Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Dawn

The shying moon leaves a void
As the sky bleeds
introducing the sun to sea;
A white gull, audaciously
Rides the lonely black waves
Filling the breeze with its cry
Master of all it sees
Careless about its house,
Sailing away;
Mesmerized.
By this divine dawn
Occurring all year
Which seen even once
Will live for all eternity

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Thursday, January 12, 2006

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The Holy Chicken: Quassimodo, what are you contemplating?
Quassimodo: uh, mornin’ Lord, didn’t see you come in
THC: I see the candle has been working hard. Stayed up all night did you?
QM: tomorrow is Jenni’s birthday. I am trying to figure out what to give her. Something that will bring back her beaming smile. You know how down she has been lately
THC: ah The Lovely Sally. I hope you have thought of something good
QM: Lord, what do you find happiness in?
THC: mm..for me happiness lies in the simplicity and subtlety of things
QM: yes, Sally had once mentioned about that
THC: she did
QM: tell me Master, how did you spell out your love for the chicken queen?
THC: haha. Well she lived in a coop up the street. I had known her for quite sometime and when I finally decided to tell her of my feelings for her. It was on her birthday that I told her of them. I woke up early, plucked a dozen odd golden yellow bananas and gave it to her with a note which read “I’m bananas about you”
QM: and what did she say.. “ How dare you! You are a banana short of a punch ?”
THC: hahahaha
QM: well I see what you mean by the simplicity and delicacy of things. I remember, Jenni had a tough time making friends with this one girl. She then wrote her a letter and finished it saying if flowers were friends I did pick you. And now there are the best of friends
THC: now that’s what I call subtlety. Learn Quassimodo, learn about the subtlety of life
QM: so is simplicity the secret of eternal happiness ?
THC: I don’t know, but the secret to sadness is trying to satisfy everyone
QM: Thank you for the talk, O Mighty Fowl. I must hurry now
THC: wait! What are you going to give Jenni on her birthday ?
QM: a geranium with a note saying “my love for you grows forever!”

[leave QM]

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Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Selected

Amid the pitter-patter of the fresh drops of the evening rain she heard a faint mumble from the room on her left . Mrs Ivana looked over her shoulder to find no one there. The mumbling continued, luring the curious Ivana to the room.

Atop a rickety stool stood Messiah in front of a cracked translucent mirror, reading from a book held in his left hand. His brilliant African brown color bounced of the mirror and the scintillating neon light gave conspicuity to the burn scar kissing his eye.

“And what are you upto young man?” , questioned she.

With a startle 12 year old Messiah turned with a broad smile, as if the angel herself had stuck it on his countenance, which took his mother aback. She had never seen him smile that way ever, ever since Mr Smith succumbed to the burns while he was trying to rescue Messiah from their flaming house.

“Mama”, he chirped with that innocent smile, “there is a school play this weekend and teacher said I can enroll for the selections. Isn’t it wonderful Mama? Will you help me Mama? You know how I always wanted to be part of the play team. And tomorrow they are going to award us the parts!”.

The whole night was spent being the generous Antonio to the shrewd Shylock, the magnificent Caesar to the cogent Brutus.

Next day Messiah woke up with that same smile as pristine as ever and rushed to school with alacrity.
Later that evening Mrs Ivana along with her friend Jane went to pick Messiah from school. She told Jane about the previous night, but not with any visible excitement; in fact with a hollow tone.

“Why does your sons’ auditioning sadden you, Iva ?”, enquired Jane noticing her gloom

“You know Jane, its after 5 years that I have seen Messiah so happy. 5 years. I don’t want to see that happiness taken away if he doesn’t get selected. And you know just as well as I do...the chances of him making it are like a dog finding a rainbow”, smoked out Ivana

“A dog finding a rainbow?”, echoed Jane

“Yea…they are colour blind “

No sooner had she said that they found themselves at the gates of Hillside Junior School.

“Mama!” screamed Messiah from behind.

“Mama” he said with gleaming eyes of pride and elation that would put every lion to shame;

“Mama, I’ve been selected!!”

“I’ve been selected to sit beside you and clap!” , he shouted as he bounced clapping his hands with alacrity ,looking on quizzically at the tears race down his mama and her friends’ cheeks.



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Monday, January 09, 2006

To a Rose

You stand aloof but protected
drawing life from a hose;
Enticing them
with beauty every maiden seeks, while
you deftly veil the beauty beneath, with
brilliant red;
As I reach out to feel the delicate
my hand is impeded by an inner fear,
for I may devour your untainted beauty;
HE too empathizes
causing him to weep
for now I can only stand back and
watch, as you gracefully
Beatify his tears
looking even more magnificent than before

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