From the time the tiny cry pierces the air
Delicate arms flapping
Eyes cringing and body still wet
A time is set going for the child
Pulse activated and nature the umpire
That is the start of the human race
From helplessness to little activities
Energy aplenty in the burgeoning body
Needs changing by the passing day
High and lows easily noticeable
The human race is warming up
Toddler to teenager pops up like a vision
Nature has played a fast one on us
The irreversible and somewhat uncomfortable changes
Causes a feeling of eternal joy and distraught
The human race is at the flowering stage
A set pattern is developed like the flight of a swan
Sacrifices and offerings play a role
Fights won and lost triggers a trait
Goals met and dreams yet to be realised
Set the course of the human race to its end
Frailty and fragility creep in like a thief on the go
The red light is up in the body and mind
Reminiscences slowly grinds the wheels of the mind
Keeping the body toiling through each day
Like a blur a pact is made with nature
A last intake of the only free gift
A stillness and sudden flight of the caged spirit
Signifies the zenith and end of the human race
Monday, February 28, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Unbalanced
Dillinger sat in the court thinking of the next line of action he will take. The Judge's droning voice made him feel like a tethered bull. He wished the irritating voice will simply pronounce the judgement so he could get it over and done with since he knew what the outcome would be. His eyes wandered around the court room and his nimble mind tried to fathom what will be going on behind those numerous pairs of eyes trained on him like the gunsight of a German sniper. He allowed himself a wry smile. A sharp jab to his ribs and the ghostlike voice of his attorney saying, 'focus on the court', brought him back to the present.
'It seems to me, that you Dillinger, deliberately mismanaged and recklessly dealt with the accounts of your clients', the Judge bellowed. In a softer yet ominous tone he continued, 'such precedence should be nipped at the bud. So many lives have been ruined by your actions and you deserve every bit of punishment this court can mete out on such a heinous crime'. A wail erupted from the back of the court and a sob accompanied it from the next aisle adding a bit of flavour to the crying chorus. 'Pathetic losers', Dillinger thought to himself. He swivelled and wasn't surprised when it was that hideous looking Mrs Berry leading the crying chorus.
The Judge impatiently banged his gavel. He needed no distractions when he was almost at the part he liked most. The courtroom was his and he liked the attention to be focused solely on him as he practiced his 'art'. Cottonboom CJ had a reputation for theatrics. His judgements were read out like a 'B rated' actor would read his ill-written script. A squeaky voice that sounded like a thousand rats vying for a morsel of bread did not help his case. Yet, he liked to practice what he called, 'judicial eloquence'. The courtroom staff and lawyers secretly called him the 'Judicial Squealer'. The court falling silent, he plodded on, 'you have been found guilty and will be sentenced accordingly'. Raising his voice a shade higher, his eyes eerily pinned on the accused, mouth stretched and each word pronounced distinctly with added venom, he gave his verdict. 'I hereby order that you be divested of all your assets', he waited a moment while his snakelike tongue crawled on his lips, 'and i accordingly sentence you to ten years in the State Penitentiary. Leaning further forward, he whispered with a wolfish smile on his face, 'i hope they get rid of your recklessness before your time is up'. He suddenly collapsed against the back of his chair and surveyed the hushed audience.
This was the part he liked most - the feeling that they knew he knew that he wielded immense power. He abruptly stood up and the court was dismissed. 'Better to leave while they were still in awe of his sentence', he muttered to himself as he made his way hastily to his chambers.
The cuff firmly in place, officers flanking his sides, the condemned man was led away. The small wizened man at the seat nearest the door, stood up as Dillinger was nearing the door. A brief eye contact sealed the deal and the world was about to witness yet another Dillinger headline.
...To be continued
'It seems to me, that you Dillinger, deliberately mismanaged and recklessly dealt with the accounts of your clients', the Judge bellowed. In a softer yet ominous tone he continued, 'such precedence should be nipped at the bud. So many lives have been ruined by your actions and you deserve every bit of punishment this court can mete out on such a heinous crime'. A wail erupted from the back of the court and a sob accompanied it from the next aisle adding a bit of flavour to the crying chorus. 'Pathetic losers', Dillinger thought to himself. He swivelled and wasn't surprised when it was that hideous looking Mrs Berry leading the crying chorus.
