Happy 100

A Time Machine of Tar

I walk over that concrete pavement
Hustle and bustle all around
Busy men, they pas me by
Not a glance to spare
Honking horns and roaring engines
Interspersed with shouts and laughs
The world around me is alive, a buzz
A cacophony I can stand not

All the roads merge into one
Around that trinity of lights
The road I seek lies ahead
A black stretch of tar in between
A narrow dusty path
No horns, no engines, nor shouts and laughs
Silent the path is, but not really so
The silence of nature

I walk along the dusty track
Tranquil nature all around
Little shacks flank the path
green fields stretching to horizon beyond
An old lady, she stares at me
Her eyes, they seem to speak
Pity not, O little lad, poor
I may be, but unhappy I am not, have seldom been

Ive seen the world pass me by
A whirlwind of ecstasy and grief
I regret not, being poor
I am merely glad to have lived
I have as much as I need,
Food, water and roof
And that to me, is as rich as can be
For relative are rich and poor, don’t you agree?

I pass the old lady by,
pondering those unspoken words
The air grows smoky, the stoves are lit
And thick is the air with aroma
Of the simple food of the peasantry
As mouth watering, as any delicacy
A creaking wooden cart nears me
A family going out to the city’s marvels see

Such a wonderful place this path
A world of it’s own
Green fields and humble shacks
A happier place I have never seen
Primitive, and as such delightful
Almost as going back in time
I see the stretch of road and think
Like a time machine of tar…

This poem has a story behind it. That will be the topic of my next post.

You must be wondering about the post’s title. My blog received 100 hits yesterday. Thought I’d let everyone know. Thanks for visiting my blog and keeping me motivated enough to post somewhat regularly. Let’s hope for a faster 200 hits.

I write poetry too. Sorta…

In severe violation of all 3 of my New Year’s Resolutions, I have neither exercised, written anything or updated my blog since January 1st. Yeah… I broke the resolutions on the second day of the new year itself. I am so awesome. But, this time I have a perfectly valid excuse. Haha! I was sick. Fucking sick. Pounding headaches, sore throats, runny nose et al.

Anyway, I started writing poetry recently. The following is the first poem I have ever written. Well, there were those crappy ‘poems’ I wrote when I was 10, but let’s try to forget those…

Torvanin the Conqueror

A wall of shields, glinting spears aloft;
On the flanks, steel riders- majestic, resolute;
Golden standard at the fore;
The standard of Torvanin;
King, their King

A sea of expressions – the warriors’ faces
Fear, anticipation, even excitement – the young feel;
But the veteran knows the horror that is war;
And yet he too is not spared;
The fear, the anticipation, subdued but never gone

Facing them, another wall of shields and blades;
Prepared, the men are, to bloody the land;
The fruit of their sweaty toil;
The enemy nears, the command is given;
And thus the struggle begins

Rent is the air with the clang of blades;
The sickening crunch of metal against flesh;
The despairing cries of men;
Prey to the blade of the enemy;
The ground aflood with blood and bone

‘Tis but a bloody tug-of-war now;
Human walls pushing and shoving;
hacking and stabbing;
In the name of Torvanin;
King, their King

The visors are down, the lance levelled;
And the riders charge like rolling thunder;
The peasants break like brittle glass;
Trampled to the ground by steel hooves;
The Riders of Torvanin – mighty are they

And the battle draws to an end;
Victorious, are they again;
Another land to chant his name;
Torvanin the conqueror;
King, their King

Many who read the poem found it uninsteresting, mainly because it deals with war, for which normal people do not share my obsession.

I am yet sick so that is it for tonight. Next update will be tomorrow. Hopefully.

Currently listening to: The Beatles – With A Little Help From My Friends