"Most beautiful"

Starry sky of the full moon’s night,
"Ah! What a beautiful sight!"
Shimmering diamond and glitter gold.
"Most beautiful", I am told.
Twitter-chatter of the bird,
"Most beautiful", I have heard.
Glowing sun, flowing river serene,
‘Most beautiful’ to be seen?
Gentle flower with its morning’s dew,
Mother Nature with her hue.
Gushing waves of the open sea,
"Ah! Most beautiful to see!"
Upon me put, I’ll say something new,
The title, I’ll always give to you.

--Poornapragna L S.

A Simple Story

Written waaaaay back in my 10th standard!! There is a story in itself behind this one! Maybe I'll tell it some other time.

Reading this tale might make you feel like you’re tailing the tail of a tailless animal or calling tails of a coin with no tails and might result in your patience tailing off while you tail this tail-full tale.

A person personally doubted his personality to suit his job. He was a keyboard player, who opened his music filled musical room with the same key played the same keys looking at the same key.

The doubt, he confided in his mother only to get the reply that she had the biggest doubt in the world the doubt being the doubt of what the definition of the word doubt is.

Next his wife, misery was her life, said that no mad man will call another mad man, mad, and all are mad in this mad world and there’s nothing wrong in being a nomad for a job. Thus he went, through a big vent, wearing a coat with a vent, his feelings trying to vent. His home far behind he left and found his left foot a foot from the footpath which was a foot from the foot of a tree, a foot taller than the tallest.

He marched on in the hot march making a mark on the sand and having nothing more than a mark in his hand. A long walk from there with long steps along steep stepped mountainous area with mountainous people doing mountainous jobs, he came across a not which said, "Note to be noted: We hereby want you to note that this note will help you to get notes and buy notes if you want to and is as simple as writing a small note but difficult enough to get you an angry note from the owner, who owns this piece of land from the piece of paper hie father left him, died in peace and not pieces, years ago of ear pain, which could have been plainly painless had he not thought he ought and sough the help of a pin, strong enough to pin a pin, pinned to a pinafore to pierce his ears to hear more of the ore he found here. Considering that the person was an able doctor, this might as well turn inta well shaped fable where the hero died like a sable with a cable. Contact the owner with tact and the fact of not calling the act criminal is truly criminal."

Taking the note, he took off to take the job which was a job of giving the taken money from the owner. Deceived by the deceiving amount of money, he tought of deceiving the owner, but he himself got again deceived.

The owner found out and wound him through courts of tennis to a just court. The mad Justice after hearing to a tailless tale gave a tail by stating that, "Just, in a just way can be just a word, just to say nothing else but just, only to be mistaken when meant the other just, a word just as common as the word just is, in this just court."

Moral: Disagreeing to agree will eventually result in you agreeing that you disagreed to agree at first but now agree that it is the time to agree your fault and agree it.

Love!

I am in drought,
You are my ever flowing stream.
Grief has me sought,
You are my cherished dream.

Deep water dire!
You keep me afloat.
I am in fire,
You are my saving moat.

I am deaf,
You are my song. Oh!
I am blind,
You are my rainbow.

I am in Love
I am in Love. Oh!
I am in Love….
I am in Love….]

Love!

Again written for someone very special.

Is it the glisten in your beautiful eyes
That makes my heart, with Love, rise?
Is it the charm in your hair
That makes me want to, forever, stare?
Or is it the gorgeous smile on your face
That makes my heart, race?
Is it the warmth of your voice
That forever gives me a feeling of rejoice?
Maybe it is your alluring grace
That makes me want to hold you in an embrace
And Love you for an eternity there
And drift away in the thin air
What is it? That makes me want to always say
I Love You, I Love You.

I Love You!

Written for a really really special person.

Where art thou?
Thou alone I shall truly love.

With thy allure ever so fair,
Doth one ever ever dare?
Say to thee love, "Nay"
Nay, ‘Nay’ doth nobody say.

Where art thou?
Where art thou?

Waiting for so long, I’m…
Shall do, if need be, till end of time.
T’is I true blest
If only thou….be in our geste.

Where art thou?
Where art thou?

Without thou, my love, I despair.
Without thou, life, I cannot bare.
Without thou, my love, nothing goes by…
Without thou, my love, ….I …die.

Where art thou?
Thou alone I shall ever ever truly love

--Poornapragna L S

The Painter

26th Nov 2004 is the date. There is also a small note in my book which says this poem was inpired by the movie 'kuch kuch hota hai'!

It was all at first , merry
What with red carpet and blue berry.
In his hand the 'To Paint' box shone,
And he thought of the red bow tie his son could own.
For it was the emperor who had asked him to make,
A potrait for his sake.

In a jiffy,brush and paint were out
Not distant was a cure for his gout.
The box he unsealed......
Oh!but to this he wouldn't yield.
Before him was the flag and the face,
The face which had deterred most of his race.

'Oh!My hand reaches not
But to the colours of what only my country's got'
The flag and the face, with tears, he flung
And to his leg something clung
A little hand that made him sigh
It was now stretched-'Papa,i know today you've got my bow tie'.

