namrita_bopanna

Hello
World
I sit atop
a pile of doubt.
I searched high and low,
near, wide & far.
I found emails and blogs,
friends no bar.
The world's grown smaller,
closer and known.
Yet I feel the distance between the souls,
proximity's cover blown.
I find more in the odd fictional book and bind,
the world's ideas afloat.
Comfort in obscure treasures in a sheltered nook,
like a raft in a private moat.
The castle is a ramblin' web of internet debris all alight,
a volcano smokin' , awaiting.
The webs woven in the heap, lost in the maze of words and letters,
nothing worth baiting, just bursting.
Everyone wants to rule the world and none can stop trying-swifter, niftier, better lookin',
until the better's best and then again beaten......endless pursuit, endless & trying.
Can't we simply live in the shade, watching children grow while the old molt in retirement?
Gently toiling til evening, respite and home to be loved..is glory far more worth achieving?

I LIKE.........

• DOROTHY PARKER...
• http://litlebanana.livejournal.com/

All the seasons turn
And now I'm in Spring.
What blossoms delight
As my lil' one does bring.

While Monsoon pours,
Afloat in my own private pier,
Though floods overwhelm,
I never knew life as I do here.

When Autumn comes,
I'll watch leaves brown,
Holding him close,
Won't let him see Winter's frown.

Once in a lifetime they do say,
Yet I know seasons will turn day after day..
Again and again..
As I lead him thru'..
....The seasons of his life.

A friend of mine asked me this-
Why, oh why, do you not write?!
In reply..

So many ideas but my passion's sublime,
It's not that I haven't the time!

When you really come down to it,
I wonder if expression is just a gambit,
To garner attention in this fickle world,
Where there's praise one moment then cynicisms hurled.

Rather put ideas to better use..
Actions not words are my latest muse.
So forgive me my reticence, my apparent sloth..
For when the urge strikes, pen to paper, words will be wrought.

Until then, when great ideas dawn,
Until another morrow and another morn... Adieu!

how often do we see in others what seems rather than what is? our lives mere reflections.. couldn't it be simpler to just be and let live.. but the human nature is perverse.. revelling in adversity.

three lines he bade me write..of life.
of storms at my gate..in poetic strife..
yet the passion of him at road's end is worth all.

moans to vent
this page free to rent
my laments..
need to be spent..
not to be meant..
just as an exit from descent.

a season's dance..
a little romance.
given half a chance.

subtle ranting..
dogs panting.

feeling better..
loretta..
am i well..well..well?
better now..
now that i've found how..
without blowing in the wind!

Sometimes when we see a face everyday or a place we pass by every morning, novelty strikes, strikes and again...until it wears off into the mundane. The ageing young love unlike wine...losing touch though so close...marriage because you're married..call because you have a phone. Taking for granted what you have and then having it no more. How to explain this to the common people who sense as they are sensible yet feel no more, in their emotional sloth. At the end of the day,we all stand alone..each to his own...fooling ourselves otherwise.A sea of island humanity. I can give myself to none but me. What a child i am. Dreamer. Miles to go before i sleep. How i long for it..

Sanity is a dry place.Devoid of extremes.Safe.Quiet.Orderly.Measured response.Peaceful.

Crazy is a crazy place.Hurt wailing.Joy screaming.Streaming.Love painfully bursting.All or none.Ssssssssh.Ssh.Not so loud:they can hear. What will they think?

I don't need remedy.What's there to mend? Nothing's ever whole. I need that hug. I'm with you. I miss you. I can't do your bit for you but I'll watch you and know how you are, why you feel. Same for me, I hope.If you don't mind. Much better. We're alone.You. Me.Stand alone...with me.Be my friend...not spouse.That smacks of routine convenience and the utility room.What?

hello fellow bloggers...
long time no see...
no time to rhyme..
no rhyme, if time..

but being the new year..this 2006..
i could not miss..
an opportunity..this!
wishing you all..
cheer!...
in these times of fear.

resolutions..not much good..yet.
how goes your resolve? do tell!
inspiration i seek...
mine is meek!

all said and done-2005 was good..gone..
2004...better! long gone..
2006...better's best? hope is the answer..
optimistic, a vehicle to ride on.
GOOD LUCK YE ALL!

what to do?

expecting a result tomorrow.. expecting...but not wanting it.. forgotten but freshly reminded.. like salt in an old wound made raw.. don't wanna know...don't wanna go.. through the pain of losing again.. something...anything! here's my prayer...oh one up there...i may not be deserving but there are worse people to flunk than me!(what an unworthy thought! stone me..condemn me.. i accept this defeat!)

i was a little tadpole swimming in the pond..
grew up believing that i'd remain happy ever long..
then around came a school of bright an' piddly fish...
they took a look at me an' said.."blimey! what worm is this???"
"worm?" i asked..quite sure it meant something like a stray dog...
"oh.." said a bitty fish,"you're the lil' worm that turns in to a frog!"
"no fin...
such a sin..
no scale..
just a tail..
in summary or just as short..
you amount.. to not a darned damned lot!"

crushed the lil' tadpole swam behind reeds..
to prevent the tears escaping, it's eyes it squeezed an' squeezed!
"oh!" it heaved a deeply suffering and awesome sigh!
"why?..oh, WHY??!! couldn't I just roll over an' die!"
"why ever didn't daddy frog keep me safer from this harm..
or a thousand retorts teach, that i may these fish alarm!"
but then.. as it is with time, the tadpole continued to swim...
coping with insults from a shining strength within.

