroud
Signifying death all around
The words are dead
Vacant and vapid
they scream across the screen
like Banshees that will not be silenced
Devoid of thought
I despair
I cannot write
I have lost my scribe
The writers block
it has arrived

Descent

2006-08-20T13:12:00.000-07:00

The petals wilt,
The plaster peels,
The weeds grow,
The soul pales
I am destined to always fail,
Remorse and regret are my fallen friends
Who remain with me in my barren den,
The air is stale ,the future blank,
I stare at the remains of the parched river bank,
The weeds they grow and engulf me all around,
My soul is a wasteland left barren and torn,
I am devoid of intellect and profound thought
I am in abeyance and await for a sign
For a charm
An escape route to take me away from it all
But I withstand and yield to the failures aplenty
And lie in defeat at the hands of the fates tyranny.

Nonsense genre:Poetic conversation 2

2006-08-13T10:12:00.000-07:00

There once was a soldier who cracked some jokes,
That were funny but made people choke
The "heindlich" brand of humor was born
It involved choking laughter
The heindlich brand did a lot of damage
That caused a war and lots of carnage
Many a man choked in mirth
To be gender unbiased so did many women
The women swooned at the soldiers feet,
He made them laugh and charmed them sweet
But his shoes were not polished
,his feet smelled
They choked again ,in mirth and due to stink
Did his feet smell ,did his shoes stink?Maybe it was the skunk he washed at his sink?
Skunk stinking shoes near sink
he could choke u with tongue twisters to
tongue twisters he espoused to all around,
who got tangled in a web of words profound
A humorous smelly unpolished tongue twister,
A serial killer more sinister den jack 'the ripper'
A soldier? a killer ? I tend not to agree
A person of such charm and humour for all to see
Of course you don't ,you are enchanted too
Serial I said ,not cereal ,kellogs to be precise
A serial cereal eater I presume,
Who had his fill of the kegs of Kelloggs he consumed
elementary poetess in crime
he made them laugh over the kegs they were consuming,
they choked, fell,but no respite
For they fell at feet exuding smells undefined
So this poetess concludes this for all,that the soldier was a chap who used his humour as his weapon of choice
To weaken the hearts of all and sundry
And specially those women he met who were many

A poetic conversation between a certain NK and me.
A freewheeling nonsense poem where each of us had to come up with replies to each others lines.
A game you should try sometime.

Nonsense poem #1

2006-06-14T08:48:00.000-07:00

I
There once was an elephant,
That turned grey and blue,
He was known as the pachyderm that plays the blues,
This elephant had large ears that fanned everyone around,
And in summertime around these ears animals would abound,
He was a heavy chap was he,
And swaggered through the trees,
And mashed up all the bamboos,
The pandas wanted to eat.
His name was the Bluesy bard,
Coz he was blue and loved to rhyme a lot.

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My first attempt at the nonsense genre (a pathetic attempt but posting it for posterity's sake ). Thanks to The Beatle for the inspiration, you write the best ones.

2006-05-18T08:31:00.000-07:00

Wasted angst,
Sullen sighs,
I shirk this world,
And deride,
Humanity is commonplace,
It does not inspire,
It only hates,
I seek a world,
That liberates,
That offers peace,
And Exudes grace,
Where humanity is possessed,
Of compassion and not hatred,
A world of peace?
Humanity that is compassionate?
These Dreams they haunt and chide,
I pray for a dreamless sleep,
To live my life at peace.

........Wrote that to reflect my views on peace....hmmmm

Matilda

2006-03-11T07:32:00.000-08:00

Bruce Bogtrotter eating chocolate cake with the school egging him on.
Matilda,a brilliant girl able to multiply large numbers in her head.
An evil javelin throwing grotesque aunt.
The newt incident.
Amanda's pigtails.
The speedboat salesmen.
The packages.
And of course Matilda loves books.
Miss Honey: Do you like to read Matilda?
Matilda: I love to read ,Miss Honey.

Well no wonder I saw Matilda for the umpteenth time.

My parents : You're watching Matilda! Stop being juvenile for gods sake you're 23.

Me: (Pretending to read the newspaper) Oh please it was just on and by the way I am reading the paper are'nt I.

Juvenile... sadly I will always be that.

Books...

2006-02-28T07:19:00.000-08:00

I have been reading lately came across this set of books by Ngaio Marsh, classic theatrical whodunits ,stories about grim damsels and aging actresses,murder and grace.
I liked these stories complicated enough to arrest my attention and easy enough to empathise with.
I like books like these... off late I was quite disenchanted with books .
I was just lost among words that held no meaning ,thoughts that did not resonate and was left with a vacant stillness within.

Sometimes I just like a steaming cup of tea and a book that weaves a simple graceful story.

Sometimes its nice to know that the "Butler could have done her in" .

Mediocrity

2006-02-16T20:50:00.000-08:00

Mediocrity dampens,
Like a cloak inhibiting your skills,
Leaden with the weight of your incompetence,
You recede into a state of fear and incomprehension,
Cocooned in a world of your own creation you reside,
Constantly in fear of the challenge that awaits outside.

Hmm I wrote that...feeling very blue I guess.The only word I fear and loathe is mediocrity,just to always be no one and still someone.

Sredni Vashthar

2006-02-15T09:21:00.000-08:00

Sredni Vashthar went forth ,
His thoughts were red thoughts and his teeth were white.
His enemies called for Peace,but he brought them death.
Sredni Vashtar the Beautiful.

The most cruel true and bitter story about childhood and all that it comprises.