The Present

You wont give up till the last day
Isn't it a long long way away
It may be in December or May
An endless wait to get your pay
Better is it not, to move after a short pray
And enjoy to the fullest, whats on your tray

It goes on!

A game of poker life is nothing but

You cant control how the deck is cut

You open your cards with lots of hope

A good hand can give plenty of rope

But bad cards shouldnt make you low lay

With anticipation you must stay and play

Friend, keep a poker face and stick it out

In the end you will win without doubt

Even if you dont win it really doesnt matter

When friends you have to dance, drink and chatter

Oh Bea!

Oh I tried so much, gave a lot of thought

But Bea, describe you one cannot,

No, neither in song, pictures nor in text

For none like you in this world or the next

Oh we have to be careful, for you are addictive

You think like a child, do what is intuitive

The talks, from boyfriends to if there is God

You have an answer to everyting, we accept and nod!

Oh Berlin was beautiful when you were here

It didnt matter, that the sun was nowhere near

With you, beer and chocolate were so nice a treat

But please dont break bottles on Berlin's main street!

Oh Bea, always be the way you are now

My best wishes for you, with lots of love

I mIsS yOu ThReE

The little of you I got in exchange

Sometimes keeps me all night waking

In hope for a meeting just by chance

For me to say the right words

That can perhaps make the meaning true

In a cycle we will be, till we unite

For I know, and hope that you too

That we cant overwrite what is to be

And if I have to be born again, I will

To get more of you that will remain

A little bit to another bit, adds up to quite a bit

Big things to achieve, doesn't need so much wit

A little bit to another bit, adds up to quite a bit

How lovely Rome is, and it wasn't built in a day

A continuous work in progress, a never ending play

How magnificent, august and tall it now stands

Centuries after two people started it with their own hands

How can one build the pyramids, I just can't imagine

People had such patience, only in days that had been

Its tough I agree, and a good excuse to go back to sleep

But won’t you get closer, with every stone you keep

The journey can turn out being a futile and frustrating fight

A long and lonely way, with the end nowhere in sight

It’s tough I agree, and it isn't solved by talking

But won’t you get closer, if you get up and start walking

So you see, big things to achieve, doesn't need so much wit

A little bit to another bit, adds up to quite a bit!!

An Acrostic!

Music and art, help me connect unseen dots

Aperitivo I love, before I eat hot falafel in brots

Ryanair is so bad, for it hurts mother earth

Indeed it is bliss, to help someone give birth

Nightlife and nicotine, habits I have outgrown

Another two years, and to India I would have flown

The purpose of life

Seven colours, all children of mother white

Some calm and deep, other playful and bright

Meaning they provide, to understand our fight

Answers they hold, to overcome inside fright

Oh Rainbow, how well you show us the light

That unification is the path to abiding delight

Treasure at the end of the rainbow!

Lovely Seine, Snaking Tiber and also the Great Nile,

Along great rivers of our planet, with plains so fertile,

A race continuous I run, mile after mile,

Hunting material treasure, like gold in a pile,

This trying race takes out a lot, even affects my bile,

Even if ultimately rich, will in the end be a search futile,

Why don't I realize that it has been such a long while,

When I stopped by, to close my eyes and smile;

A Contextual Acrostic II

Jam or marmalade, from fresh strawberries I make

Adding lots of nuts, for my two sons bread I bake

Narrate the story swell, that I wrote on the lamp

Indeed they will look pretty, my t-shirts on the ramp

New people I befriend, when I ride the ferry

Ever read this across, maybe you like it very!

Marathink

My God, I think you are trying to kill me

Why can't you like other people be

I envy them for having so much fun

And you, in this hot sun choose to run

I beg, why don't you stop for a while

Perhaps some rest before the next mile

My body, you very well know I will not rest

In this race against myself, a retrospective test

While closer I get with every step I take

I pray for more strength, to not make me break

Continue I will, this seemingly impossible race

For it brings me closer to God and his grace

Green Seas

Sitting at my table, while eating sweet green peas
I wonder at my painting of two great seas

One calm and serene blue, other a violent red ocean
My energies they are, driving my life into motion

I need my red, to give me the power to fight
To do what I feel, to frighten away fright
Red ignites passion, to love with all my might
Awakens me at dawn, once I sleep tonight

I need my blue too, to let me remain sane
For it is tough, living in the last lane
Blue makes me calm, to separate stone from grain
Helps enjoy real pleasures, like dancing in the rain

Two parts of the same whole, one husband other wife
In equal measure they both, bring balance to my life
They make life interesting, make stories that can be told
Make exciting colorful memories, for when I become old

I wonder at my painting of two great seas
Sitting at my table, while eating sweet green peas

The year that was!

The rainbow, ain't it a reflection of my everyday

A life that is sometimes gloomy, sometimes gay

Its seven colors very clearly the story tell

If I cried today or smiled for all went well

Voilet and Indigo, deep and dark they are

A tough day you see, that ended late at a bar

At peace, calm and quiet is the cloudless blue

A normal day where time very fast flew

Bright and beautiful are both green and yellow

A perfect day, that made me happy and mellow

Passion, energy and love, show orange and red

The day when, for my kids, with my hands I baked bread

These shades of life, seen in a matrix of colorful hue

My calendar, about my everyday, gives so fine a clue

A contextual collage of all seasons, even winter and fall

I smile, for it tells, that it wasn't such a bad year after all

A contextual acrostic

Copenhagen the place, to learn niftiness so neat

Hearing her recite Dr. Seuss, the world's greatest treat

Always a ready smile, for strangers to greet

Ready for the world, exception being markets of meat

Listening to her heart, even at age twenty nine

Other think her crazy, while hugging a tree pine

Tearing down her kitchen, was of course fine

Through intuition it was you see, from a sign divine

Ever try reading this poem, first letter of each line?

