Monday, May 21, 2007

Of similes and metaphors.

Sometime back when I had a really crappy simile for my status ("My mind is like a dissected frog, it can't hide anything even if it wants to" ; BELCH), Satyam adjusted his to a good one - "Grad students are like similes, they can't all be good."
I remember writing about puns and double entendres before, but similes and metaphors are classic turfs. More recently, I read about triple entendres, and realized that my imagination is a mere fraction of the person who wrote all that. All this is in my mind because I am thinking about a few lines I wrote last morning (last morning?? Is that formation correct??)
Love and politics are the same: Promises are made that will be forgotten, it cannot be won without foul play and some point of time, everyone gets sick of it.

Of all the things to write about in this world, I think love is the easiest. Most people understand it and have an opinion about it. All my thoughts are coming out in a disjunct fashion because I am not thinking continuously. In fact, I am thinking very rarely.

Glory has been deceived
Blood has been shed
Valor still screams out
And the enemy has fled.
Sharpened minds and knives
Connive to kill honesty
Fanged tongues and poisoned hearts
Claim it to be amnesty.

COLOR: Olive Green
SONG: Ethanai kodi inbam vaithai iraiva (Bombay Jayshree)

Thursday, May 17, 2007

If you think this is the worst, just you wait!

Everytime life throws something at me that I cannot handle alone, all help is withdrawn and suddenly its a test. To see how well I can manage. Sometimes I emerge from the quicksand successfully, but mostly there is just me flailing in the quagmire while onlookers can just wish they could do something.
The thing is I cannot be helped. I need to heal myself. I need to fight my own battles. I wish Ma could just be there to watch me, her very presence would energize me. Just to know that if I fell, someone would cry and rush to lift me up.

At my doorstep there stands a boy
Alone and asking to be adopted
And since with him he brings only despair
I hence name him disappointment.

He smiles at all my efforts
And laughs at all my failures
He wails when I pay him no heed
And finds his way back no matter where I leave him.

COLOR: A turquoise that isn't blue enough
SONG: Tu kaun hai (Lucky Ali)