Hope

Hope is a precious funny little thing,

Kindled and cared in a way ridiculed.

Never ever meant to hurt anything,

Alas!! Its glory grossly minisculed.

Left in a box that Pandora opened,

Never ever was it a dear little lie.

Yet when lost and feeling threatened,

First to be evoked and the last to die.

Travellers travel and rebels rebel,

Greatest of the victors in its glory revel,

Masters and slaves pray alike,

Persecutions are weathered in endless plight

Yet in a silent heartless night,

'tis but hope that shines bold and bright.

Waiting in its wake many dreams do preserve,

An endless commend it does deserve.

That oil in the lamp that happy little tramp,

That fainting beat that slowly slipping grip.

That boy that girl that ridiculous goal,

That stride for greatness that jump of madness.

All that comes, comes through hope,

Its a sprinkle of madness and a drowning man's rope.

Such is the story of the precious funny thing,

Kindled and cared and known as hope.

Photo courtsey: 

http://mesperanza.blogspot.in/2012_03_01_archive.html

http://newjchurch.com/2014/01/26/you-are-not-forgotten/#.UzghbfmSxz8

http://imgarcade.com/1/oil-lamp-pictures/

Happiness and a blank wall!!!

The brain survives on activity (Science would love to disagree!!). And yet, the lack of it is quite common. As in my case, sitting in my room and virtually (is it actually??!!) doing nothing I suddenly figured out that for the last two three days my activities can be best described as hibernation. So to start with I decided to plunge myself here but I guess I was struggling with initial phases of writer's block....Oh My God!!!! Not me....please please please!!!
And it is then then that I decided to take things into my hand (a variety of things!!). Started off with a walk around the campus with my eyes wide open (I hope you understand my indication). Tea at the cafe was never more warm, grass on the playground was never more green and my room on the ground floor was never more cosy ( yeah I was back in no time)!!!
Somehow my room seems to attract me back and my bed seems to seduce me in and I seem to be fighting a loosing battle (I was already inside my blanket by this time!!). For me it was a hopeless situation of deep humiliation. Neck deep in blanket, with the cold numbness of my mind, it seemed that the battle is almost over. All the tea, all the greens and all the books within my reach (equal to zero, the table seemed miles away!!) could not revive me and the end was near!!!
Suddenly of all the things and all the motivations on this good great green and blue planet, the room's wall became an object of all my attention!!

Photo Credits: http://www.greatlakeswarranty.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/blank-room-wallturning-your-blank-walls-into-a-great-spot-luxury-home-decor-u1d30vks.jpg

Apart from a few Kung Fu kicks from my side after watching a martial arts laden film and the lonely lizard on it, no one ever finds it (I hope no one takes offence at my this form of address) interesting. But for me the wall became "The Wall" for that instant. Strangely it gave all the neurons enough activity to bring me forth.
And here I am, writing happily and finishing off quickly as I believe that the room is ready again to assault my activity. And this is a battle that I don't wish to fight again, so RUN!!!!!

Another festival of light!!!

That morning when the sweeper swept,
A part of his heart happily wept.
Every year for the festival of light,
Brought with it a happiness slight.
For the meager purse didnt care for his joy,
Every cracker unburst was god's sweet ploy.
Pocketing the refused ones in his dirty pockets,
That man with the broom, no jewels no lockets.

Back at his home he emptied his treasure,
Happy to see his son's unbridled pleasure.
Few red small ones and a large green one,
Happiness for a day around him spun.
Bursting away in a minute of light,
Never in question what is wrong what is right.
Those two hands folded in a solemn delight,
Together they had seen another festival of light!!!

Recipe of freedom!!!!

A glassful of ocean is all that I need,
A spoonful of love delightful and sweet.
A pinch of smile,
Soaked for a while.
A big block of sky,
And a joyous cry.
And all that makes it worth a try......

Uneventful a day,
With a leisure of a bay.
Crystals of thrill,
With screams sharp shrill.
Stirred in the sour,
In a fearless hour.
And all it takes is a divine secret power.....

Bathed and tempted in mellowing sun,
Kept in bottles of bellowing fun.
Stirred through the play,
In most happiest way.
A drop down the throat and tear in here,
Whosoever wants it come to me dear.
And all that I want is you to come near.