Night

It says 27th feb 2004 in my book. That's the date I wrote this poem.Atleast that is the day I made a fair copy of this poem.Well it was just there in my book and with no one to read it. So I thought why not post it here.

NIGHT

I see stars,
Through my window bars.
Glinting with them, the moon,
Hiding under the clouds and then appearing soon.
As if playing with a child,
The wind too with voice mild.
Sways in the dark night.
And there’s none else in sight.
It’s like a complete standstill.
Holiday even for the old mill.
I hark not a rattle,
And there isn’t a battle.
Ah! Such a delight,
Is this beautiful night.

Reading Minds

I woke up. It was still foggy outside and a slight weight seemed to heave down my heart. ‘What?’ I thought. Then I realized that I had done a terrible thing. It was just yesterday and my! It seemed ages ago!

I was still thinking what I should tell my boss 45 minutes later, trying to comb my reluctant needle hair. I abandoned trying and dressed up. And neat. I thought atleast I could appear neat. My heart was still pounding as it was already 10:00 clock. Late after the day of blunder. The blunder. Man! What a start! I thought. How would a bull-boss (as we all fondly referred to him) feel if his employee turned up late just the day after that…that…terrible thing?! I crammed a bit of toast hastily and ran to the bus-stop still wearing my socks as I ran or rather hopped single-leggedly!

Luckily (my first luck in many many centuries it seemed) I caught the bus early and reached my office. Standing outside the dreaded building I closed my eyes for a second. I visualized the situation. The confrontation scene. No. Either my concentration was terrible (as it has been since childhood) or the aura was terrible. Okay I agree my concentration was terrible. I could not even visualize good things happening to me. But the thing…ouch!... even the thought gives me pain… was already done. The only thing left to do was the climax. Escape.
If I had to get myself off this burden, I needed wit. Ah! Count me in for such a thing! I nodded to myself, opened my eyes, croaked my throat, straightened my tie and did all the preliminaries. And finally plucked up the courage to walk the ‘last mile’. I planted the dreaded file right up against my heart and walked.

I stepped into my office. The long corridor of doom loomed before me. On either side it seemed were the thorny bushes adorning the corridor of doom. In reality they were supposed to be my colleagues.

“Hey bro!”, said one of them. As if he meant it. And then came the missile from his mouth. He said, “I would get that off my chest before entering the Bull’s office mate.”
How did he know?!?! I thought no one in the world except me and him….o no! Did he? Could he? Could that idiot have told the boss too? Had he told everyone? How do I find out? If he had there was no way out. Should I accept my mistake? Or should I give it another shot? Such dilemma….
All of a sudden a woman just burst out of nowhere and blurted--“Sandwich?”

What the hell? I thought. How did she know I was in a sandwich? How did she know I was in a dilemma? Had all been taught witchcraft? Or perhaps mind-reading? He must have spilt the beans….

Oh my god! I never should have accepted the job. And it was me; I wanted this work… this particular project. I went begging for this project. I should have been content with what I had. Why did I want it?

“That’s what happens when you try to take in more than what you want. Too much on your plate dude?”, said another man sipping his instant coffee rather mockingly.
Do I need to say anymore? He knew just what I was thinking! Oh my god! What would this thing do to my career? Would I get another job? It will always remain as a black mark on me.
And just when I thought I had had enough of all this mind-reading magic, she came. The woman of my dreams. ‘I hope she doesn’t know’ I thought. But then she said,
“Urgh! Yeah the stain!”
Even her beautiful dark eyes seemed morbid when she said ,
“ I don’t see that one coming off very easily.”
The shock! Unbearable! I was shocked, stunned, stupefied, wonderstruck and all such words you can think of. I don’t know what else I was! How did she know that I was thinking about the stain this thing would leave upon me?! She couldn’t read my mind?! Then she would know that I liked her!

What the hell was I thinking. Nobody can mind-read! I decided to run into the bull’s room and get it done. Even before I reached his room I heard, “ Hey did you know you….” . I didn’t want to hear the last part.
“I’m sorry I’m late. I…I…”. The moment I stuttered I knew I was done.
The Bull turned. There he was popping salted peanuts into his mouth. Even that in regular time intervals. Surprisingly he said, “I have never heard you apologize for lateness before! Anyway, sit down. I have something important to talk to you about.”
So this was it. He knew and so did all his staff. Why did I have to tell that idiot?
“Congratulations! You receive this!” he said handing out a letter.
I knew it was a mock and the letter probably held my dismissal sentence.
But no! Lo and behold! Just like in all those old stories, I was promoted!
After all, the boss didn’t know! He hadn’t told. It was an hour before I was let out of his office. He gave a speech which ended by him saying, “Hey! What’s that on your shirt?”

And then as I looked into the mirror, all things became apparent. There it was, just below the collar, just above the dreaded file. A tiny piece of bread stuck on my shirt. There was no mind-reading after all.
Smiling, I turned back to my boss. “Peanuts?” he offered.