The Judge impatiently banged his gavel. He needed no distractions when he was almost at the part he liked most. The courtroom was his and he liked the attention to be focused solely on him as he practiced his 'art'. Cottonboom CJ had a reputation for theatrics. His judgements were read out like a 'B rated' actor would read his ill-written script. A squeaky voice that sounded like a thousand rats vying for a morsel of bread did not help his case. Yet, he liked to practice what he called, 'judicial eloquence'. The courtroom staff and lawyers secretly called him the 'Judicial Squealer'. The court falling silent, he plodded on, 'you have been found guilty and will be sentenced accordingly'. Raising his voice a shade higher, his eyes eerily pinned on the accused, mouth stretched and each word pronounced distinctly with added venom, he gave his verdict. 'I hereby order that you be divested of all your assets', he waited a moment while his snakelike tongue crawled on his lips, 'and i accordingly sentence you to ten years in the State Penitentiary. Leaning further forward, he whispered with a wolfish smile on his face, 'i hope they get rid of your recklessness before your time is up'. He suddenly collapsed against the back of his chair and surveyed the hushed audience.
This was the part he liked most - the feeling that they knew he knew that he wielded immense power. He abruptly stood up and the court was dismissed. 'Better to leave while they were still in awe of his sentence', he muttered to himself as he made his way hastily to his chambers.
The cuff firmly in place, officers flanking his sides, the condemned man was led away. The small wizened man at the seat nearest the door, stood up as Dillinger was nearing the door. A brief eye contact sealed the deal and the world was about to witness yet another Dillinger headline.
...To be continued
Sunday, February 13, 2011
The Excuse Called Valentine's Day
Today, what will pre-dominately be the theme, will be 'love'. So am gonna join in talking if not showing love. Am no great Historian, so i can't confidently trace the origin of Valentine's day. Even at that, one can deduce it borders on love. The originator certainly showered love on the less privileged, making the lives of the miserable, a memorable one. I believe the 14th of Feb is to commemorate the demise of St. Valentine, not for a poor excuse to use gifts and dinners to jump into the sack for some bit of natural exploitation.
The modern trend has become one for lovers ( both legal and illegal lovers) to prove that they love their partner. It has also turned into a day of judgement. Failure to provide an acceptable gift for him/her marks the beginning of the end of that relationship. You might even be shut out of the bedroom tonight for not providing good evidence of your love for her. Don't get me wrong, am not against it, everyone's got his/her idionsyncracies, mine is definitely not on the 14th of Feb. Maybe am a bit coldhearted or a miserable single male envying the partnered ones....hehe
Well, whatever category you fall into, make an impact on someone less privileged than you today. Not some missplaced sense of love for him/her. Think about this, try showing that love all year round.
The modern trend has become one for lovers ( both legal and illegal lovers) to prove that they love their partner. It has also turned into a day of judgement. Failure to provide an acceptable gift for him/her marks the beginning of the end of that relationship. You might even be shut out of the bedroom tonight for not providing good evidence of your love for her. Don't get me wrong, am not against it, everyone's got his/her idionsyncracies, mine is definitely not on the 14th of Feb. Maybe am a bit coldhearted or a miserable single male envying the partnered ones....hehe
Well, whatever category you fall into, make an impact on someone less privileged than you today. Not some missplaced sense of love for him/her. Think about this, try showing that love all year round.
Burry
A horde of horses once set out for pasture anew
Burrry the biggest male horse, it's head
So many days and nights
His instinct and bravery
Saved the day for the poor horses
Many disliked him for being him
Tough, brave yet gentle
The females took to him
As an eagle would take to the sky
Through many a nudge
And gentle his probing
Burry led his group
Alas they came upon a hill
Looking downwards
Was a view never known to them
Pasture aplenty
Flowers colouring it
And a gentle breeze to add
To it's grandeur
Burry stood quivering
Throwing his head back
He neighed triumphantly
Off he went
Majestic in flight
Flanks finelly chiselled
Was a sight to behold
Strong hoofs pounding the earth
Reinforced his strength
Down he went
crashing into a pit
His hind quarters
Broken
With pain-filled eyes
Burry looked at the splendour around him
With life slowly seeping out of him
Other horses gathered
Keeping watch
Helpless were they
They did him an honor
Standing guard
Not partaking of the food
In abundance at the valley
Though hunger knawed at them
Burry though not dead yet
Closed his eyes and breathed his last
So his friends could carry on
They left to feed
Burry watched the life seep out
A great horse dropped his head
And valiantly
Accepted fate
Burrry the biggest male horse, it's head
So many days and nights
His instinct and bravery
Saved the day for the poor horses
Many disliked him for being him
Tough, brave yet gentle
The females took to him
As an eagle would take to the sky
Through many a nudge
And gentle his probing
