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.
Just a prickly sickly thought,
What if the world was that of,
Harry Potter or even Percy Jackson?
What if it was all an adventure,
The games of life being played.
Well, how much different would it be?
Because in the present context as well,
There are the games,
For life and never forget those,
Being played by life.
Just a simple plain thought,
What if the world becomes the same,
As the world of Potter or Jackson?
How much different would it be?
I have to admit that I’ve had a love/hate relationship with my brain for as long as I can remember. Our relationship began to have trouble when I was in the third grade. Evidently, I was unable to keep up with the class when it came to math, and I was dispatched, to my utter dismay and humiliation, to a mobile classroom on the outskirts of the school for an hour each day. While the rest of my class stayed put, I would have to scoop up my flagrantly different math text-book, exit the class with my cheeks burning, walk the long distance to the Special Ed building, all the while feeling stupid, and meet a sugary sweet teacher who would talk to me like I was not only mathematically challenged, but also having trouble understanding the English language. The whole experience was completely appalling to me, and I decided that I’d work extra hard on my own so I could get out of the Special Education Math Class.
To me, my circumstances have always been something that I felt I could change, if I could just figure out a plan of action.
Evidently, I have always been a control freak.. :-)
My plan was to get better at math immediately. Back then, though, there were no home computers, much less the World Wide Web, so I was a tiny bit unsure about how to go about becoming a mathematical genius overnight. Luckily, my mother had a set of Encyclopedia Britannica‘s, and I began my quest right there. Everyday after school, I would begin my research into a quick, sure way to improve my brain’s performance. Often, I would get distracted from my mission, running across something entirely unhelpful, but way more interesting.
And in time, I found a little excerpt from an old research study that stated how the brain worked in general, and had come to the conclusion that people who write with their left hands tended to have better mathematical abilities. Ah Ha! I thought. All I needed to do, in my own estimation, was to teach myself to write with my left hand. This, I surmised, would “wake up” the right side of my brain, and I’d be a mathematical wiz…Good-bye, Special Ed Math. Hello, Popularity and Wealth. Actually, I didn’t really care about the popularity and wealth thing so much..just getting out of that humiliating class.
I had this gut feeling that I’d just stumbled on to a little known cure, and that soon, I’d leave my classmates in my mathematical dust…
So, I did exactly that. I practiced writing with my left hand for weeks, then months, and then years. To this day, I will occasionally write with it just to make sure I still can. I have so blended my left hand/right hand capabilities that I made myself somewhat ambidextrous. :-)
But did it help my math abilities? I did catch up in math during my fourth grade year, and then later, in high school, I was able to hold my own, and to get good grades. I scored higher than average in math on my SAT’s, though I always find English grammar, literature, and the like easier to learn and understand, and those scores were higher than my math scores. I ended up working most of my life in accounting.
I have no idea if my little quest tricked my brain or not. Maybe, because I believed that it would make me smarter in math, it did. All I know is that I’ve learned that the brain is exceedingly magnificent and complicated, and we can train it to do what we want. Too cool!
One teacher that I admired and respected once told me that I was unusually logical, always breaking everything down to its simplest forms, which was actually a mathematical skill, and he thought it was unlikely that I was ever behind in math, but instead just wasn’t being taught in a method that I could learn from. Back then, in the 1970′s, the multiplication tables were taught by memorization, and he theorized that this method would not have been something I could have kept up with. A bunch of numbers memorized for reasons I couldn’t explain would not have been easy for me to retain. Instead, had the teachers shown me what exactly was actually being done when you multiply 2 by 2, I would have kept up just fine.
I remember thinking that I liked that teacher’s theory about my brain, but a tiny part of me wants to believe that in elementary school, I figured out a way to trick my brain into being smarter in math. :-)
Self pity- Another thing I’ve learnt in a blow
I am so inclined towards the negative road
I am not here to put a show
But what can I do when I’m the toad
Hilarious… by now you must know
My life- which is being so far a heavy load!
Oh! I’m tired… of course I’m tired by now, getting restrained by self-arising dramatic thoughts day after day.
Well, here’s another one-
In the world so large
I’m nothing but the void named life
Which will end in a boom
What effect will it leave behind?
Nothing… which means nothing
Will the Sun stop rising?
Or will the river stop flowing?
Whether air would stop blowing?
Or children would stop growing?
The life is nothing but a void aura
Which holds nothing
Which means nothing
In the world so large.
Here I request other authors(particularly writers, not necessarily authors or whatsoever) to write something and anything regarding the significance of life in the world which should be in contrast to what I’ve written. I want some optimism and I think I will find it much in the posts of my fellow writers on 20 lines a day and elsewhere.
Across the continents people live in homes
Very much like mine but not in the least bit similar
Sunlight beaming through their wide open kitchens
Sipping coffee in the morning, sitting by the bright windows
Some searching for the last lost chance in the tattered purse
To bring home something to eat, a meal that has no time, nor name
Eventually someone comes along after a long time
Time that I spent working, running around, being lazy and talking to friends
All the time, feeling alone,
Never mind if there’s are twenty people with me or one
How have you been my friend?
It’s been a really long time since we last spoke
You’ve been doing things I see,
All by yourself you say?
I hope you wouldn’t feel too lonely
It all comes back in a rush,
Sunlight, walks beside the rivers in places that I never visited
A mere fragment of a bygone conversation
A piece of someone’s imagination
Breathes its warm promise into the cold corners of the mind
Friends who stay close, those who are far away
all of them talk and try to keep the warmth flowing
distances, and things are mere formalities
closeness is a matter of heart and thought
When exactly was I lonely?
It’s probably the most difficult thing to achieve
Because the whole wide world never left the room
In bits and pieces once, and then in unfathomable entirety.