Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Saturday, January 07, 2012

the tea kettle junction

in the middle of nowhere
in inyo county
in death valley
in california
is this intriguing sign-post


laden with kettles old and new
silver, black, blue and pink too
some big some small
some short some tall

mountains all around
joshua trees abound
dusty dirt track, the ground
in the middle of nowhere we found
the tea kettle junction

tea kettle junction
what is your function??

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Home Sweet Home

To travel half way across the world, return after a year
and feel like everything happened just yesterday

To eat like a king who has everything in the world lined up for him

To sleep like a simple man who has nothing in the world to worry about

To see with delight how people have changed
and how people have not changed

To realize with surprise how I have changed and remained the same

To return back home

Saturday, September 26, 2009

row your boat

Row row row your boat
the journeys' half done
the morning is yet to come
still time for the rising sun

Dark doubts cloud over the horizon
a trace of fear, a hint of uncertainity
add more meaning to the black eternity

But all these fade away
no more with the wind you sway
when you conjure up an iron will
and push like hell towards the distant hill

So you row row row your boat
the journeys' half done
the morning is yet to come
still time for the rising sun

In the pitch black darkness you see clearly
the green grass the dotted trees
the temple on the hill and the monkeys
on the beach kids play and scream
all vividly in your dream

Your doubts were mistaken, you realise
you'll always have good company
never did you think you'll come this far
but just look up, theres always with you the northern star

So you row row row your boat
the journeys' half done
the morning is yet to come
still time for the rising sun

Saturday, April 11, 2009

no need to apologise, really!

some times at night when I flop on to the bed
I think of what I should or should'nt have said
everything seems to have happened by chance..
should I or should'nt I have cared for a second glance?

no one is all evil, not everyones perfect
its best not to have too much to expect
everyones trapped in their own little world
in their own actions and emotions they're hurled

its ok if sometimes I cant get
whats going on in your mind
there are some awkward pauses i'll bet
but its time to leave all those behind

so let you be you and let me be me
theres no need to apologise, really!






Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Confused Cyclist

Am I a vehice or am I a man…
which of these two roles should I don
when I'm stuck in a terrible traffic jam

Slowly but surely I can weave my way
between honking cars and smoking buses
without being led by glaring autos astray

Now that Ive reached the end of the line
I see a traffic policeman ready to foil my plan
can I ride across the signal and yet avoid a fine ?

On both road and pavement Im in no mans land,
equipped with only a useless bell going tring tring
why, why such fate had God for me planned?






Monday, July 28, 2008

Hardship of the Hardware Engineer

Signal signal on the screen
Why the hell don’t you turn Green

Always in a high impedance state
Is this all that’s written in your fate??

Every day there are meetings galore,
Add to this the traffic of terrible Bangalore

Days turn into nights, nights turn into days,
All this happens in such an a haze

So many hours I have to slog
When do I blog, when do I hog?

Deadlines get postponed so often they are as good as dead,
Im just waiting until its time to hit the bed..

God knows what the future may hold,
Im just watching the drama unfold …






Thursday, June 12, 2008

Oh Secret Admirer

Oh secret admirer from country X,
You make me feel like I have lotsa muscles to flex

Day and night you read my latest post,
To you alone I raise this toast

What you see in my blog I seriously dont know
but you give my hit counter a really good go

So many times you reload this page, it almost sounds lame
Dame, you beat me at my own game !!??@#$!!!!!

I wonder who you are, I wonder what you do
I wonder if you wonder about me in the same way too!

I know I'm making this public, I'm making up hype
Please forgive me if you are the shy type..

But I'm a nice guy (no, really!), I can be discreet,
Anytime you want I'm ready for a private treat

Dont worry about how I get my visa,
I'll do anything for a chat with you over a pizza.

With me baby its all uphill..
Impossible though it may seem, I'll even foot the bill !!!





Monday, February 11, 2008

Learn to Forget

Yesterday Chandrika and I won First place in the anagram contest held by EMF (elctro motive force ) club in Infineon.Yay!!! Its been helluva long time since I have competed in any event, let alone actually winning something.

Competition is in todays world a part of everyones life, we are dead if we forget to compete in the a proverbial rat race.Or stated in an optimistic way, competitions and contests keep us alive !! This fact is sometimes easy to forget, especially for those people who are in a relatively stable job, whose basic necessities in life are met. These are the people who need to be all the more careful about what awaits them in the future. Its not like they dont have goals or passions in life. They have loads of aspirations, but what they lack is the COURAGE or GUTS to carry out their ideas. Getting out of the comfort zone which they build around themselves can be very painful, and many of them succumb to the withdrawal symptoms and relinquish their dreams. They are the people who are prisoners of their past successes.

In todays information age past success or experience is sometimes the most worthless quality you could possess. Nowadays, a persons success is measured by his adaptability or response to situations he could never fathom. When I look back at the last 3-4 years of my life most of my conjectures and theories about my future were not to happen. My life has been a roller coaster ride with joys and successes, as well as frustrations and failures. But these successes and failures always amaze me, I never seem to have a clue about either !

So I'm now trying to adopt a new way of looking at things, after being mesmerized by CK Prahalad and Gary Hamels signature book - Competing for the future. Heres the funda :

Its not about learning baby,
its about forgetting !
You have experience, maybe
but do you have innocence ??

So high and mighty yesterday you were,
that you forgot you might have to compete tomorrow.
Blunt are your arrows, broken is your bow,
How the hell will you compete,
with those kids with AK 47's ??

Forget your arrows,give up your bow
Practice using the gun,without any ego.

If the above lines are a poem ,I'll be dammed
but you will never get so much wisdom elsewhere,together crammed.






Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Home Bound

Bumpy Roads
Half Filled Bus
Window Seat
Sudden Break
Screeching Halt
Anxious Whispers
Lucky Escape
Relieved Sighs
Speedy Recovery
Endless Highway
Deserted Landscape
Rustling Breeze
Animated Discussions
Ridiculous PJ's
Furtive Glances
Knowing Smile
Traffic Jam
Horning Cars
Teeming Malls
Garbags Dumps
Traffic Jam
Roadside Temples
Mercedes Benz
Snakelike Streets
Sleepy Suburbs
Idling Engine
Quick footsteps
Musical Doorbell
Pregnant Silence
Home Sweet Home







.

Monday, August 21, 2006

monday morning blues

every monday morning
i put on a fake smile
and look at the mirror
i tell myself what wonders
lie ahead this week
what discoveries i will make at work
what new songs i will belt
out of my guitar
what new places i will visit
what new girls i will meet

but all this isnt enough
to make me see the bright side of life
i just want to go back to sleep
to mull over the the lazy
saturday and sunday
that went by so fast

i feel so slothful on monday morning
that i dont see the need to use punctuation
i dont care if my poem does not rhyme
in fact i hardly consider this a poem
and i am not going to end
this piece of text with a flourish
i will leave it incomplete
as my life seems this monday morning.....

nikhil