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The Speaking Wood
Welcome, to the humble abode of the Speaking Wood. I am not going to impart any wisdom, I am not going to tell you the best ways to live; what you should and should not do ...but if you rest here for a while, read what I write, and if it gives you strength, makes you smile, makes it easy, makes you feel lighter, gives you some clarity, helps you in any way; then I would have achieved my purpose. If what you read gives you a thought that is worthwhile, then do leave your footprints, so I know it did, thank you - The Speaking Wood!
I think writer’s block is a
circumstance that often gets used as an excuse when you just don’t write; I
know I am guilty of it for so long. Finally, when I decided that I will get
back to writing I was looking for a perfect comeback post and that caused more
delay to happen. This became a never ending cycle. Today, however, a chain of incidents from the
past few months and the one that happened today made me decide that I had to
write. It didn't matter what I wrote or how it was, I just had to express myself through words.
So here goes.
I and my friends were watching a
movie, a movie that they related to emotionally and had teary eyes. I was
watching the movie with them and was at an advantageous position. As they were seated at and I was right in front so they could not see my face. At the end of
the movie their opinion was that I could not find any connect with the movie. I
smirked, so they did not see me drinking water cautiously taking my head up ensuring not a drop trickled down. I managed to hold myself back. Did I just achieve it? This was being said
about me? I thought my face was very expressive so much so that it was
difficult for me to hide things, yet, here were two folks who could not read
it. This is not the first time this was happening but it is the first time I
realized it did.
I had finally achieved what I
wanted to for a long time not let the state inside reflect on my face and to me
this was no less than climbing the Everest. The post that follows is a result
of that realization.
but I have promises to keep
and miles to go before I sleep
and miles to go before I sleep”
-These words by Robert Frost have often been the cause of a smirk on my face while I
move further from every tempting milestone in life.
Life eh!,
Over half a year and the mind has been an ocean of thoughts, ideas, rhymes, verses but it just didn't occur to me that I had to write and over the past few weeks I feel this void like there is emptiness inside telling me that I have some unfinished business. Is writing that addictive or am I the only one feeling that way. If it is an addiction then would be the most harmless, in fact beneficial addiction of them all.
Well, I hope to drench myself in it from hereon on a regular basis and I hope and pray to God that he gives me the strength, the discipline, the will and the feeling to do that, Amen!
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As I boarded my flight to Paris, my life had turned a new leaf and thought I was leaving everything behind I was smiling for some strange reason. On the other hand, was it strange at all, this is what I had dreamed of, my own designer boutique at the coast of the French Riviera and it was happening now…everything that brought me to this moment had to have a purpose right?
Through life’s journey, my strength was my belief in me
I knew, I will be everything that I wanted to be
There were many a hurdles on this road winding
Treasures of achievement mine for finding
My designs, my hobby and passion now had a Dior stamp
Those dreamy weaves, now a talk of the ramp
Yet, it seems just like yesterday
Many years ago from today
Never knew complexion could be the parameter for glory to attain
Somehow, in every play, I was always made the villain
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I was intimidated
My existence inflated
The showbiz jazz made me uneasy
Concern of millions seemed so cheesy
Potential threat underrated
Not a moment of pride
But an ordeal to abide
I had seen my kin breathe their last
Disappearing as I watched aghast
Emotions were tough to hide
Inevitable questions at last
A will to get over with it fast
I wondered how it felt to be the last tiger around
Loosing everything to human greed did not have a joyous sound
I wish I could change the past
Haunted by the media lights
I missed the grasslands and mountain heights
I was perplexed by the insensitivity of my audience
Wondering why my species were paying a penance
Memories of my friends and playful fights
I had known human emotions
This savagery was beyond notions
This was a mockery of concern and care
Bewildered, I could only helplessly stare
Of this death in small portions
My only words to mankind
To make amends or to keep in mind
A smirk as I walked by the shocked eyes
A sort of sweet revenge for my kin’s cries
“Look! Even your extinction is right behind”
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I asked you again and again Let go of your pain Let me lend a hand Let me by you stand
There were moments when you’d break down your wall You’d open up a little, be carefree as I recall There was hesitation but a willingness to live And I was there, my friendship to give
Everything was perfect and then distance came Drifting apart with excuses lame Every time I tried to reach out You shunned me away with your garbed clout
I never wanted you to change your ways I just wished you’d not accept me to through the days I finally asked you the inevitable, do you want me to be your friend You said everything but a no…left me hanging in the end
I still see the tension in you when I am around It seems like every day I fight a battle on lost ground I let you go, I know you will never tell me why I’m never going to give up, but henceforth, will resist the try
It's funny how I keep wondering what went wrong It’s funny how sentimental I get when I love being cold hearted and strong But isn’t the law of nature that what you give is what you get It’s funny how most often in life that’s a belief I regret
Means to prepare Confidence to dare Selfishness or care Karma’s stare
Smile of content Clarity of Intent Actions meant Nothing to repent
The goal in sight In search guiding light Something doesn’t seem right Just another sleepless night
I normally don’t think of you There is so much to do But every time the wind caresses the trees The rain dances with the breeze I wish that you were here with me I think; will it ever be I close my eyes and feel every drop call out your name I wonder if you were here, would it be the same
In the raindrops I see reflections of the times we were together I don’t need a cure; I can live in these moments forever The world says, now that you’re gone I ought to be sad I’m far away in another world, they think I’m mad In harmony with the rain, as emotions flow I smile; because I know Though you’d probably never tell me I know when it rains, you think of me!
(An amateur writer’s impression on the recent chain of events in Hyderabad)
Its lovely weather and I have nothing better to do
So I thought I will ask you
Let form a cause, let’s form an issue, find a reason to brood
Yeah, lets burn some buses dude
We are fighting for our rights
While lag of duties has risen to phenomenal rights
Some action is missing in life
Let do something and create some strife
The climate is creating havoc everywhere
But this is our claim to fame rare
Let’s not waste a moment to stop and think
Let’s destroy everything in a blink
There people to be fed and roads to be built
There are chores to be done and matters to be dealt
Those are responsibilities of others in the city
I have no reason to feel guilty
I can make something of me and do my kin proud
But that takes a lot of hard work for crying out loud
I will break glass; destroy property and burn in this conspiracy crude
Come my brother, let’s burn some buses dude!!!