ODE TO MY FRIEND...

A HEART OF GOLD

On an evening quiet and calm,
near the beach, under the trees of Palm,
My cute and innocent friend caught hold
of a "left-behind" Heart of Gold.

Unsuspecting, he took it away,
when lights in the sky began to play.
Now the world hits him blow after blow,
and the Heart of Gold, he cannot let go.

And yet ignorant, he feels sad,
reproaching himself, saying HE is bad,
the treacheries of the world, he does not judge,
as, against the world he holds no grudge.

Reproaching again, he strives to change,
the pain in his eyes we cannot gauge,
all owing to his pure Heart of Gold,
he's a starched sheet bound to crumple and fold.

A beautiful person inside-out,
he never leaves me ever in doubt.
A solution to the problems he does provide,
while all his hurts he tries to hide.

Can't hurt a person, nor break a heart,
the "perfect" human, he plays his part.
I wish him the best in all the world shall give,
'cuz I'll look after him, as long as i live.


(This is no ode, no matter what the title says. I just meant it for the literal meaning of the word. I don't even know what the characteristics of an ode in the poetry sense are. I just wrote this for a friend of mine. i wont disclose his name. If he reads it though, i am sure he'll know. So all the literature enthusiasts reading this, please dont be offended if this comes nowhere near to what an ode actually means)

SILENCE

Silence is when you hear,
buds when a whole new garment they wear.

Silence is when you hear,
the gentle fall of a silent tear.

Silence is when you hear,
the heart-break one has to bear.

Silence is when you hear,
the gentle mending of an open tear.

Silence is when you see,
pain in the eyes, locked for eternity.

All I get is silence,
when i look for a meaning in all the violence.

Silence is my shield,
against hurts on me the world shall wield.

Silence again, is the only refuge
even when its deafening and huge!

At Heaven's Gates

When the world goes around,

And dusk is bound,
When blood hounds threaten to growl and pound,
When we are finally home-bound,
things in our head go round and round.

Life flashes by at a steady pace,
of things left behind in the worldly race,
the golden train and the lovely face
of the little doll with a frock of lace.

All left behind, i am running hard,
to be the first, to make myself heard.
Only to be stopped by the dutiful guard
at heaven's gates, open for a drunkard

for, content and satisfied, he had lived his life
had a family, children and a beautiful wife.
I look helplessly, as I had never been
content with the light, happy with the sheen.

My life flashes afore my eyes,
I am crying tears as cold as ice.
The life i had led, so completely hollow
if only instead of money, t'was my heart
had i the courage to follow!

a gain from pain

Hello everyone!!

First of all!! I wish to be excused for being absent from the blogging scenario for so long after enthusiastically starting my own BLOG. No, I was not abducted by aliens, and no, there was no earth dissolving in a wisp of smoke nor any improbability machine that helped me get back.J (I read Hitchhiker’s long back, why I recall it now, I have no idea!)

I have plenty of excuses lined up, all thought of in the days passed between the last blog and this one. But now, I plan to tell you the truth (Damn!! All the hard work, gone down the drain!).

I am back following some serious gruelling session of blog writing inspiration from my conscience (which to some extent is cranky) who in turn, was influenced by my friend Sharanya’s awesomely written and (awesomely) updated blog.

I am, to some extent planning to keep my promise of updating my blog regularly from now on. So get ready for a lot of me (at least in the near future).

I am SYBA student, studying history, philosophy and English literature. Right now, I am a proper confused teenager with a lot of chemical locha going on. But it isn’t anything new to me, I am used to it, I LIVE with it. What I CANNOT live with, is that our country and our society remains painstakingly narrow-minded and blinded to the various opportunities available today. I don’t even wonder why the country is non-progressive.

Take schools for example.

I come from a KV (Kendriya Vidyalaya for those who r wondering which new short form this is). It is a sangathan of schools that have branches all over India, in all major cities and almost all towns. It is supposed to have the best quality of teaching and teachers, what with CBSE and all that. My experience overall has been above average, good even. All that is related to sports, students, friends and studies. But, teachers? Now that is a different story!

I don’t really remember my teachers talking to us about our future careers and all until our ninth grade. And ever since we came to ninth standard, all I remember hearing the classroom was BOARDS, BOARDS and BOARDS.10^th standard BOARDS. (See? Even after all these years, can’t help but write the word in caps) Okay. 9^th gone. 10^th gone. Now we come to the choice. Commerce, Arts or Science? Both my sisters being engineers, the choice wasn’t difficult for me. But I regretted it soon after. All the teachers taught was how to clear the IIT and other Entrances. Like it was the end of the world if we did not clear them. Students go for coaching and all. The teachers were well aware of that. Using it as an opportunity to relieve them of teaching us. Ask them a doubt and prompt came the answer, “You don’t get it? But it’s simple! Ask A. he goes for IIT coaching!” (As if I did not know it!).

When they taught, they would say “study this, attempt this, leave that out, it’ll help u in entrances”. And I thought teachers knew everything and were always right. With this mentality of churning out only engineers and doctors from their school, where do they expect to get good books to read in their leisure time? Or singers to sing beautiful melodious songs that enthral and soothe them when they are tensed? But no!! Anyone but not our kids! Why should kids from KV go towards anything other than engineering or medical or at worst, CA?? Why should even those who will perform excellently in a field of their choice be allowed to do so, when they can make at least mediocre engineers?? I feel like shouting, “But man (read ma’am) what do you expect to eat when everyone is an engineer, nuts and bolts?? What do you expect to wear, sheets of iron??” but of course, the pleas would fall on deaf years. Deaf after years of silent reproach of students like me who suffer from this unidirectional wrath of their mentors.

Well, that’s all. I end on a serious note today.

I can’t stop my eyes from gluing together as though they had bunches of fevicol stuck to them.

I promise to write more as soon as I finish with my EXAP paper. Yes, I am still stuck with it. No, I haven’t completed it. Yes, I know, shame on me! No, I was not lazing around, I wasn’t well. L

Thanks for all the patience you showed while reading out my personal vendetta against all the teachers who sinned against me.

Love

Molu

P.S. I love reading and writing poetry. I also welcome all sorts of comments on them, and look forward to improving them. So, all those who have read them, please go back and leave a comment (even if u say “its nice”, it would boost my morale!).

And for those who haven’t read them yet, go right now and read them (yeah, don’t deprive yourself of the sleep that would soon follow)!!!