I Met an Angel !!!
It was a rainy day where the whole surrounding is filled with cool breeze, greeny trees dressed with rain drops on top.
People struggling with the wind, wrestling with umbrellas, obscuring the face with their jacket, jumping or running around like they are being chased by blood-sucking aliens…. I tell you : When it really rains down you have an exciting and rare theater right before you waiting to be shot by a photographer!
So i searched for a place that gives a good angle to shoot !!!
I saw something like a window opening on the clouds. The window suddenly opened and there comes a Cute angel with flappy wings.
She came to me and asked me what i am thinking now...
i just told her, am thinking about taking a lovely picture.
She replied, Didn't you came with your loved one on this romantic moment?
I told her, you mean taking my girl friend.
Yes you're right, replied the angel.
aha...I should love a girl first, then only i will have a girl friend and fyi no time for that.
Angel replied with a gentle smile on her face, so you're 28 years old male and telling you never had a crush on a girl. Am an angel and i can find it easily.
Sounds good... Why don't you start your testing now? If the results are negative, you can sugegst me a way to look for the girl.
Angel told me the simple test to find the girl...
She told me to close my eyes and visualise the girl i like most. She tested me whether i can visualise the girl who admires me a lot.
The first picture came to my mind was, " The kid i saw in the morning which has the cutest smile in the world".
Angel looked at me with sigh smile and told me to try again.
This time i literally saw "Sweet aroma of Starbucks coffee and i felt the taste too"...
Angel got tensed this time and told "This is the last chance...try one more time". Visualize the girl you admire, the incident which made you to have crush on her, the sweetest moment you had with her.
Hmm...relax ... here goes.
This time "I visualized the Tinkle comics kept on the slot in the right door of my car and even tried reading the comic strip of suppandi" :-)
Angel got frustrated and yelled at me ... It's not my day. I wasted my time and productivity... First grow up...Will meet you again in next decade.
Angel was wrong. She should have opted me one more chance.
It's not the matter of grown up or not. I just visualized the immediate ecstasy i had. I would have tried going deep inside my heart.
Friends, when you come across the angel somewhere, please ask her to come back to my place for a last chance :-)
Unnamed poem by Fred Bremmer and Steve Kroese
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இல்லாத ஊருக்கு, வழி சொன்ன வித்தைக்காரி !!!
1.
ஆற்றினில் மிதக்கும் -
தாமரை இலை நாம் ,
அந்தி சாயும் பொழுது -
அவரவர் நனைந்த ஈரம் பார்த்து ,
ஒவ்வொருவர் காதலை எடை போடுவோம் ..!
2.
இல்லாத ஊருக்கு -
வழிகேட்ட வழிப்போக்கன் நான் ,
அதற்க்கும் வழி சொன்ன -
வித்தைக்காரி நீ ..!
3.
நவகிரகம் சுற்றும் எல்லோரும் -
நீ சுற்றிக்கொண்டிருப்பதை பார்த்து ,
பத்தாம் கிரகம் இருக்கிறதென்று -
ஊர் முழுக்க உளருகிறார்கள் !!!
4.
அக்கம் பக்கம் பார்க்கையில் -
என் ஊடல் உணர்ந்து -
தள்ளி தள்ளி போவாய் ...
உன்னை மட்டும் பார்க்கும்போது -
என் உள்ளம் உணர்ந்து ,
அருகில் அருகில் வருவாய் ..!
5.
உனக்கும் எனக்கும் சண்டைகள் வந்தால் ,
என் தோழர்களுக்கும் ,
உன் தோழிகளுக்கும் ;
சண்டை மூட்டிவிடும் -
கலகக்காரி நீ ..!
6.
ஆகாயம் பார்த்து பார்த்து -
அடிக்கழுத்து வலிக்கிறதென்றாய் ,
அப்படி என்னதான் பார்த்தாயென்று -
உன் கண்கள் பார்த்து பார்த்து -
அதனில் ஆகாயம் உள்ளதென்றேன் ..!
7.
நீ வளர்க்கும் மீண் குஞ்சுகளோ ?
அதனால்தான் கோவிலில்கூட,
லஜ்ஜை தெரியாமல் -
இச்சிக் கொள்கின்றனவோ ?
8.
நீ நட்டுச்சென்ற செடிகள் எல்லாம் -
மரமாகவே மாட்டேன் என்கிறது ...
பிறகுதான் தெரிந்தது ,
குட்டிச்செடிகளுக்குதான் -
அதிக நேரம் செலவிடுகிறாயாம் ...
9.
உன் உள்ளம் நியாபகம் வந்தால் ,
கண்கள் மூடி, இதயம் தொட்டு -
சினுங்கள் கேட்கின்றேன் ,
உன் ஊடல் நியாபகம் வந்தால் ,
கண்கள் திறந்து, கைகள் விரித்து -
அனைப்பினை உணர்கின்றேன் ..!
