Tuesday, July 20, 2010

No more tears ! - A poem

Every drop of tear
Makes me feel bad!
As long as I am here
Never cry; N’er be sad!

Each and every tear
Every droplet falling down
You and yours tears shed
Its mine ! I shall own!

Love heals everything
Love gives us strength!
To keep you happy always
I would go any length!

Cos you are in my heart
And you shall be there ever!
Cos you are my life
No more tears, never!

Monday, July 12, 2010

Eight morals from the FIFA Wordcup 2010

Right from childhood, my grandma has taught me to look for morals in any story and what great stories we have had from South Africa.

1. News: Maradona and Dunga failed to become the men who could win the world cup both as a player and as a coach.

Moral : It is not only difficult to practice what you preach but equally difficult to preach what you practice.

2. News : Spain vs Netherlands : One of the dullest finals in the history of soccer.

Moral : When you rely more on leg pulling than on your own legs, life tends to get boring!

3. News: Suarez hand defence spoils the party for Ghana and wins the game for Uruguay.

Moral : Throw up your hands! “He” will take care!

4. News : Paul, the octopus is in danger as many Germans are ready to have it cooked for dinner

Moral : It is always better to tell sweet lies than bitter truths. Saves you from getting fried! Working people can spell the last word as ‘fired’ !

5. News : Ghana’s leading scorers Gyan was the reason for its failure as he failed to score off a penalty.

Moral : Anyone who is leading may not actually save you. Applies to elections as well.
Sub moral : Never trust “gyan”.

6. News : Shakira’s waka waka is a big hit in this world cup

Moral : No matter , how fast the legs run, hips matter and hips are always above legs.

7. News : voo voo zilla sold like hot cakes despite the irritating noise!

Moral : Wanna sell something, make noise ; good or bad noise ; either of them helps!

8. News : Paul has done better than the experts of the game in predicting the games . He makes his choice by choosing his food wrapped in a country's flag.

Moral : You dont need any expertise to become famous. Just choose what you like and have a go at it. Rest is history.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

The Broken Thorn - A poem

Where was I and Who was I
I kept posing myself!
And tried to peek up and down
Now, Where did I belong?

Then saw I, the leaves and branches!
Just beneath me, a budding rose!
Ah, I am, a thorn beside a rose!
A red budding rose!

As we grew along, I spoke to her
First a few babbles, Later verses
And then feelings ….
Together we grew to bigger sizes

As I kept growing stronger and stronger
The rose grew softer and softer
And as the wind blew
The rose rested itself upon me!

Ah, the touch of the petals
It was so soothing!
The soft tender petals
On my hard rugged self!

The rose said,
Where would I be without you?
And I too thought
Ah, this rose lives for me!

The rose pampered me with love!
Sowing in me care and pride!
And as the branches grew
Heights above, we did glide!

The sun shone on us,
We did see, The rose and I,
That we were quite on top!
A big red rose and a black hard thorn!

What would the future be?
I did ask! Rose said,
“Do we need one? This is bliss!”
In love’s glory did we bask!

What a beauty you are,
Get out of here!
Get plucked soon!
I said to her!

And as the plucker came in,
The rose said,
Its time for us to go!
“Us?” I asked wonderingly!

You are part of me
My dear thorn!
Said the sweet rose!
And believe did I!

And as we lay together,
The plucker cut us out
There we were lying in his bag
I and my lovely red rose!

Out of the bag,
the plucker took us,
I couldn’t help it
But prick him a bit!

“You little pricking thorn”
He took me with force!
And then came the cutter
To cut me off my red rose!

Off went my rose
To her new life
Let her be happy
Best wishes for her life!

Here I am, lying
Down in the floor,
A black hard thorn
Truly, this is where I belong!

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