lil' slimy tadpole grew in to a handsome frog...
that could jump and leap like an angel from leaf to distant log!
it took pride in the stretch of it's limbs..
in the reach of it's tongue...in the buzz of the gnat..
in the length of the pond ..and the song of the bird..
in the splash of the branch falling from the tree..
and not a memory of past insult did taint it's living dream.

then along came this pretty sprite, to bathe by the moonlight..
just her sight made it's heart beat...
just her lithe movement made his soul sweet!
"oh! what nature of creature can this be..?
if it be not fish..then maybe it could love me!"
saying this the winsome frog skipped the waters light..
and landing in the sprite's lap...pronounced it's love.
"fie!" screeched the moonlit sprite!
"what horror could you be???!!"
"that you could startle me thus..
and force me to shy away...this pond to leave?"
"what liberty?what turn of thought?
would make you to perceive..
that your love in exchange of mine..
was a certain possibility?"
"NEVER!"cried the cruel sprite..
"a love such as this was never meant to be!"

crushed the lil' frog turned his head in shame..
until great anger and a bubbling wrath overcame..
he leaped his highest leap..
and landed in the marsh..
he leaped oh so high and again..
until the breath he drew was harsh..
and landing yet another time on to the lissome sprite..
took her lips in the deepest punishing bite!
"a kiss such as this for a love's curse such as thee..!"
and with these words from stinging lips he leaped away to flee..

with each leap in to the marsh..he began to also stride..
for lo and behold his froggy legs were covered with human hide!
his arms were sheathed in a pale and velvet skin..
his head filled out and sprouted silken fur that seemed rooted from within!
"oh what alchemy can this be that i grow so alike..
to the sprite whose lips i chose to bite!"
and as he ran through the marsh he began to think back & long..
to the days when a granny frog had sung a lil' granny song..
of a lil' boy who fell into a murky magic pond..
turned to tadpole by a devilish female wand!

what reson they gave was now not of need..
as to be human and handsome was to be reborn and freed..
of all the insults and fishy slights..
irrespective of individual character or inherant animal rights.
and from that moment did the frog prince vow..
never would he bow..
to insult..
to shame..
to labels..
or names..
to the whims of others without self respect..
to guilt without true blame..
to the will of those who seek to please only those whose might exceeds...
to the will of those who show no honour to all that is truly good..
to the will of those who seek to excel by the oppression of others..
to the will of those who revel in undue criticism..
who seek to crush the soul..
and sear the spirit..
to assign no value to endeavour, faith and love..
no value for truth, yet value the truth as set down by Others!
NEVER WOULD HE BOW TO THESE..

FROG OR FISH..
MAN OR BIRD..
AS ANY OF THESE...
HE WOULD WALK ALONE..
TALL...PROUD..FILLED WITH LOVE..
AND SURE OF ONE BEING ALWAYS BY HIS SIDE..
HIMSELF!

have you ever gone through life with this feeling of having a mission or at least the feeling that there must be one but you haven't quite discovered it...or when you are well and running on the right track to the finish you are distracted or "thwarted"...only to lose your lane and you begin running in the general direction you were running in but it's not quite the same...occassionally there are flashes of lucidity and then again a lapse in to a routine ....like working through a day with blinders on ...only there are pinholes in them and the odd rays of light distract / haze and you find that wot you thought was meant to be is just an ilusion and a disappointed hope...HELP PEOPLE!...A NIGHTMARE...like my dreams of falling in an endless pit...falling..falling...falling................

feeling like that moonbeam on a pane..looking in on the sound asleep...just a peep..to be a part..at heart...only ..always free....
piano strings and old jazz.. like the strains of some beautiful..long forgotten melody..of love...longing..tender pain...aching...gentle..maddening..sure.
sweeping susurrus of the over head breeze...as i lay my head among the grass..my limbs..my shape.
velvet midnight...flaming eyes..sparkling charms against myriad ...plenty black..deepest blue...truest hue...depth..endless infinity..and light.
i sigh..i lay...i lie...die and live in a breath..one to another...merging seamless...end without beginning and start without end...
...and i am satisfied to just soak up some old jazz...play me again sam!

of late i seem to float on this miasmic air...
to nothing else can it compare?
never sure of days past or coming on..
wot steps to take, to never stumble upon..
pray tell me!

then a lite fuses...the bulb is replaced..
i view the choices with which i am faced ..
i realise i still can't decide ..
so i chuck the whole thing and thicken my hide..
correct me!

no resolutions shall i make..
no heroic vows shall i take..
this year i will be the best i can..
the best each day and for every man..
encourage me!

new year wishes to everyone..
god bless us all and bless us well!

A chance introduction has led me here on a random path..where it leads... is not important...the expression is..so this is to kick start this one-in-an-oblivion journal:

tigger tigger burning blight
in the forests that aint quite right
wot immoral hand of twerp
dare train thy skewed symmetry?

in wot distance do you spring or fly..
as pooh sits down to his honey n' rye?
piglet does, to be a pig, aspire..
tigger on pogo roars:higher..higher!

in milne's mind did tigger fire
that tigger's heart may never tire!
and when he comes hopping by..
can trouble be far behind?

wot pen? wot whim? wot flight of thought?
in wot oven was tigger wrought?

tigger tigger burning sprite
tread gently now lest eeyore fright!
wot immoral hand of twerp
dare scorn this childish poetry?

( forgive me william blake...your poem never ceases to fascinate me..i dedicate this liberty of rhyme to you!!!! may your soul rest in peace and choose not to haunt me!)