10.
ஆசைகள் துறக்க புத்தன் வந்தான்,
அகிம்சை வளர்க்க காந்தி வந்தான்;
ஆனால் உலகம் ருசிக்காது ...
ஆசை வேண்டும், இம்சை வேண்டும் -
ஆதலால் நாம் வந்தோம் ...
The 5 Minutes of You...
Spoiled sleep -
Skipped breakfast ,
Dirty patches on Suit -
Dumped car on the Street ,
Rundown to catch the bus ;
Melted icecream ,
Missing pages of climax ;
Unresolved problems ,
Unhealthy arguments ...
All that vanishes -
By the
'5 Minutes of You' !!!
Just keep me in your Prayers..!
For all those doubts,
I ask now is "Ex miss me" ...
For all those distance,
I ask now is "Ex mile me"...
Stand in the middle of train tracks -
Look at them going off in the distance,
Though not, but i believe -
They meet up yonder a ways ...
Just like both of us Stay apart -
But close in the beat of Heart ...
Distance does make the heart grow Fonder,
You're my Best Friend Forever ...
All that i want you is,
Just keep me in your Prayers..!
நிலவு வரும் நேரம் ...
உன் கூந்தல் உரசி -
குளிர்ந்துபோன பகல்தான் ,
இரவாய் பிறக்கிறது ..!
அடுத்த நாள் காலையில் -
ஊருக்கு போய்விடுவாயென்று ,
இந்த இரவு மட்டும் -
விடியவே மாட்டேன் என்கிறது ..!
பார்த்து பல நாட்களாகிவிட்டதென்றேன் ,
பேசியும் நாளாகிவிட்டதென்றாய் ;
ஸ்பரிசமும் என்றேன் !!!
எண்ணம் புரிந்து -
இரவு நீண்டது ..!
ஓர் இரவில் -
நான் தொலைந்துவிட்டால் ,
என்ன செய்வாயென்றாய் ?
இனியொரு இரவை -
இவ்வுலகம் பார்க்காது ..!
எதிர்பாராத மழையால் அவதிப்பட்டு -
வானிலை அறிக்கையை ஏசினார்கள் ...
வழக்கம் மாறி ,
இரவில் நீ குளித்து தொலைத்ததால் -
வந்த வினையென்று ,
எனக்கு மட்டும் தெரியும் ..!
அது ஏன் -
இரவில் மட்டும் ,
இப்படி கொஞ்சுகிறேன் என்றாய் ...
இரவில்தான் எல்லை மீறலாமென்று -
இழுத்து அனைத்தேன் ..!
நீ அலுவலகம் விட்டு -
கிளம்பும் நேரத்தை கணக்கிட்டு ,
" நிலவு வரும் நேரமென்று" ,
வானிலை வாசித்தார்கள் ..!
உன் சிறுமூச்சு மேகமாகி ,
சினுங்களில் அது மழையாகி ,
பெருமூச்சு இடியாகி -
சிமிட்டல்கள் மின்னலாகி ;
மழை உருவாகும் கதை சொன்னேன் ...
அடடா ஆரம்பித்துவிட்டானென்று -
இரவு காது மூடிக்கொண்டது ..!
நேற்றைய இரவில் -
உன் கைபட்ட மனல்திட்டு ,
இன்றைய இரவில் -
பூப்பெய்து ,
பெரும் மாளிகையாய் நிற்கிறது ..!
இரவில் -
உன் மேனி பட்ட பூவெல்லாம் ,
பகலில் -
பனியாக பெய்கிறது ..!
நீ -
நான் ,
நம் இரவு ...
அது போதும் ,
இந்த ஜென்மம் பூர்த்தியாகிவிடும் ..!
Bearhug - Michael Ondaatje
Griffin calls to come and kiss him goodnight
I yell ok. Finish something I'm doing,
then something else, walk slowly round
the corner to my son's room.
He is standing arms outstretched
waiting for a bearhug. Grinning.
Why do I give my emotion an animal's name,
give it that dark squeeze of death?
This is the hug which collects
all his small bones and his warm neck against me.
The thin tough body under the pyjamas
locks to me like a magnet of blood.
How long was he standing there
like that, before I came?
The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll
(from
Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)
The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright -
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done -
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud,
becauseNo cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead -
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"
"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech."
A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head -
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat -
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more -
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue."
After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?
"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"
"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?"
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.
I am not alone
The night, it is deserted
from the mountains to the sea.
But I, the one who rocks you,
I am not alone!
The sky, it is deserted
for the moon falls to the sea.
But I, the one who holds you,
I am not alone !
