Three poems that have always inspired me just to be my own , live life to the fullest and never to quit:
IF by Rudyard Kipling:
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
and
Liesure by William Henry Davies:
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
Dont Quit:
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow--
You may succeed with another blow,
Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Five strikes on BMTC
Here are a few observations from a year long journey with,on,across,beside,behind,in Bangalore Metro Transport corporation busses.
1.Eventhough you are damn sure of the destination of the bus.you are tempted to ask the driver or conductor If it stll goes,And even before you have uttered half of the name of the destination, you would have received replies like:"banni banni hogathe" or "ticket thagolli" or "10 rupees"
wonder from where those drivers and conductors learnt to mind read from half uttered words
2.If you give 100 bugs to the conductor,You receive a stare at face,then at your purse,then "change beku,belagge belagge noor rupay kotre yar change kodthare" I have heard that sentence even at 19:15 once...wonder thats a standard sentence to get change desperately...out of 100,90 conductors would scribble the remaining change, and if at all you happen to get a chance to see thier breast pockets,there would be notes of all dominations neatly bundled.Guess they are saving those change for last trip or tomorrow's ride:-)
3.I have been fascinated by conductors holding notes in their left hand,handicrafted between their fingers like flower with correct denominations.Even though when you thought his hands are full and hand him a note,he invariably has enough space to all the people in the bus at that time
4.Ever observed the accuracy in which the conductor recognizes the language of people from their faces.Precisely he will ask the passenger in thier language where to? no matter he is from north India,Andhra Pradesh,Tamil Nadu,Kerala....I asked a conductor once how many languages he knows...He counted and told me 5...and after some told me include urdu also in that:-)
5.The collosal fights...In my year on BMTC almost every other day,we have fights...fights for seat,right from entering ...to fights for change...fights for not giving change...fights for taking the money out late...fights for not telling he needs a ticket or has a pass...fights for resting the hands heavily on the other person...fights for sweating on the other person:-) fights for giving advice to move to a vacant space to ease congestion at entrance:-) funny it may seem,If we think a bit frustration goes out at irregular intervals at irregular situations at wrong people.
A heart felt gratittude to all the BMTC drivers and conductors who make our lives in this city always on wheels, a littile more comfortable
1.Eventhough you are damn sure of the destination of the bus.you are tempted to ask the driver or conductor If it stll goes,And even before you have uttered half of the name of the destination, you would have received replies like:"banni banni hogathe" or "ticket thagolli" or "10 rupees"
wonder from where those drivers and conductors learnt to mind read from half uttered words
2.If you give 100 bugs to the conductor,You receive a stare at face,then at your purse,then "change beku,belagge belagge noor rupay kotre yar change kodthare" I have heard that sentence even at 19:15 once...wonder thats a standard sentence to get change desperately...out of 100,90 conductors would scribble the remaining change, and if at all you happen to get a chance to see thier breast pockets,there would be notes of all dominations neatly bundled.Guess they are saving those change for last trip or tomorrow's ride:-)
3.I have been fascinated by conductors holding notes in their left hand,handicrafted between their fingers like flower with correct denominations.Even though when you thought his hands are full and hand him a note,he invariably has enough space to all the people in the bus at that time
4.Ever observed the accuracy in which the conductor recognizes the language of people from their faces.Precisely he will ask the passenger in thier language where to? no matter he is from north India,Andhra Pradesh,Tamil Nadu,Kerala....I asked a conductor once how many languages he knows...He counted and told me 5...and after some told me include urdu also in that:-)
5.The collosal fights...In my year on BMTC almost every other day,we have fights...fights for seat,right from entering ...to fights for change...fights for not giving change...fights for taking the money out late...fights for not telling he needs a ticket or has a pass...fights for resting the hands heavily on the other person...fights for sweating on the other person:-) fights for giving advice to move to a vacant space to ease congestion at entrance:-) funny it may seem,If we think a bit frustration goes out at irregular intervals at irregular situations at wrong people.