Burry led his group
Alas they came upon a hill
Looking downwards
Was a view never known to them
Pasture aplenty
Flowers colouring it
And a gentle breeze to add
To it's grandeur
Burry stood quivering
Throwing his head back
He neighed triumphantly
Off he went
Majestic in flight
Flanks finelly chiselled
Was a sight to behold
Strong hoofs pounding the earth
Reinforced his strength
Down he went
crashing into a pit
His hind quarters
Broken
With pain-filled eyes
Burry looked at the splendour around him
With life slowly seeping out of him
Other horses gathered
Keeping watch
Helpless were they
They did him an honor
Standing guard
Not partaking of the food
In abundance at the valley
Though hunger knawed at them
Burry though not dead yet
Closed his eyes and breathed his last
So his friends could carry on
They left to feed
Burry watched the life seep out
A great horse dropped his head
And valiantly
Accepted fate
For a Girl I named Ginger
The sublimeness of the first sun is amazing
Sensuous is the comforting rays
Amazing the feeling of contentment
Emotions are put on hold while the body enjoys the sun's comfort
Ginger is a spice and spicy too
A combination of naturalness and rootage
Just like the rays of the sun, sensuous
Bright and blinding
Yet mischievious
Sensuous is the comforting rays
Amazing the feeling of contentment
Emotions are put on hold while the body enjoys the sun's comfort
Ginger is a spice and spicy too
A combination of naturalness and rootage
Just like the rays of the sun, sensuous
Bright and blinding
Yet mischievious
Above all, amazing
Just You
Starting from the zenith
An almost reddish hue of a flufffy hair
Amazing blue eyes to my awed eyes
Though green as am told
A ready quick smile
Simply enchanting in its enthralling manner
Flutter the heart it sure does
The spirit i bet is gay and unburdened
If mankind could read the mind
The task would have been easier
A fort is firmly fixed in that heart
The spirit, mind and heart
Are worth knowing
A bit of personalisation
Your eyes are your most enchanting assets
Soporific its glare
Beauty is your way of life
I love beauty-who doesn't?
Your audaciously beautiful
Logically, i love you
Such impertinence on my part
Lol... a writers licence..
An almost reddish hue of a flufffy hair
Amazing blue eyes to my awed eyes
Though green as am told
A ready quick smile
Simply enchanting in its enthralling manner
Flutter the heart it sure does
The spirit i bet is gay and unburdened
If mankind could read the mind
The task would have been easier
A fort is firmly fixed in that heart
The spirit, mind and heart
Are worth knowing
A bit of personalisation
Your eyes are your most enchanting assets
Soporific its glare
Beauty is your way of life
I love beauty-who doesn't?
Your audaciously beautiful
Logically, i love you
Such impertinence on my part
Lol... a writers licence..
Such frenzied words
Imaginary is the word
My heart is vexed within me
I thought of an informal dinner
And a drive afterwards
But one comes readily to mind
A quiet informal dinner
An indirect invite
Tomorrow is full of uncertainties
Eternal is the law of nature
Faith's like potatoes
Layers to be peeled
Affection is like bananas
It comes in bunches
Tentative are the first steps of the child
Surer it's later strides
Maturity steadies it's steps
So it is with the heart
Darling you have made a big hit
Loosening feelings closely guarded
With a simple smile and an iron-bending beauty
Coupled with a winning personality
My fingers betray me
Churning out words i rather hold back
But i know it's a leeway
To unburden my cramped mind
Since HE likes to act the tough guy
A secret you and i now know
He's a softie right where it matters
Don't hold this against me
I might be slightly unrefined
Diamonds can be found in the rough
You touch a raw nerve in me
How you do that
I do not know
It unnerves me alot
But it is a welcome feeling
My heart is vexed within me
I thought of an informal dinner
And a drive afterwards
But one comes readily to mind
A quiet informal dinner
An indirect invite
Tomorrow is full of uncertainties
Eternal is the law of nature
Faith's like potatoes
Layers to be peeled
Affection is like bananas
It comes in bunches
Tentative are the first steps of the child
Surer it's later strides
Maturity steadies it's steps
So it is with the heart
Darling you have made a big hit
Loosening feelings closely guarded
With a simple smile and an iron-bending beauty
Coupled with a winning personality
My fingers betray me
Churning out words i rather hold back
But i know it's a leeway
To unburden my cramped mind
Since HE likes to act the tough guy
A secret you and i now know
He's a softie right where it matters
Don't hold this against me
I might be slightly unrefined
Diamonds can be found in the rough
You touch a raw nerve in me
How you do that
I do not know
It unnerves me alot
But it is a welcome feeling
A little bit of Manchester United
Hi Fellas, it's somwhat awesome am starting this blog with Man United. The magnificent clincher of Wayne certainly made me take this approach-by now you must have guessed am a United fan...hehe.
Pundits and footbal lovers have already used up most words within my vocabulary to describe the wonder-goal. All i can say is that, that goal had me gripped in unbelievable joy. Press stop.
More to come...
Pundits and footbal lovers have already used up most words within my vocabulary to describe the wonder-goal. All i can say is that, that goal had me gripped in unbelievable joy. Press stop.
More to come...
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