Monday, June 10, 2013

Grandma and the Frog


The story was told by my mother when I was a child. I have roughly reproduced it here.

Grandma had a big house. Her house was covered by all types of trees on all sides. They were cypress, oak, fig, mango, walnut and other trees.

She liked the trees.

Inside her house, she had nothing. She had only some empty pots and pans. She had little rice in the rice bag. She was poor.

One day, grandma went out and looked at her trees. She saw a dry branch on the cypress tree. She was very sad and asked, “How did your branch dry?”
The tree replied, “The thunder hit me.”
Grandma was sad and said, “If your branches dry, let me also hit on my leg.”
So grandma hit very hard on her knee. The knee soon grew big. Grandma shouted with pain.

All-day and night, she stayed near the oven crying with pain.
 “It’s very painful,” she shouted at last. “Take back your pain.” She again hit on her knee very hard.
The skin opened and down came a frog. The frog landed on the oven. “Let me burn this frog in the fire.”
Grandma wanted to burn the frog, as she was angry. She put the frog in the fire. The frog burned like dry grasses.
The frog said quickly, “Take me to the third room.” Grandma went up and kept there. Many kinds of grains filled the room; rice, wheat, maize corns and millet.
 “Take me to the first floor before I get fully burnt,” the frog said again. Grandma ran down and kept there. Many kinds of farm animals filled the room. They were a cow and a calf, chicken and four chicks, a pig and two piglets, a horse and a foal.
“Take me to the garden,” said the frog.
Grandma ran outside and kept there in her garden. Many types of vegetables filled the garden. They were radishes, cabbages, potatoes, pumpkins, sags and turnips.

By then, the frog was already burned and it turned into ashes.

Grandma felt very sorry as well as happy to see lots of things in her home. She had now different grains and vegetables to eat. She had animals as her friend.

For a long time in her mind, she was not so happy because she missed her sick cypress tree for many days. She visited the tree. The tree had no dry branch then. Grandma smiled with happiness.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

My Love is Not


My Love is Not
quantifiable
justifiable
describable
payable
buyable
demonstrable
measurable or
calculable.
So reasonable


My love is:
undie-able
viable
doable
loveable
appreciable and
forever

Friday, June 7, 2013

A Lost Hope


Failure is an orphanage
All wishes grilled
Left alone, neglected
A victim, sorrows and anguishes
So paltry and so lamentable, a soul.

Redundant of the masses
Shout at the loudest
No one listens
As if blind, dumb and deaf
Endure…
The blackest life
Hopeless has no wish.

Times, times wait
Times wouldn’t hold out forever alike
Hide the lies
Untold the truth
Like the sun concealed behind the clouds
It would rise shortly
The joy of seeing the world
The pleasure of all by himself.

Failure and success
Good and bad
High and low
Rich and poor
will disappear. But these tests of fate will continue
As long as one is alive

Blame it on time
Each and everyday
Too many promises
Promises to love
Promises to play
Promises to succeed
An endless file of promises
Odd, we are drowned with dreams
And drench with so many failures.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

No Reason


His eyes are on fire
What is this nonsense desire?
Near her, a man stands
Jealousies, pains, itches are creeping
What is he whispering?
So near, he stands.
Wish he was dead
He has no reason to say this
Simply, because he loves her.

She talks softly
She laughs
Why aren’t you the same with him?
He has nothing to say
But simply,
Because he loves her.

Some people don’t know what love is;
Love is nothing.
You love someone without reason.
 You simply love.
 Some people don’t know what jealousy is.
 Jealousy is nothing,
 but love for someone.
You simply resent with no reason.
 Some people can talk so much better,
 but have no basic understanding of what love is.
  They simply ditch away with so many thoughtless thoughts.
And with a small thing, you get hurt in love.
 Some people have no good heart to know about love hurts.
They simply cry without understanding much of what hurt is.
They simply put full stop in love
And suffer from the lack of love.

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Harsh Cheers


Destiny is a man meant to be.
The mercy of little aberrant and abuse
A life of worries and no care
where will it go in the end!
Only in your dreams, you’ll see.

So self-centered is humankind, full of hunger
Considering only of his own control
The rich have fun and poor beg
It’s too disreputable, why categories?

You’re as astray as this eerie denizen is
You don’t know why you’re  send here;
It’s under lock and key
True to be fated?
This life at times must rework.

Some religiously deluded
And provoke others
Messing up sans benevolence
The faction in the name of god
Horrible way; everywhere is treacherous.

The war and bloodshed, destroying life
Starving beggars and homeless people
The white is white
And black’s meaning is lost
The sound of horrifying news persists
And anytime it will be at your door

We are fenced in with aggression
When our lives itself is bloated with endurance
Should we visualize humility?
Well, it is a thriller; the world and life!