A heart felt gratittude to all the BMTC drivers and conductors who make our lives in this city always on wheels, a littile more comfortable
Sunday, September 20, 2009
How I miss my Mysore
When people said you will realize the value of a thing when you loose it,I half agreed because at that time I could not think of anything that I lost or missed.
Today 144 kms away from my city,sitting on a push back chair in an air conditioned cabin at my work place,I feel a part of me has been lost.Lost in transit..from an easy going college student to a professional.
Frankly I have never missed a dasara in Mysore in 22 years,and today when I realized that a lot is missed by me of my ooru,Mysooru.
Not for anything that I go every week for 2 days and I stay merely 144 kms away from my hometown is a consolation but its not being there.Here are a few things I miss from Mysore:
Just being at my home,in my room,with clothes scattered on my cot,with my diskman always connected to the plug-point,with the novel presently reading bookmarked on shelf,listening to all the aunties discussing the soaps and asking me from time to time were they disturbing me.and my ajji asking dont pay attention to their discussion and concentrate on studies:-) my street with all the tution going students (My adjacent building houses a tution) chattering about their day talking about WWE and cricket and sometimes filling my house to see live cricket.Listening to music with volume 32 and singing with it and getting scoldings from niebhour uncle..Believe me I used to crib at that before but now It has become that much important to be mentioned in the blog:)
D.Devaraja Urs road....urs road sometimes,dd road someimes or simply DR sometimes.walking aimlessly pointlessly cluelessly reasonlessly wait, there sometimes was a reason:bird watching:-) But walking at 23:36 in the middle of urs road,with friends avoiding police uncle,and if we do come across any asking him "en sir ,aytha oota" was bliss.Really that raod holds some magnetic force as bermuda triangle.Ask any mysorean,he tells a refreshing tale hoe urs road is dear to him.Here I need to mention Sumanth and Harsha.Guys if at all you read this blog.you know what I am talking about right! .Also loafing at CCD seeing buses plying or eating masalpuri at More junction.or buying pirated books from Manju (I am his regular customer from 2005) and bargaing everytime knowing he will atlast give it to 50 bugs no matter what price he asked in the begining,no matter what size the book is.No matter the quality of paper(its pirated and they have divisions of quality of paper,belive me!) or shopping with amma at market prior to festival.
Sayyaji rao road.No short forms for this (why?its a mystery till now) drinking Badam milk at Bombay Tiffanies.eating masal dose at Bombay Indra Bhavan with coffee,chatting with Shivanna,the server there from 25 years.He once confided with me in one of our conversations that if at all there was a next birth he wanted to be a server at Indira Bhavan.or Ismail opticals where I bought my first spectacles or Guru sweets whose steaming Mysore Pak makes everyone go mad.
Mysore palace....walking almost everyday after supper in the road leading to palace from corporation junction.and on the way back having Badam milk at VB bakery.tell you guys thats worth a million bugs! Arjun and Srinidhi,If at all you read this post I miss you guys and you know we miss all three being together after supper walking to palace.Harsha Sumi and Nagesha also acknowledge the fact that road is indeed kinda romantic (alvendro?)
Betta......riding on Raghunandan's CT-100.singing loudly,he perfectly,me imperfectly:) Raghu:maga I miss that a lot kano! going at 21:17 on fridays to the main temple not waiting in queque on the pretext of having influence and calling Vishwa standing in front of temple gate and asking him to come and escort:) Deepu:you know what fun it is:)
Hmmm I can go on...and on...its kinda improptu blog.with no connections to any of the sentences...(I know) But thought of writing this on a day Dasara 2009 was inaugurated and I missed being in Mysore not seeing the bulb light litted Palace or DD urs road or Sayyaji rao road or not being at Maharaja college grounds for yuva dasara...
Will catch all of them when I go there next wednesday:-)
Today 144 kms away from my city,sitting on a push back chair in an air conditioned cabin at my work place,I feel a part of me has been lost.Lost in transit..from an easy going college student to a professional.
Frankly I have never missed a dasara in Mysore in 22 years,and today when I realized that a lot is missed by me of my ooru,Mysooru.
