June 27, 2011

A Letter Of Hope??.....

Dear John,


  
          I have carried this burden for far too long. A part my ambition played; in this deceitful secret I have managed to mislead you with, through all the struggles and adulation alike.


    Your father never came from the future. You were a product of a hallucinatory night of marijuana and coke.


     This war wasn't your destiny. Run away while you still can. Amigo has promised to stay.


Sarah Connor.




For those who may not be aware, a spoof on Terminator, the cult movie of the eighties and nineties.

A Chinese Dilemma



Why are the metallic monsters coming towards us, xien sho?
Must be the white tribe's tribute to thee; exalted highness, "son of heaven"!!







( An imaginary conversation between one the terracotta Ming soldier and his king while being transported from the Beijing Museum)
June 21, 2011

Haiku - 17 Refugees



Herded like cattle /
stinky boats and trucks, entrapped /
blind dreams, bleeding souls //






Haiku - 17, 18 To Qualify Emotions


Book Challenge Day 6


Blinded by prejudice /
Scheherazade's thousand and one nights tales /
spared her life, his soul //


Based on one of the comments, would like to add a little about the 
book in question...
I presumed everyone is familiar with "1001 Arabian Nights" 
some of the more famous of the tales like Aladdin and the magic lamp, 
Sinbad the sailor, Ali Baba and 40 thieves were part of our childhood 
stories and also made into Films and Television Series. 
These stories are a collection of stories including folk from Western 
and Central Asia (India, Turkey, Iraq) and parts of Africa (Egypt) 
and first translated into English from the original Persian work in 
the 17th century. The origin of the stories is considered to be around
the 9th century.
 These tales are said to have used by the Princess to enthrall the 
Caliph for a 1000 nights. The Caliph's first wife having been 
unfaithful; he married a virgin every day and had her beheaded the 
next day. Until Scheherazade, the grand vizier's daughter, decided to 
step in and offer to be his consort and used her intelligence to save 
her own and the lives of other innocent damsels. 
By the end of the storytelling, the 1001 night, the Caliph had fallen 
in love with her and realised that he had erred in his thinking and judgement.
 They are a magnificent collection of tales that cover all the possible 
human emotions and reactions not to mention elements of fantasy 
and magic.

The one I possess has fewer than 30 tales but is a gift from my Uncle 
and has some beautiful hand painted illustrations by a Czech Artist. 
I highly doubt if my said copy is in circulation now as it's over 
25 years old.

Sixth part of the 30 day book challenge created by Polo at her blog Acotation Al Margen.
Older and newer entries here.

Since yesterday happened to be World Refugee Day...
and this week is Refugee week, a haiku for them...


Herded like cattle /
stinky boats and trucks, entrapped /
blind dreams, bleeding souls //


Added to Haiku Heights
June 19, 2011

A Classical Saturday Trip...

Book Challenge Day 7
By songsnwords | View this Toon at ToonDoo | Create your own Toon

Added to Saturday Centus . Check other builders at Jenny Matlock's meme
...her blog off on my tangent. The prompt by Jeff and back to a story of 
any genre in 100 words excluding the prompt in bold. Hope I am forgiven 
for continuing to combine two challenges into one.

 My take on the arrogant and proud Mr. Darcy
The music echoed, the soft sounds of rain drowning in
the cacophony of piano notes Mary created…The sisters
looked on in embarrassment while the rest sniggered;
some openly, some quietly.
 One stood singeing in annoyance and anguish…
paradoxical results of mind and heart. He considered
his presence a worthy gift lost on the country
bumpkins; yet, would regret missing out on those
intelligent, dark eyes which barely spared him so much
as even an angry glance.
Feelings unspoken, unexpressed “…within the stone..."
invisible walls he was forced by social status to strengthen
…her's by sheltered life and misplaced faith in other’s
coloured impressions.

This is the Seventh part of the 30 day book challenge created by Polo
at her blog Acotation Al Margen.
 For reades and writers alike.

Older and newer entries here.

The Journey Continues.....

