Gloom over the dainty land!

Chennai musing…

Chennai was hit by a severe flood and the whole city is in a dismal state. This is my musing over the sad state of the city:

 

She is languishing in deep depression,

Immersed in a melancholic strain;

She is weeping her heart out,

Like she has never ever done before;

She is covered with filth all over her,

Only worsening as her tears try to wash it away;

She refuses to embrace her guests with a warm hug,

Nor greet them with her bright sunshine smile as always;

Her mind should pay attention to her well-being,

And her heart should reach out to her bruised limbs;

She had paid a lot of attention to charm and glory,

But failed her attention on her basic fitness;

She has been taking pride in her glamour,

While she has missed out on her yoga and stretches;

It will take days for her to get back to shape,

With lot of focus and unflagging effort;

Let us reach out to her and support her,

Until she is able to smile on her own again;

Nature has her own way of combat techniques,

And none can dare stand to offend her!!

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Rise to glory

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I wrote this to my son who is training at the Airforce Academy right now. Hats off to all those youngsters who go through the rigour to accomplish their dreams. God bless!

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The going may be tough
The ask could be hard;
The body may be aching
The mind may be packed;
The legs could be throbbing
The hands may be tired;
The heart could be craving
The shoulders may be sore;
It is all worth it, for you to
Rise to glory, my son!

You may be up before the sun
And keep awake more than him;
You may have to swim like a whale
And absorb things like a sponge;
There is a lot of learning
To prepare you to shine;
It is part of the journey, for you to
Rise to glory, my son!

You need the will
You need the focus
You need the commitment
You need the passion
You need the drive
You need the patience
You need the obsession
For you to,
Rise to glory, my son!

Remember always,
When the going gets tough,
The tough get going!
You are one of that genre,
And it is a blessing;
Rise to glory, my son!!

SHE and She

SHE turns around and snuggles into the comforter,

She shivers as she is slightly wet from the shower;

SHE is a bit grumpy to have been woken up early,

She chirps a few questions trying to make it cheery;

SHE makes herself a cup of hot coffee,

She just awaits a while to get her cup free;

SHE is thinking of what she needs to do at work today,

She is at work and thinking of her son in his bay;

SHE needs her,so she can go out and earn,

She needs her, so she can earn and go out;

SHE gives her a grateful smile as she hands over the coffee,

She reciprocates and asks if she could have some biscuits too;

SHE admires her patience and humility,

She admires her coolness and flamboyance;

What is fair or what is right I do not know,

But there is so much mutual dependency in this flow;

SHE is a typical career woman,

And she is her loyal maid.

Now, read from the beginning, so it makes sense!

Back to teens!

A few of our high-school class mates got together last month. Chatting over coffe, dancing down the memory lanes…

Chatter and noise

Washing us down,

We had fun and laughter,

Taking us back thru decades;

No barriers, no inhibitions,

Poking fun at each other;

It was wonderful to relive,

The moments of yesteryears!

Soul searching…

In the last couple of months,  I have seen three of my dear aunts pass away from this world in the life forms they existed. It has been intriguing me on how this whole cycle of life happens and what exactly happens to the soul that departs the body and how the body, mind and the atma sync up again to structure another life form. This is just a downpour of my thoughts and bears no particular semblence to anyone in particular.

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Is death the stop of breath?

Or is it merely another state of life?

The body has stopped thriving

But the soul is still intact it appears

Pray, is the mind aware of this fact

Or has it gone along with the perished body?

Does it direct the soul to move on,

Or does the soul take on the driver’s seat?

So, who decides what is the next move?

Or where does it take a life form again?

It is a bit too overwhelming

To try to figure out the next outcome.

We miss the loved one whose soul has departed

The person in that life form is no more;

Maybe there is nothing more beyond this,

Or is it so difficult to comprehend,

That we just let the thoughts stand;

May the dear souls rest in peace…

Amen.

Germy issue!

If you have ever been through a toothache, you will see what I mean.

Quagmire

Oh my, my!

Caught in a quagmire,

Sinking down and in ;

The slush hugging my waist,

And gnawing at my chest;

My hands are waving,

And groping the thin air;

There is no one to bother,

An ophidian would seem a friend;

My legs are twirling around,

Tugging me deep inside;

My eyes are screaming for help,

My lips sealed with fear;

Drenched in sweat,

I open my eyes with a start;

Thank God it’s a nightmare!