Not for anything that I go every week for 2 days and I stay merely 144 kms away from my hometown is a consolation but its not being there.Here are a few things I miss from Mysore:
Just being at my home,in my room,with clothes scattered on my cot,with my diskman always connected to the plug-point,with the novel presently reading bookmarked on shelf,listening to all the aunties discussing the soaps and asking me from time to time were they disturbing me.and my ajji asking dont pay attention to their discussion and concentrate on studies:-) my street with all the tution going students (My adjacent building houses a tution) chattering about their day talking about WWE and cricket and sometimes filling my house to see live cricket.Listening to music with volume 32 and singing with it and getting scoldings from niebhour uncle..Believe me I used to crib at that before but now It has become that much important to be mentioned in the blog:)
D.Devaraja Urs road....urs road sometimes,dd road someimes or simply DR sometimes.walking aimlessly pointlessly cluelessly reasonlessly wait, there sometimes was a reason:bird watching:-) But walking at 23:36 in the middle of urs road,with friends avoiding police uncle,and if we do come across any asking him "en sir ,aytha oota" was bliss.Really that raod holds some magnetic force as bermuda triangle.Ask any mysorean,he tells a refreshing tale hoe urs road is dear to him.Here I need to mention Sumanth and Harsha.Guys if at all you read this blog.you know what I am talking about right! .Also loafing at CCD seeing buses plying or eating masalpuri at More junction.or buying pirated books from Manju (I am his regular customer from 2005) and bargaing everytime knowing he will atlast give it to 50 bugs no matter what price he asked in the begining,no matter what size the book is.No matter the quality of paper(its pirated and they have divisions of quality of paper,belive me!) or shopping with amma at market prior to festival.
Sayyaji rao road.No short forms for this (why?its a mystery till now) drinking Badam milk at Bombay Tiffanies.eating masal dose at Bombay Indra Bhavan with coffee,chatting with Shivanna,the server there from 25 years.He once confided with me in one of our conversations that if at all there was a next birth he wanted to be a server at Indira Bhavan.or Ismail opticals where I bought my first spectacles or Guru sweets whose steaming Mysore Pak makes everyone go mad.
Mysore palace....walking almost everyday after supper in the road leading to palace from corporation junction.and on the way back having Badam milk at VB bakery.tell you guys thats worth a million bugs! Arjun and Srinidhi,If at all you read this post I miss you guys and you know we miss all three being together after supper walking to palace.Harsha Sumi and Nagesha also acknowledge the fact that road is indeed kinda romantic (alvendro?)
Betta......riding on Raghunandan's CT-100.singing loudly,he perfectly,me imperfectly:) Raghu:maga I miss that a lot kano! going at 21:17 on fridays to the main temple not waiting in queque on the pretext of having influence and calling Vishwa standing in front of temple gate and asking him to come and escort:) Deepu:you know what fun it is:)
Hmmm I can go on...and on...its kinda improptu blog.with no connections to any of the sentences...(I know) But thought of writing this on a day Dasara 2009 was inaugurated and I missed being in Mysore not seeing the bulb light litted Palace or DD urs road or Sayyaji rao road or not being at Maharaja college grounds for yuva dasara...
Will catch all of them when I go there next wednesday:-)
Life's little instruction manual
Have a firm handshake.
Look people in the eye.
Sing in the shower.
Own a great stereo system.
If in a fight, hit first and hit hard.
Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen everyday.
Always accept an outstretched hand.
Be brave. Even if you're not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference.
Whistle.
Avoid sarcastic remarks.
Choose your life's mate carefully. From this one decision will come 90 per cent of all your happiness or misery.
Make it a habit to do nice things for people who will never find out.
Lend only those books you never care to see again.
Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all that they have.
When playing games with children, let them win.
Give people a second chance, but not a third.
Be romantic.
Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.
Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life-and-death matters, Nothing is as important as it first seems.
Don't allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It's there for your convenience, not the caller's.
Be a good loser.
Be a good winner.
Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret. When someone hugs you, let them be the first to let go.
