An Ode to my Alto

Wrote this poem on 26th Jan 2010, the day my car crossed 30000kms. Today, when it crosses 40000kms, its time to revist the ode


twas the all fools day of 2006 when we first met, 
on your shiny blue exterior my eyes set

it was the beginning of a beautiful ride... 
a road we took together and swam the tide

i have caused you some harm, you have caused me none
u have taken me places and got things done

when the night is young and the roads are empty... 
the thrill to take you past 120

all those small joys we have shared.... 
those moments of anguish u have had to bear

you have been with me thru thick and thin... 
a real true friend u have been
 
many a moods you have shaped... 
many a thoughts u have braced

and now as u grow old it occurs to me... 
together always we shall not be
 
but u will always hold a special place in my heart.. 
cos u were my first and hopefully not my last

you are and will always me... my first and favouritest car!

 

My generation

I am a youth of the 21st century
I only see what's in my face

I have a shot attention span
And love the media for manipulating this

I have opinions on all issues,
as under thought and under researched as they may be
After all Ignorance is bliss

And who has time after PS3

I believe in presentation over substance
after all its so easy to judge it
who will dig the fact when all one does
Is applaud and go home and forget

I believe online petitions n good intentions change the world
since they are so convenient to do

Its better than cribbing from my armchair
which also i love to do

I generally take out my frustration on innocent call center execs
and any other meek around
And believe consumption is the solution
To everything that's sad and unsound

I am the youth of the 21st century
there is so much I wish to do
but then, all I can do is write this poem
because I Suck, honestly I do!

the mind wanders

you are in a deep conversation
the other is talking away
your head, its nodding
but the mind, it wanders

the activity requires concentration
u need to understand it well
there is a need to focus
but the mind, it wanders

he is a vagabond
he is a creator
he is an explorer
the mind, when it wanders

many a beautiful sights n sounds, he creates in though
many a ideas he germ's
many a desires he gives birth and nurtures
let the mind wander

why do we climb

everyone climbs for a reason
whether they know it or not

some climb for the thrill,
to escape the drudgery of life

some climb for the journey,
for all the things it brings

some climb cos its destiny,
and some for the destination


some choose to climb
while some seem to have no choice

and some just climb!
because, its the only thing to do

so go find ur reason
the reason that makes u climb

and go climb ur mountain
the mountain we call life

how i wish time stood still

how i wish time stood still
as i chatted away my crush
as i partied with my friends
that time when i had a blood rush

how i wish time stood still
when i was having a good time
when i was at my happiest
when i was in my prime

there are many moments u wish remained
more so cos they didnt
the only thing constant is change
so time to get moving with it

blood rush

morning glory

morning brings hope, morning beings optimism
morning brings bad breadth, and all things in it

morning brings light, morning brings clarity
morning ushers a new day to wake up and fight away

morning gets the cock crowing, morning gets the birds chirping
morning gets the rag pickers hustling, morning gets the railway platforms bustling

morning gets me bloging, and some people jogging
why oh why does the morning come, cant we just let the nightmare run!

Tagore's poem

The most beautiful poetry/prayer, we learnt in school. Since I remember it one completely and this is an apt time, here goes

Where the mind is without fear, and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Were the world has not been broken up, into fragments by narrow domestic walls

Where words come out, from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving, stretches its arms, towards perfection

Where the clear stream of reason, has not losts its way, into the deary desert of dead habit
Where the mind is lead forward by you, into ever widening thought n action

Into that Heaven of freedom, my Father, let my Country arise

Rabindranath Tagore