Leisure by W.H. Davies

What is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare?—
No time to stand beneath the boughs,And stare as long as sheep and cows:
No time to see, when woods we pass,Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to see, in broad daylight,Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,And watch her feet, how they can dance:
No time to wait till her mouth canEnrich that smile her eyes began?
A poor life this if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare.

I like it when your heart beats faster

I can hear your heart beats,
The fast rhythmic dub-dub-dub,
I can see your rosy blush,
And on your forehead, the glistening beads.

I can hear your pounding heart,
And the rapid heaves of your breath,
I can see your eyes grow moist,
And your muscles tense, all alert.

I can hear your thumping heart,
And the trembling in your limbs and lips,
And I can feel you turn red hot,
Although we are really miles apart.

Had I been by your side right now,
I would have opened my arms wide,
And whispered a few words of comfort,
And calmed you and hugged you tight.

And laid your head upon my lap,
And calmed your thumping chest,
'Coz when your heart beats faster mon cher,
I tell you I like it best.

And after this, I now can sense,
The gifts of God to you,
Your purity, your innocence,
And with this, I bid adieu.

Ode to a friend I love

THE BLUE BUTTERFLY

She's the dew-laden gust of moist cool breeze on the face,
She's the cool, surreal, pristine, all-encompassing mountain haze,
She's the sudden burst of cool shower on a hot summer day,
She's that sense of pure delight felt by a lost man who just found his way,
She's the far-away sound of the temple bells on a misty winter morning,
She's the warmth of a freezing December night with a delightful bonfire burning,
She's the scent of the earth with the first drops of summer rain,
She's the sweet consequence of unbridled passion, that blissful, colicky pain,
She's the transquility of a solitary night under a moon-lit starry sky,
She's the serenity of sitting on the rocks and watching the ocean waves roll by,
She's the joy of finding in the eyes of your beloved, the love she has for you,
She's the comforting hug of a true friend when you are down and feeling blue,
She's the inspiration behind this poem, the angel whom this is dedicated to,
She's my little blue butterfly, she's an angel called Ritu.

The Sweeper

I love watching the sweeper at his work, especially at railway stations. Earlier today, while I was waiting for the Up train to Sealdah, I had the good fortune to observe a sweeper at work on the platform on the other side. It was a pleasure watching him clean up the platform with brisk strokes of his broom. Collecting stray pieces of paper, toffee wrappers, cigarette butts, etc. with each sweep of his broom and bringing them to the front of him in an orderly fashion. Another long sweep of his broom for the more distant neighbors of the rubbish. He was very precise and orderly at his work. I love watching how each small segment of the platform is freed of dirt and filth, and then the next until the sweeper has done his job. No more filth anywhere to be seen, or almost anywhere. One of the reasons I love watching this is maybe because the results of his labor are there to be seen before my very eyes. The efforts he puts in and the results they bring are very apparent. With each sweep of his broom decongesting a small portion of the platform, and the repetitive nature of the job, until the whole platform is freed of filth.........I can't really go on about this because I don't have the analytical prowess required to really say why I love watching a sweeper at work.......but why count the seed when you are enjoying the mango??

To Die in Joy

I had written this poem years ago when I was still doing my graduation.....

Take one step, then take the other
Place your feet one after another,
Stop not till u reach the place,
No matter where u stand in the race

Reaching last is not the concern,
Efforts u put in and the calories u burn,
What gives u peace at the end of the day,
Is the thought that u have spent it the right way.

Look to the left, and look to the right,
Look everywhere, but don't lose sight,
Train ur sight to be on ur mission,
Keep moving, no matter how far the destination.

You reach there or maybe u don't,
But don't count ur bruises, don't count ur wounds,
In the core of ur heart, u know very well,
You have been on the path and worked out like hell.

There's all there is to it my Boy,
To live in peace and die in joy!!!

Today I had the misfortune to be privy to the very unfortunate news of my friend's death. Raju died in an accident last Sunday when he was travelling home from a marriage party. He was the pillion rider.

He was a very gregarious and friendly human being. Although he wasn't very close to me, he was a friend nonetheless. I have spent time with him eating, drinking, and having general good times. It is unfortunate that he is no more among us.

May u rest in peace wherever u r Raju.......God bless u.

blind progress

We tend to move through our lives with our eyes closed. We never really sit back and think about the journey, the progress we are making in our lives; chronologically, physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, so on and so forth.........I really would like to have the ability to observe and contemplate