Be modest. A lot was accomplished before you were born.
Keep it simple.
Beware of the person who has nothing to lose.
Don't burn bridges. You'll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river.
Live your life so that your epitaph could read, No Regrets
Be bold and courageous. When you look back on life, you'll regret the things you didn't do more than the one's you did.
Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them.
Remember no one makes it alone. Have a grateful heart and be quick to acknowledge those who helped you.
Take charge of your attitude. Don't let someone else choose it for you.
Visit friends and relatives when they are in hospital; you need only stay a few minutes.
Begin each day with some of your favorite music.
Once in a while, take the scenic route.
Answer the phone with enthusiasm and energy in your voice.
Keep a note pad and pencil on your bed-side table. Million-dollar ideas sometimes strike at 3 a.m.
Show respect for everyone who works for a living, regardless of how trivial their job.
Send your loved ones flowers. Think of a reason later.Make someone's day by paying the toll for the person in the car behind you.
Become someone's hero.
Marry only for love.
Count your blessings.
Compliment the meal when you're a guest in someone's home.
Wave at the children on a school bus.
Remember that 80 per cent of the success in any job is based on your ability to deal with people.
Don't expect life to be fair.
Source: A forward
Look people in the eye.
Sing in the shower.
Own a great stereo system.
If in a fight, hit first and hit hard.
Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen everyday.
Always accept an outstretched hand.
Be brave. Even if you're not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference.
Whistle.
Avoid sarcastic remarks.
Choose your life's mate carefully. From this one decision will come 90 per cent of all your happiness or misery.
Make it a habit to do nice things for people who will never find out.
Lend only those books you never care to see again.
Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all that they have.
When playing games with children, let them win.
Give people a second chance, but not a third.
Be romantic.
Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.
Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life-and-death matters, Nothing is as important as it first seems.
Don't allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It's there for your convenience, not the caller's.
Be a good loser.
Be a good winner.
Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret. When someone hugs you, let them be the first to let go.
Be modest. A lot was accomplished before you were born.
Keep it simple.
Beware of the person who has nothing to lose.
Don't burn bridges. You'll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river.
Live your life so that your epitaph could read, No Regrets
Be bold and courageous. When you look back on life, you'll regret the things you didn't do more than the one's you did.
Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them.
Remember no one makes it alone. Have a grateful heart and be quick to acknowledge those who helped you.
Take charge of your attitude. Don't let someone else choose it for you.
Visit friends and relatives when they are in hospital; you need only stay a few minutes.
Begin each day with some of your favorite music.
Once in a while, take the scenic route.
Answer the phone with enthusiasm and energy in your voice.
Keep a note pad and pencil on your bed-side table. Million-dollar ideas sometimes strike at 3 a.m.
Show respect for everyone who works for a living, regardless of how trivial their job.
Send your loved ones flowers. Think of a reason later.Make someone's day by paying the toll for the person in the car behind you.
Become someone's hero.
Marry only for love.
Count your blessings.
Compliment the meal when you're a guest in someone's home.
Wave at the children on a school bus.
Remember that 80 per cent of the success in any job is based on your ability to deal with people.
Don't expect life to be fair.
Source: A forward
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Why "Puddles of Sunshine"
Now when you just think of doing something ,its for two reasons.one its absolutely necessary.other its a part of your life,inadvertently imbibed in your system.
I thought of blogging in 2007.That statement is kind of a speech implied to woo children to do homework.But I have to admit I always found time and reason to avoid it.Though I posted poems elsewhere and here,I always felt Blogging on a regular basis is literally not my cup of tea.
This Blog’s title”puuddles of sunshine” was coined when I was travelling on a KSRTC suvarna sarige bus from Madikeri to Mysooru.From that day I always felt telling everyone(Dont know who) how I got to that tiltle.So here I go with my first blog dedicated to vast stretches of greenery dotted with blue skies on State highway 57
Window gazing was always my fantasy as I have spent as mush time in buses as much as in classes .Craving for window seats at city bus was always my top priority till 6th grade.Arithmetic,poems by Kuvempu,or Brazil’s geography came later..So when I had a widow seat that day and gazed across it,I found a lot of things that fit in to poetic way of seeing life.Not hi-fi or matrisized or complicated,Just a way I looked at it in the scenario of fitting the things where it belonged.