Book Challenge Day 5
· Day 5: Favourite Book Of Your Favourite Series
 This is much more easier to answer....
 1 : The Plains Of Passage - Earth's Children (Fourth) by Jean Auel
2 : The Fellowship Of The Ring - LOTR (First) by J.R.R.Tolkien


Both these books in their series' deal with the journey. The Fellowship into a new unsafe world on a quest; Ayla's (the heroine of EC) equally hazardous journey through the glacier of ice into modern day France, to her mate's tribe and home.
The books reflect the decisions they have to take and the challenges they would have to face.
These two individual books  led the main characters to the crossroads  which would change their lives forever, whether they choose to stay back or go forward.


This is the Fifth part of the 30 day book challenge created by Polo at her blog Acotation Al Margen.
Do have a peek.

Older and newer entries here.

June 14, 2011

Despotic Dreams

My brother the big dictator
hates my being a drake.
Stands by insisting I wear lavender;
to be seen as a pansy
by all the hot ducks I fancy.


Added To Grandma's  Goulash and Poetry Potluck
June 11, 2011

Some Books And A Tale



She was excited by the call...the chores done in a blistering hurry.
Cast a quick glance to ensure nothing was left unfinished…
A lonely Saturday afternoon, with no company (often a good thing); this was a boon in disguise….

She made the important call seeking permission and was off in a flash….the car parked at the entrance….it had been two months since she last saw him, the only one she could confide in. Yet, felt extremely guilty when; with every episode she unraveled, the cigarette packet emptied further.

She gently admonished for his only addiction, he barely nodded…quietness as he drove through the rapidly filling roads. The building loomed before them...a sense of peace and adrenaline buzzed through together.



The steps couldn’t be skipped fast enough...there was temporary salvation ahead...she ran her fingers lovingly through the racks...a comfortable chair; lost to the world when he picked and passed some.



As she hungrily devoured the pieces...a bag was gently handed over ....a birthday gift of books, so special...eyes glistened. The wall was built long ago, but it came crashing down at the fact that her brother spent a better part of the day with her, at the bookstore,  where her husband was busy with friends...










June 07, 2011

A Historical Tragedy Loved

Book Challenge Day 3

·  Day 3 : A Book That Makes You Sad
 The Dairy Of A Young Girl - Anne Frank

Another best seller, published posthumously by her erstwhile neighbour and translated into numerous languages.....
The story of a Jewish girl in Nazi Germany.....it relates her day to day activities in hiding; her interactions with her family and the other one who lives with them, her views on friendships and her crushes.
Though it may seem silly at times to an adult, one has to remember it was  a dairy maintained by a teenager and reflected life as she saw it..... 
The tragedy hinted at the end and the subsequent evidence that neither of the two families survived the concentration camps makes it a painful read.
One hopes that such books could in a small way make people reflect on their hatred of others' perceived differences.

This is the Third part of the 30 day book challenge created by Paulami at her blog Acotation Al Margen.
Do have a peek if curling up with  a good book is one of your favourite pastimes.

Older and newer entries here.




June 06, 2011

White Wizard



White Wizard, 
He's going away,
White Wizard,
Can't you make him stay?
All this time you were around,
Silent and Eager, Quiet and Strong.
Took for granted all the moments
Now long gone just memories
Of our unfinished song.
There you were
When need made me cling..
Its a crime, a crying shame,
That fear made me let go
Of what was mine...

First there was Fate,
And then there were Rules,
Strangers both to 
One's that choose.
One sealed my lips,
The other crushed my soul,
Together tormenting, 
Never for a moment apart.

Desperate mind that never knew,
Hell it would be,
To live without you.
Wishful thinking of a foolish heart,
Things would change..
Tonight the stars will shine'
Tomorrow the sun will rise again....


(This was inspired by the song White Demon - The Killers)


White Wizard


White Wizard, 
He's going away,
White Wizard,
Can't you make him stay?
All this time you were around,
Silent and Eager, Quiet and Strong.
Took for granted all the moments
Now long gone just memories
Of our unfinished song.
There you were
When need made me cling..
Its a crime, a crying shame,
That fear made me let go
Of what was mine...

First there was Fate,
And then there were Rules,
Strangers both to 
One's that choose.
One sealed my lips,
The other crushed my soul,
Together tormenting, 
Never for a moment apart.

Desperate mind that never knew,
Hell it would be,
To live without you.
Wishful thinking of a foolish heart,
Things would change..
Tonight the stars will shine'
Tomorrow the sun will rise again....


(This was inspired by the song White Demon - The Killers)


Added To Poetry Potluck
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