No time left to start again

I wonder if there is time to start again

Or go back in time and prevent some pain

For there are many tears shed and fingers burnt

In the name of experience and lessons learnt

My mistake, people remind me with a sigh

That I took the road less travelled by

And that had made all the difference

They expect me to mend my way at least hence

But I wouldnt want it any other way

It wouldnt be me, if my way I don't play

No time to deliberate, when fast you have to run

For in being different and exploring is all the fun

I just move on, thanking God for another day

Looking for another road that unused lay 

The Prized Planet

All the planets lined up with hope, for a lot was at stake

One would win, but a million planet hearts would break

Very critical, an important decision God was going to make

I wonder too, which of all planets would take the cake

 

In great detail the happenings, noted the heaven's scribe

The planets shouted their merits, said deserving was their tribe

Some prayed, some pleaded, and some even tried to bribe

But God was firm, to none their requests did he subscribe

 

The planets crossed their latitudes, hoping a divine intervention

Funny to see these heavenly bodies, in such worldly tension

It was extreme for they even stopped their rotation and revolution,

A treasure the prize must be, to merit such august competition

 

After much thought, God decided on a lovely morn

That Earth would be the planet his gift would adorn

Said it needed much love, for in war and hate it was torn

And that the story is my friend, of how on earth Charlotte was born!!

L'Aquila (An Eagle that was to be prey)

A town, once full of lifel, was now standing still

To view in retrospect, went Jack and Jill up the hill

Crumbled houses, closed shops, a broken windmill

Too many hopes and dreams, that now amount to nil

Broken plates in a kitchen, with leftover sauce and basil

Perhaps a family together had broken bread, with chicken grill

A telephone hanging off the hook, giving still a tone shrill

Perhaps two lovers talking through the night, not worrying about the bill

A half stitched gown, pure white without too much frill

Perhaps of a lovely bride, to be married at the church council

Books lying among broken glass, encyclopedia's and poems on daffodil

Perhaps for the next generation, for appreciation and wisdom to instill

The only living thing, a hungry cat, that seemed so ill

Perhaps with hope that its owner, will be back with food from the mill

It seems strange that people worry so much and plan for beyond until

When we have no control over what is in store per God's will

A silent prayer for peace and future to the people of L'Aquil

Down came Jack and Jill, silent, moody and with thoughts tranquil

Rome and Paris, August Company

Only Rome for Paris, and the other way too

So treasured and rare, what makes these two

Is it imperial history, told through the times

Or art and music, colorful palettes and pleasant chimes

Is it the people, with open hearts and ready smiles

Or the mighty Siene and Tiber, that flow across for miles

Pleased with themselves, how proud these two are

But how on earth for others, did they set so high a bar

Only Rome for Paris, and the other way too

So treasured and rare, what makes these two

Nandini, for me, what makes them treasured and august is only you

Because for me, these two places gave me a chance of meeting you

Straight from the heart, Berlin welcomes you!!

Wanted to let you know, before back you flew

Of another city beautiful, both old and new

 

Know history as it happened, different from what we knew

Visit gardens so pleasing, colourful with fresh dew

 

Germany the beer capital, where the best ales brew

Drink it with schnitzel, eisbein or just plain cashew

 

Multicultural it is, Vietnamese noodle soup and Irish stew

However late in the night, there is no curfew

 

So Nandini, think about it, the idea is new

But you wont regret it if you go ahead and do

 

Just wanted to let you know, before back you flew

Straight from the heart, Berlin welcomes you!!

Nandini's Trip

Sailing eastwards in two thousand nine,

I trudge with a heavy a bag, bless my spine;

As I try to make the whole world mine,

One country, one place, one step at a time.

Europe is beautiful, a place so fine,

People so friendly, and excellent wine;

Strangers I greet, meet, dance with and dine,

I also say, Dont worry mom your daughter is fine.

Eating icecream, yogurt, mango and gelatine,

I walk along the banks of rivers divine;

Thames, Llobregat, Seine and maybe Rhine,

Thinking about reincarnation, future, luck and destine.

Feels good to be alone, to discover and determine,

Nothing to stop my goal, not even the flu of swine;

As I try to make the whole world mine,

One country, one place, one step at a time.

To Vinay Kiran

To write this I have to think so much
But his talent merits thoughts such

You should ask the ladies about him as such
And they will tell you he is just too much
You close your eyes and their skirts dissappear
For free they get to enjoy a pear
And after enjoying everywhere his touch
He says, 'hey lady lets go dutch'

He is but a juggler of words
Any 'milk' he can turn into curds
With him, dont ever compete with verse
Lest literally, you will be cut short and terse

Thats all in this edition
A tribute to this magician
All his friends are damn lucky
To know some one who is so damn f*cky

Everyday - A delight and a fight

The morning is so bright,

and everything seems just so right;

So Priyanka, try with all your might,

to make every moment today an irreplaceble delight;

 

This evening, and then the night,

Time to retire, to recoup for another fight;

Dream Priyanka, while you sleep tight,

Of all the things to make the morning bright;

This blog. What is it about?

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