Across our journey of a saga called Life.We run through a lot of things,things foreseen,unseen.Things we expect, things that go wrong.Things we think are right and believe to the core they are right.Things that we get influenced and things that sometimes give us a jolt and say”hey buddy,its not that way”.Things that mould our personalities and sometimes mar.Things that change our perceptions and things that alter our permutations.
Across our journey we meet people,Now there are hell lot of catogories of people.But some Influence.Some conjure hate,some fallacies.some correct mistakes and some we just take them for granted and ignore.
Across Life we have a dream.a lot of dream or a conflence of dreams.We reach some…We dont even try trying some.We are blindfolded at some and quite accidently realize at some point of time its not a dream for people like us.
Across life we play with a galaxy of emotions.we done different roles at different time.We act sometimes and tell others not to act.We sometimes hold some emotions dearly and some we give importance rarely.
Ufff,Indeed Life is a gist of all the three paragraphs above a lot more.I will leave that to your imagination.But on that bus what struck me was even with so much confluence in life,We always find ways to be happy.Quite evidently life gives lots of hard hits but we stand up and be hit hard.And fall down again.Thats life at its best
“Being happy one more day”
I found the road the bus carrassed was dotted with lot of puddles.Since it had rained an hour back,they were filled with water.As I went scanned across the road the sunlight was being reflected at each of the puddle.It occured to me through life we constantly looking at these sunfilled puddles.
Some ray of hope,some smiley of joy.some value of success.some taste of victory.some recognition for love.some apprectiation to hard work.some encouragement to drive.some reason to celebrate.some ambition to reach out for.and some thing to stand up for.Most importantly to be a person that none in this universe is….
Thanks Life:)
I thought of blogging in 2007.That statement is kind of a speech implied to woo children to do homework.But I have to admit I always found time and reason to avoid it.Though I posted poems elsewhere and here,I always felt Blogging on a regular basis is literally not my cup of tea.
This Blog’s title”puuddles of sunshine” was coined when I was travelling on a KSRTC suvarna sarige bus from Madikeri to Mysooru.From that day I always felt telling everyone(Dont know who) how I got to that tiltle.So here I go with my first blog dedicated to vast stretches of greenery dotted with blue skies on State highway 57
Window gazing was always my fantasy as I have spent as mush time in buses as much as in classes .Craving for window seats at city bus was always my top priority till 6th grade.Arithmetic,poems by Kuvempu,or Brazil’s geography came later..So when I had a widow seat that day and gazed across it,I found a lot of things that fit in to poetic way of seeing life.Not hi-fi or matrisized or complicated,Just a way I looked at it in the scenario of fitting the things where it belonged.
Across our journey of a saga called Life.We run through a lot of things,things foreseen,unseen.Things we expect, things that go wrong.Things we think are right and believe to the core they are right.Things that we get influenced and things that sometimes give us a jolt and say”hey buddy,its not that way”.Things that mould our personalities and sometimes mar.Things that change our perceptions and things that alter our permutations.
Across our journey we meet people,Now there are hell lot of catogories of people.But some Influence.Some conjure hate,some fallacies.some correct mistakes and some we just take them for granted and ignore.
Across Life we have a dream.a lot of dream or a conflence of dreams.We reach some…We dont even try trying some.We are blindfolded at some and quite accidently realize at some point of time its not a dream for people like us.
Across life we play with a galaxy of emotions.we done different roles at different time.We act sometimes and tell others not to act.We sometimes hold some emotions dearly and some we give importance rarely.
