Poet's Block!

I am having trouble writing
so give me some time
Forget writing,i can't think
even of a word to rhyme!

Last week i wrote poetry
like the back of my hand
Now words have no entry into my
 head,i just don't understand!

My imagination now
refuses to flow
My esteem first high
now has become low!

Maybe it is time
 finally for a break
I will have to take it
for my writing's sake!

A writer's block has struck me
or a poet's block to be called
It is jamming my head now
and has my writing stalled!

So a break i shall take
and come back with a bang
And so leave my work
as it continues to hang!

So off now i go for
my long or short break
Who knows seriously
how long it may take!



 

Mac Millan and the gypsies

On the move with the gypsies
was young Mac Millan
His journey had just begun
and he felt it was heaven!

But a gypsy's life was hard
and far from ideal
Mac was living a dream
that was very far from real!

Soon three hours into the journey
and his legs felt like lead
With his aching body
that moved as if dead!

But the gypsies moved on
at a very steady pace
His vision was blurring
as the sweat washed down his face!

He was already cursing
and panting under his breath
But his stubborn legs moved on
as if eluding death!

He thought he would fall but
luckily a village came by
When the tents were erected
he fell down to die!

But dead he was not for
only hours into his sleep
A gypsy kicked him awake
and wanting to weep!

But his ordeal had just begun
and worse it was to get
For now he was to be
a part of a wild gypsy bet!

The bet between the gypsies
and the villagers was such,
"Whoever pulled Jeremy
would get gold as much!"

The problem was that
Jeremy was a bull
Not wild but stubborn
truly hard to pull!

Young Mac knew
that he could never win
What a difficult situation
now he was in!

Now as the challenge was
about to begin in front of the crowd
Up went the cheers for Jeremy
which indeed were quite loud!

But as Mac used a rope
to pull at the bull
It did not even budge
let alone be pulled!

But suddenly to everyone's
surprise it began to walk
As Mac pulled , Jeremy moved 
the villagers were shocked!

The challenge was over
and Mac was glad it was done
The gypsies cheered for
they knew they had won!

The gypies took the gold
and continued to move on
They moved at a rapid pace
and soon the village was gone!

What Mac did not know was
that the bull had been drugged
The gypsies always cheated
and thieves they were dubbed!

Thus they went on their way
to far away lands
For next they headed
towards the desert sands!

For now Mac's chapter ends
here as said
Who knows now what
adventures lie ahead!



 
 

What happened in Bookville?

Once upon a time
When books were abundant still
They all lived happily
In the city of Bookville.

With books around everywhere
And libraries as many as malls
It was utopia,an amazing paradise
A place in the dreams of all!

But one day,strangers visited
this beautiful wonderland
They called themselves E-books
and their entry was grand!

Change was coming over
and took Bookville by storm
Little did the books realise
where trouble was coming from!

At first the e-books were few
But soon they were so many
Soon they were on the streets
as space was taken from libraries!

But they could be used
to fill tiny little chips
As the books disappearing
and fast taking a dip!

So the books gathered secretly
and decided to declare war
They would eradicate the e-books
and show whom Bookville was for!

But little did they know
that the e-books would win
As they did'nt need paper
for the E-Readers they were in!

And soon the books lost
as they were'nt upto date
They had to evolve and
for them it was too late!

And one day the time came
for the books to say goodbye
They would search for a place
where they could peacefully lie.

And thus fell Bookville to
the changing winds
As the e-books were happy
of the books' good riddance!

But today also there
are some books still
Waiting for their time to come
at the new city of Kindleville!










 

Three children and two shovels!

One winter day as i walked across a construction site, i saw three children aged 4 or 5 playing in the dirt digged up at the construction site.It seemed their mothers and fathers working at the construction site  did not pay much attention to them.The thing that surprised me was that the children were playing and digging at the dirt with the building shovels(iron)about their size!
Would it not be dangerous?But unfazed i was about to walk on when the girl(there were 2 boys and 1 girl)suddenly started crying.The reason for this was that 1 of the boys had snatched her shovel and was playing in the dirt.The girl screamed and started fighting with the boy!When it was about to get serious one of the working women came and hit the girl many times to silence her!Man! this was getting brutal,until the other women stepped in and stopped it.But the girl cried now not only for the shovel but also for the beating! As for the boys stopped playing and watched on.
Now the girl all alone cried in one corner as the women returned to work with the boys watching on.But then to my surprise the boy who had snatched her shovel went over to her and gingerly passed it on to her and left!Now the girl finally on her feet took up her shovel and returned to her field of play!But do not think the boy did not have anything for then he walked into a small cabin and came out with another tool, this time the tool resembled a kind of a brick layer!Now you know where they got their 'toys' from!As the three children continued to play the girl with her shovel would dig up the dirt and transfer it to an iron basket which then the boy with the brick layer would try to set into dirt bricks! But that was not all,for the second boy not to be left behind would take up those bricks and then try to set them on top of another into two pairs on top of each other as if making a building out of dirt!And as it always fell apart they would repeat this process with a team work and timing which only they were aware about!
In doing so if some amount of dirt went into a child's eyes the other would rise up to clear  the dirt from the affected child's eyes!Had they ever gone to school i do not know but they worked perfectly with the intelligence and instinct known only to our so called'Generation Y'!
But after leaving these children to do what they were doing i realised  some things that day-
*Firstly-In the hands of these children were dangerous building tools and they were only 4 or 5.On the other hand a well of child of their age would be holding a brand new ipad which they would be handling with considerable ease.Both these things come by a combination of instinct and careful observation of their respective parents and surroundings.

