The Battery
It was losing its juices
It was shutting down
No sparks remained
The embers were dying
Kaput and abruptly it was gone
Cold and dead as a doornail!
Wailing and flailing my arms
I tried to resuscitate it
Gave mouth to mouth CPR
Pressed the heart up and down
Revving the missing heartbeats
In vain searching sparks of life
Life had happened fast and furious
Some good stuff some bad stuff
Carrying on like a stalwart finally
Took its toll, the never say die battery
Wore out and further deteriorated
Finally, the legs gave out completely
Greed, deception, jealousy and wrath
Were all his pallbearers, triumphantly
Bearing away one more trophy with
Full fanfare and all the trappings of
A grand funeral for a friend who did
Not rue because he never had a clue!!!
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to
replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
Anais Nin
1914-1977, French-born American Novelist, Dancer
Every great man nowadays has his disciples, and it is usually Judas who writes the biography.
Oscar Wilde
1856-1900, British Author, Wit
An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast;
a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind.
Buddha
It is all right to rat, but you can’t re-rat.
Winston Churchill
1874-1965, British Statesman, Prime Minister
Originally Published: March 23, 2007
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Time in Bits n Pieces
Glow suffuses rosy hue
All over, momentarily,
Borne of joy, happiness
Courses, whooshing, dilating
Labyrinth of veins to bursting
Laughter geysers ripple inwards and
Outwards, spilling all over foaming
A piece of this time shall hang like
A diamond in the firmament of
My memory’s vast universe
Collecting such bits and pieces
Of joyous times past n present
These precious stones, enhance the
Fragile fabric of my life, and greedily
I hoard them in my treasure chest
Seasons change in bits n pieces
Down times, come, stretch and drag
Unfazed, composed, I visit my treasure
Hoard and with them perk my wilted
Spirit, successfully scotching all gloom
I live my life in bits n pieces
Living a whole lifetime in these
Bits n pieces, composed, unfazed
I carry on life’s journey in bits n pieces
Happily, taking all knocks on the chin!
Originally Published: March 22, 2007
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