The world, it is deserted.
All flesh is sad you see.
But I, the one who hugs you,
I am not alone!
Gabriela Mistral
Snow
The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was
Spawning snow and pink roses against it
Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:
World is suddener than we fancy it.
World is crazier and more of it than we think,
Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion
A tangerine and spit the pips and feel
The drunkenness of things being various.
And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for world
Is more spiteful and gay than one supposes-
On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palms of one's hands-
There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses.
~Louis MacNeice
Around the corner, a vanished friend
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end;
Yet days go by, and weeks rush on,
And before I know it a year is gone,
And I never see my old friend's face,
For life is a swift and terrible race.
He knows I like him just as well
As in the days when I rang his bell
And he rang mine. We were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men:
Tired with playing a foolish game,
Tired with trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow," I say, "I will call on Jim,
Just to show I am thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes - and tomorrow goes,
And the distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner! - yet miles away . .
"Here's the telegram, Sir. . .
'Jim died today'."
And that's what we get, and deserve in the end:
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
- by Charles Hanson Towne
Untitled - e. e. cummings
"think of it: not so long ago
this was a village"
"yes; i know"
"of human beings who prayed and sang,
or am i wrong?"
"no, you're not wrong"
"and worked like hell six days out of seven"
"to die as they lived: in the hope of heaven"
"didn't two roads meet here?"
"they did;
and over yonder a schoolhouse stood"
"do i remember a girl with blue-
sky eyes and sun-yellow hair?"
"do you?"
"absolutely"
"that's very odd,
for i've never forgotten one frecklefaced lad'
"what could have happened to her and him?"
"maybe they walked and called it a dream"
"in this dream were there green and gold
meadows?"
"through which a lazy brook strolled"
"wonder if clover still smells that way;
up in the mow"
"full of newmown hay"
"and the shadows and sounds and silences"
"Yes, a barn could be a magical place"
"nothing's the same, is it?"
"something still
remains, my friend, and always will"
"namely?"
"if any woman knows,
one man in a million ought to guess"
"what of the dreams that never die?"
"turn to your left at the end of the sky"
"where are the girls whose breasts begin?"
"under the boys who fish with a pin"
- e. e. cummings
Do not stand at my grave and weep - Mary Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
The Eagle
The Eagle
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
—Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The Cherry Trees
The cherry trees bend over and are shedding,
On the old road where all that passed are dead,
Their petals, strewing the grass as for a wedding
This early May morn when there is none to wed.
Edward Thomas
Shakespeare's Sonnet - LXXV
So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found;
Now proud as an enjoyer and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure,
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure;
Sometime all full with feasting on your sight
And by and by clean starved for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight,
Save what is had or must from you be took.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or gluttoning on all, or all away.
O Captain! My Captain!
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Walt Whitman
My love was my decay
Here is one of my favourite sonnets of Shakespeare's.
CXLIII:O, how I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
To make me tongue-tied, speaking of your fame!
But since your worth, wide as the ocean is,
The humble as the proudest sail doth bear,
My saucy bark inferior far to his
On your broad main doth wilfully appear.
Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat,
Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride;
Or being wreck'd, I am a worthless boat,
He of tall building and of goodly pride:
Then if he thrive and I be cast away,
The worst was this; my love was my decay.
This is my letter to the world
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,-
The simple news that nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!
-Emily Dickinson
Coffee In Heaven
You'll be greeted
by a nice cup of coffee
when you get to heaven
and strains of angelic harmony.
But wouldn't you be devastated
if they only serve decaffeinated
while from the percolators of hell
your soul was assaulted
by Satan's fresh espresso smell?
-- John Agard
Coffee In Heaven
You'll be greeted
by a nice cup of coffee
when you get to heaven
and strains of angelic harmony.
But wouldn't you be devastated
if they only serve decaffeinated
while from the percolators of hell
your soul was assaulted
by Satan's fresh espresso smell?
-- John Agard
To Loose thee
MelancholettaTO lose thee, sweeter than to gain
All other hearts I knew.
’T is true the drought is destitute,
But then I had the dew!
~Emily Dickinson
To Loose thee
MelancholettaTO lose thee, sweeter than to gain
All other hearts I knew.
’T is true the drought is destitute,
But then I had the dew!
~Emily Dickinson
When we two parted
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shrudder comes o'er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee so well—
Long, long I shall rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
~Lord George Gordon Byron
When I Was One-and-Twenty
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
"Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free."
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
"The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
"Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue."
And I am two-and-twenty,
And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true
- A. E. Housman
I read this poem when I was 14 something in an Issac Asimov's book called Ghosts and Monsters.The stories in the book have a very subtle horror in them unlike most other creepy books and it was my favourite read those days.
