Friday, November 19, 2010

Feathery Tales

Washed ashore from a land afar
The drift and tide and wind in power.

Stuck ashore without a steer
Whose mercy awaits me here?

Gales or storms, drizzles or warmth
Surrendered to force, for better or for worse

All by chance, for all along
A wish, perhaps would change my luck

A wish to only think and steer,
To be the one to control life here.

Sunday, November 14, 2010


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And what is more, you'll be a Man, my son!

- Rudyard Kipling

Friday, November 12, 2010

Mind Speaks

Erred I a lot in the past
That too at a dear cost
Heart now back in place
No longer king, but just my slave.

Just one chance, he always pleaded
That time shall come, I never heeded
Took over me with a gallant stride
All I could do was go on with the ride

Triumphant he was, victorious
My words, they seemed notorious
Watched I silently, events each
Some day surely time would teach.

Erred I surely, by keeping mum
But lessons learnt in the hard way some
Lost the game, he humbly stepped back
No other go, now courage he lacked

Must go hand in hand, he and I
He will learn it as time goes by
Together, well, we will be happy
The future, I assure, will not be crappy

Monday, November 1, 2010

Prisoner of my Mind

Considered my personal best, a poem very intimate, being published years after writing it. Although specifics are unclear to the reader, the poem rants the dilemma of a dual minded situation.

Thoughts ream on so endlessly
Pent on them I thoughtlessly
A path of no return is this?
"Free me from this," I fervently wish.

Muddled up as in a maze
Bound in chains, I can only gaze
At a hopeful future so bleak
Freedom is all I now seek

A convict of crime of conflict of mind
Or do in me a victim I find?
Matter it does not in this game
Coz in the end it hurts all the same

Spun this web round me so tight
Struggling hard now to unwind
Why is the mind so complicated?
Leaving me swirling and all dazed.

Trust it must I, though so caught!
Coz battles hard fought are never lost
But all this at what dear cost?
In the end, part of me is surely lost!