*Secondly-These children were beaten up just for crying out loud at what they thought was the loss of their 'toys' by their elders!

*Thirdly they were handling such tools and easily obtained them with nobody even giving it a glance!No stopping them or scolding them for these actions,just for their crying!

*And lastly which i must say was the best was that when one of them was crying alone the other did go and give their thing(even though they could get another!).And when the dirt went into one's eyes the other child did help clear it out and amazingly when the children were fighting they did not use the tools just their hands(thank GOD for that!).This showed that they did not know hate for each other despite maybe noticing such use almost regularly!

So you see we guys who spent our childhood in the care , safety and freedom which our parents provided us with are what the famous author Arvind Adiga of 'The White Tiger'fame calls the 'Light' and these unfortunate people,'The Darkness'.
As a conclusion all i would like to say the late Nelson Mandela's words,"No one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin or his religion.People must learn to hate.And if they can learn to hate,they can be taught to love for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite."
May your soul rest in peace and thank you Mr Nelson Mandela for showing us what freedom and brotherhood mean.

Once I had a dream

Once i had a dream
To fly like a bird
To rule the skies
From where my voice could be heard.

Once i had a dream
Books,lots of them surrounded me
They spoke to me and i listened
Listened with  delight and glee.

Once i had a dream
On top of the world i stood
I saw the beauty from there
And i felt really good.

Once i had a dream
Where i saw a tree
All the fruits grew on it
And it shared these with me.

Today,lots of books surround me
On top of the world i stand
I enjoy the fruits of labour with glee
With my voice heard across the land.

 

The women of a proud nation

I am working overtime,late at night
Suddenly I sense a presense
Lurking in the darkness out of sight
But nothing is heard,only silence.

At this hour,i thought i was alone
And then i felt it again
Fear envelops me,like flesh on bones
For i am a woman in a world of men!

A door creaks open,a shadow moves by
Fearing the worst,i clutch my pen
As lights switch on,she enters, a collegue of my
Relief!i get back to my work again.

But why was i so scared you ask?
Why so concerned about my safety?
Women empowerment is still an unfulfilled task
A great dream,still not reality.

Still mistreated,are this country's daughters
Considered inferior to men!
A male child is usually sought after
Nobody ever looks at us again!

But new is this generation of women
We shall not take this lying down
Mistreat us, they shall never again
Our voices heard and never lown!

Hope and optimism is in the air
A new sense of power and elation
Fulfilling our dreams is something we dare
We are the women of this proud nation.

The thief and the little orphan girl.

He begged,he borrowed
and he regularly stole
He fended and fed
his large family whole.

Not a job he had in
his entire life done
Never had he worked
under the sweltering sun.

He mocked,he laughed
at the working men
Trouble would come
and he would know then.

But he never bothered
to mend his ways
He had spent in prison
a good number of his days.

And now in prison
he met some one
Who made him regret
at what he had done.

The visiting church
priest was the man
As the thief's honest
days finally began.

On release some
work he found
In the coal mine
underground.

Returning home
totally unkempt
His wages worthy of
his family's contempt!

Pestering him towards
the path of crime
His family was left
by him this time!

He refused to go back
to his stealing days
He refused to lead
his life in disgrace.

He was a lonely man
not a soul for him to care
He decided to end his
life full of despair.

But on his way he found
a little orphan girl
With a sad heart and her eyes
shown like bright blue pearls.

Sorry for the child
he decided to live
Anything the girl wished
he was ready to give.

The girl brought
him great joy and peace
His life was happy
and his heart pleased.


Now he would work
hard day and night
For the girl who made
his life shine bright!















 

The magic of a book

I entered a book store
very nice and small
From fiction to folklore
it had the best books from all.

I sat down hooked
to a book of crime fiction
The beginning was all it took
for the magic to begin!

I entered a world
of fear and dread
From word to word
of the mystery  i read!

At the end of the book
four hours were done
Towards the clock one look
and the magic was gone!

But the very next day
i was back for more
The books lead the way
right from the door!

I sat down hooked
to a book of fantasy
The world around me shook
out of pure ecstacy!

I entered a world
of amazing magic
From word to word
away from reality's fabric!

At the end of the book
i put it down
Time was the crook
that caused my frown!

Books were my addiction
and i needed a fix
They took me to detinations
on my bookstore visits!

Reading is a habit good
the library a brilliant inn
For the brain it is the best food
So take up a book
and let the magic begin!