Ring around the world
with red ribbons flying,
our hands clasped together in peace.
Ring around the world
I haven’t written anything substantial for so long.. seems to me as if the worm that used to make me write is now dead; still I am trying feebly to write something, even if it is bizarre.
A small dream
of doing something,
just to get off bed,
have a nice bathe,
wear some decent clothes
and set out to see the world-
its a small dream
I dream of everyday
staying, sulking on the bed.
Love so fair
Love so sly
Sly is who I am
Sly is the world
World so dreary
World is a dream
Dream in the night
Dream of the day
Day quite warm
Day with a charm
Charm act outward
Charm so fake
Fake is who I am
Fake is this world
Enlightens the path
Enlightens my soul
Soul concept of life
Soul concept of death
Death for me and you
Death so inevitable
Depression controls mind
Mind your own business
Mind so lame
Lame is who I am
Lame is the world
World so sultry
World where I live
Live in the shadow
Live in the oblivion
Sky so high
Sky so blue
Cheese of cow
Cheese I love
Love is who I am
Love is the world
World is yours
World is mine
Well, I hope you are not angry for reading this poem(yes it is a poem) which is full of meaningless phrases and words.
But I loved writing it and I hope you are also going to love it.
Blitz is a 50-line poem, completely made up of small phrases. Rules-
1. Line 1 should be one short phrase or image.
2. Line 2 should be one short phrase or image, using the same first word as the first words of Line 1.
3. Line 3 should include the phrase, using the last word of Line 2.
4. Line 4 should include the phrase, using the last word of Line 2.
5. Line 5 should include the phrase, using the last word of Line 4.
6. Line 6 should include the phrase, using the last word of Line 4.
7. Line 7 should include the phrase, using the last word of Line 6.
8. Line 8 should include the phrase, using the last word of Line 6.
9. Keep on repeating the routine till Line 48.
10. Line 49 is the last word(only) of Line 48.
11. Line 50 is the last word(only) of Line 47.
If you have any questions, do ask them. And try it- I know it is a little time consuming and a little confusing as well, but it is quite entertaining when we write it.
I know you’re anxious to be off into the world after such a cloistered existence but going over the wall is not the answer.
In so many ways you’re an adult beyond your years and in many others, much younger than 16, so the outside world is going to eat you up, just like that big, bad wolf.
The tattered remains of your childhood may not be much of a comfort blanket but that does not mean you need to panic. Besides, it doesn’t matter whether you’re running towards or away, the terrors will always pursue you.
Better to stride out having planned your journey, more than one step at a time. Even better, seek fellow travellers instead of being so self-reliant and then falling by the wayside where only passing vagrants can help you along.
You’ll need much more sustenance before you set out – why don’t you sleep on it?
With love now and always
p.s. Did anyone ever tell you just how precious you are?
Somewhere in the world today – it is warm,
enough to need no coat or hat or boots.
Somewhere in the world – it is not raining
and somewhere in the world there is no storm.
Somewhere in the world – a plant makes new roots
and stretches – each day new height it’s gaining.
Somewhere in the world – hungry children crying
and somewhere else a fat man is complaining.
Somewhere in the world a wind is blowing
enough to bleed the precious crops away
Somewhere in the world a flood is flowing
and underneath the mud the crops are lying.
We all stretch out our hands for something more
But nowhere in the world is Shangri La.
The collective sigh of the viewers
viewing the prodigy becoming genius
by understanding that this life is a game-
You have to play it if you want to win it.
The collective sigh of the gatherers
gathered to discuss about the world as such
by knowing that this world is a gaming arena
You have to stay in it if you want to have it your way.
A small petite woman walking in the darkness,
Passing by the lights of the city which she considers a mess.
She has left it all behind- the power, the glory,
She is tired of framing her own life’s story.
Frustrated with her acts that she so dubiously played,
She now walks alone, her hair no longer tied in a braid.
Losing the sense of this world, she wants to be who she really is,
She has said goodbye to her past with a gentle kiss.
She is just starting to accept her real self with no pain,
She is walking in the darkness with no strain.