Wednesday, August 26, 2009

LIGHT OF HER LIFE


THE LIGHT SEEMED TO FADE AWAY,

ONLY A MERE LINE WAS SEEN,

SHE WOULD BE LEFT ALL ALONE,

LOVE OF HER LIFE WAS GONE,

TO BE OR NOT TO BE......


ALL THOSE BEAUTIFUL TIMES LEFT BEHIND,

THE MESMERIZING MEMORIES TO DWELL ALONG,

TEARS WERE GUSHING OUT,

BUT NO HANDS TO WIPE THEM,

TO BE OR NOT TO BE........


THE REASON TO REJOICE SEEMED MEEK,

ALL HER THOUGHTS GRIEF STRICKEN & WEEK,

SHE LET GO HER CHARM & JOY,

ALL AROUND HER WAS PLAIN & COY,

TO BE OR NOT TO BE.......


HER LAUGHTER WAS LIKE THE TINGLING BELLS,

TALKS LIKE THE CLATTERING OF SHELLS,

TODAY, SHE SITS ON THE VERY GROUND,

WITH NO LOVE TO BE BOUND,

TO BE OR NOT TO BE.....


SWAY ALONG


This blog of mine dates back to my Junior School Days.

English classes were a pure delight. I used to love them. At school, apparently we used to have POETRY RECITATION. Learning those poems by- heart used to be an amazing task. I used to wait for them eagerly. My Maa'm had to get impressed, that was my motto then.

Different poems, Solitude Reaper is the only title I can remember. But poets, Keats, Wordsworth are the few I can name.

Each Friday we used to have Recitation classes in the morning. My maa'm used to call out names in the attendance order. I used to be somewhere in between. Thanks to my parents for naming me with an alphabet that starts with "P". When my turn used to come, I used to walk upto my maa'm and start. But, I had this very unique way of reciting poems. Guess what was unique????

I used to sway like a pendulum when I used to recite poems. Yes you bet, sway to and fro. Oscillation types....

Well, why would I do that?? I had a very kiddish way of feeling that if i recited my poems swaying along then I would never miss a line. So be it, I never used to skip a line.....
My swaying alas was limited only till Junior school.....
Junior School days, junior thoughts.... Young mind of mine had this very nascent notion....Well, may be someone should give it a try.....