After having a lively discussion with a good friend on babri masjid
and then while watching the bengali movie 'kantatar' (barbed wire)

...A WIND, SOLO implies The protagonist of the movie - Sudha
note the use of words starting with character 'f' and 'h'...in the same thought multiple times
Alternate title - Weeping Veils...


For Her...
Carve out the face of humanity
from the decaying flesh of hate...

Rises the fumes of holocaust
to flood the feet of harmony...

Toss thyself onto the fire of hive (kantatar)
to save a wind, solo and fill thy hollow (soul)

Only to free himself,
and so to free his kind...

MAN, MACHINE and MONSTER (virus)!

My friend's claim to vanquishing the virus on his machine:

My virus and I,

My virus and I,

We feinted and fought 'cross a virtual sky, But comes a time to say goodbye; Whack-a-mole, Whack-a-mole, Die Die Die!

I found a way to get rid of my virus, so I can use my new machine again!

Yay!

(Life is made of little conquests).

My response to his email (please note quick turnaround is the key to success! :) ) :

Night Raider, O' Night Raider...

Darth Vader of the night...

beware for lay no trust on viruses

for many a kind that lurk unbeknownst thee

for might they take a respite for a while, but all the same

return with a vengeance to challenge thy fame...

Dip a chip in the dark hole (microsoft) of viruses wary eyed...

rest assured for it will be fried..

for it will be fried!

Get off your (compensation) workbench, and rest awhile

for all you know before the sun glows

your machine would be gawk'o'mole,

mind you O great Lord - It'll be gawk'o'mole'

splattered across the skies of the night...

Alas! It'll be gawk'o'mole across the skies

Burning bright...

for it will be fried!

tidbit

Footsteps falling
on snow, prints leave

Falling leaves of thoughts remembered
as the mind misses a beat

Hear your silent footsteps tread
on the foyer of hearts laden heavy

Weary eyes yearn for mornin' sunlight
as steps take me down early twilight

Moods

POEM 7: (Life alone in USA)
Title: Moods

As I walk alone
Along the winding paths of life
The wind caresses my soul
And the rustle of leaves
Sets my emotions aflight.

I can feel…
Feel the coldness of the pavements

I can see…
See the looming shadows of trees,
The feeble lights of street lamps
Crawl the surface of the earth
And
Windows and doors of all shapes and sizes
Nestling the warm glow of happiness and laughter
While the cold and darkness around
Seems to engulf me…

But lo and behold …
Up above I see
The moon seems to bestow upon me its friendship
And the clouds wrap me in bliss.

Once again I feel ..
I feel like a child in it’s mother’s arms
Lapped in tranquility …

I feel the touch of the winds,
The music of the leaves.

I can feel ..
As I walk
Along the winding paths of life

A day at the beach...

[background: For folks who have been there...
its somewhat specific to the Santa Cruz beach with the Boardwalk in the backdrop with its rides, flags etc...]

A day at the beach...

Your tiny feet take those first steps...
in search of sea-gull feathers...
As grown up feets would bring you back in my arms
crowned with plumes of peace...

As children's laughter sways on the wings of kites
like sweet music to my aged ears...
Sand castles of hopes and promises
as birth of civilizations to be...

The soft white eyes of waves blink away the lazy noons
as they beckon out to thee...
My heart craves for the pure love and joy
as nature bonds with thee...

The hands that dragged me
to the streaming sunshine in the dawn of life
Lead me through silent stars falling from the sky,
as the dusk of life sets in...


As I sleep amidst the clouds of childhood past
the seeds of dreams grow slowly
Slowly in my heart's mind, yearning,
for another day at the beach...

For a friend,

For a friend,

Wake up and walk the paths
shone by the stars
to the ways of the Lord
that’s designed for us...

Feel and be blessed,
Care with no stress,
Share and then some rest
in the arms of the Lord...

Wake up and walk in the light
that God shines on us...
Share thy love and warmth
and many of us shall follow thy footsteps...

STROLL OF LIFE

Inspiration:

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/01/opinion/01canadaday.html?th&emc=th

tribute to homeland...

And I miss Winnipeg’s winters, which any Winnipegger will tell you is ridiculous. Nonetheless, I miss the winter sun on snow and ice, the blue sky too cold for a scrap of cloud, and clear air like a healing draft so strong that too much will kill you. Walking in such weather is necessarily walking meditation, every breath sears with cold, every footfall in the snow crunches and squeaks.

[The most frequently occurring theory of classical elements, held by the Hindu, Japanese, and Greek systems of thought, is that there are five elements, namely Earth, Water, Air, Fire, and a fifth element known variously as space, Idea, Void "quintessence" or Aether (the term "quintessence" derives from "quint" meaning "fifth").
-from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Classical_element
Each one of the description in the poem refers to the blossoming of the following trees:
1. Delonix regia
2. PELTOPHORUM PTEROCARPUM - COPPER POD TREE]


STROLL OF LIFE

[Water]
As I stroll ...
The rain of yellow dew
my mother tree showers on me.


[Air]
As I stroll ...
with little leafs of flowers red
the swaying winds bring to me.

[Fire]
As I stroll ...
the orange glow of petals strewn
stir a dancing fire within my heart ...

[Earth]
As I stroll ...
for its true love made, for you and me
from deep within nature's soul ...

[Space - or Idea of life]
As I stroll ...