A Mountain To Climb

Clouds will forever dither


Odysseys never wither


Arduous it may be to summit


Easy it is to plummet


Balance is the key to thrive


Lofty goals needed to drive

Concubine

Cacophonous overtures.

Glib whispers.

Puerile affection.

Drifting impulse.

Blunt dagger springs impromptu.

Stealthy flourish of hopelessness.

Oozing out with eventful failures.

Memories hardly a remnant.

Pebbles

The rustle of time.
A tick here, a tick there.

The itch continues.
And it rubs hard.

The pain will die.
Pleasure to linger.

Pebbles stay round.
Let the water figure.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveller, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference

-Robert Frost

The Last Hurray

After my resignation, the last day was never far from the horizon. It is due tomorrow. Multitude of feelings rushing through me. Here's a poem I badly scribbled - but should convey what all I feel. I call it The Last Hurray

Dreams in my hand, hopes galore
The time has come for the bye to flow

Wonderful has been the phase, memories are etched
Greyer maybe the hair, never will they be eroded

Leaders were awesome, peers were cool
Their hand of support always touched my soul

Friends were made, smiles abound
Life will be prettier, if they are found

A humble thanks may not be enough, there is a lot more
For feelings like these are not seen in any lore

I depart with a final teary bye, to tread a lonely road
The way is full of joy, taking beautiful moments in my fold

I owe it a lot of people for making my life better at the workplace. My cheers and gratitude to them for persisting with me.

Life 3.0 has just begun! With a bag full of surprises, risks and dreams in store.

Soul Cousins

Heaving all around thou and cherubic smiles wide
Clasping tiny nuggets of silly tantrums aside
They come cheering and poaching
To be hurled high and dry

Splash of drops borne with glee and mystery
Innocence written all over their pages of history
The sense of belonging never shies away
When they love to blast you all the way

Such moments are rare to find
Tiny pearls clinging to you
Happiness reigns supreme
Right now and forever

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Dedicated to my cousins with whom I had a wonderful time at a water park this week.

The Boast of Quietness

Here's a poem by Jorge Luis Borges, an Argentinian writer. The "Inheritance of Loss" starts off with this. I couldn't turn to the next page.
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The Boast of Quietness

Writings of light assault the darkness, more prodigious than meteors.
The tall unknowable city takes over the countryside.
Sure of my life and death, I observe the ambitious and would like to
understand them.
Their day is greedy as a lariat in the air.
Their night is a rest from the rage within steel, quick to attack.
They speak of humanity.
My humanity is in feeling we are all voices of that same poverty.
They speak of homeland.
My homeland is the rhythm of a guitar, a few portraits, an old sword,
the willow grove’s visible prayer as evening falls.
Time is living me.
More silent than my shadow, I pass through the loftily covetous multitude.
They are indispensable, singular, worthy of tomorrow.
My name is someone and anyone.
I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn’t expect to arrive

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Am astounded. Yeah. Time is living me.

As an aside, here's a quote by Albert Einstein, which really really made me laugh

Some men spend a lifetime in an attempt to comprehend the complexities of women. Others pre-occupy themselves with somewhat simpler tasks, such as understanding the theory of relativity.