Ufff,Indeed Life is a gist of all the three paragraphs above a lot more.I will leave that to your imagination.But on that bus what struck me was even with so much confluence in life,We always find ways to be happy.Quite evidently life gives lots of hard hits but we stand up and be hit hard.And fall down again.Thats life at its best
“Being happy one more day”
I found the road the bus carrassed was dotted with lot of puddles.Since it had rained an hour back,they were filled with water.As I went scanned across the road the sunlight was being reflected at each of the puddle.It occured to me through life we constantly looking at these sunfilled puddles.
Some ray of hope,some smiley of joy.some value of success.some taste of victory.some recognition for love.some apprectiation to hard work.some encouragement to drive.some reason to celebrate.some ambition to reach out for.and some thing to stand up for.Most importantly to be a person that none in this universe is….
Thanks Life:)
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
LIFE'S LIKE............
Life's like,Getting up early,
Having headstart always..........
Life's like,going to toilet,
When you got to go,you got to go....
Life's like,having a hot shower,
Some enjoy it,for some inevitable...
Life's like,going late to class,
Not all things happen on time...
Life's like,listening to a boring lecture,
Interest is a variable commodity.....
Life's like,mobiles in silent mode,
Knowing when to shut up.....
Life's like,A canteen chat.........
To respect everyones opinion........
Life's like,Falling in Love,
Excuse me...Shoudnt Love be Elevating?
Life's like, flunking once in B.E,
Success sweets most when you have known defeat....
Life's like ,Listening to good music,
Just to keep your thoughts in order...
Life's like,seeing a cricket match,
You need 11 to win a game.........
Life's like,Doing night out during study holidays,
Knowing there is only one life to succeed......
Life's like success,Doing what you do the best,
And doing it all the time.........
Life's like ,writing these lines at 3.47 A.M,
Having the last graduation exam at 10 A.M.......
Having headstart always..........
Life's like,going to toilet,
When you got to go,you got to go....
Life's like,having a hot shower,
Some enjoy it,for some inevitable...
Life's like,going late to class,
Not all things happen on time...
Life's like,listening to a boring lecture,
Interest is a variable commodity.....
Life's like,mobiles in silent mode,
Knowing when to shut up.....
Life's like,A canteen chat.........
To respect everyones opinion........
Life's like,Falling in Love,
Excuse me...Shoudnt Love be Elevating?
Life's like, flunking once in B.E,
Success sweets most when you have known defeat....
Life's like ,Listening to good music,
Just to keep your thoughts in order...
Life's like,seeing a cricket match,
You need 11 to win a game.........
Life's like,Doing night out during study holidays,
Knowing there is only one life to succeed......
Life's like success,Doing what you do the best,
And doing it all the time.........
Life's like ,writing these lines at 3.47 A.M,
Having the last graduation exam at 10 A.M.......
Thursday, May 1, 2008
HOPE YOU READ THIS....:-)
I was on a ventilator,
The doctor's eyes buoyed with sympathy,
The nurse's pat said it all ,
Not sure what you would do,
On your last day in this earth.
I slept.
I dreamt.
I entered a market,
A beautiful market of expressions,
I had used them all in my life.
Still I had a chance to purchase them.
There was innocence.
I bought some.
There was determination.
I bought some.
There was hate.
I did not need any.
There was compassion.
I was in debt to it.
There was love,
It was crowded.
I bought it all.
I came to the last stall,
It sold hope.
I exchanged all others for it.
I had realized 'Hope is the essence of Life'
Hope I* see the sunshine tomorrow.
* Its not me:-), its the Protogonist!!!
- Pavan Kunch
The doctor's eyes buoyed with sympathy,
The nurse's pat said it all ,
Not sure what you would do,
On your last day in this earth.
I slept.
I dreamt.
I entered a market,
A beautiful market of expressions,
I had used them all in my life.
Still I had a chance to purchase them.
There was innocence.
I bought some.
There was determination.
I bought some.
There was hate.
I did not need any.
There was compassion.
I was in debt to it.
There was love,
It was crowded.
I bought it all.
I came to the last stall,
It sold hope.
I exchanged all others for it.
I had realized 'Hope is the essence of Life'
Hope I* see the sunshine tomorrow.
* Its not me:-), its the Protogonist!!!
- Pavan Kunch
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