Lines by Poe.

Came across these beautiful lines. And wanted to share them with the world for their beauty and meaning are simply profound. Read them once and then read them again, see the meanings form in your mind. And read them once more to see how the picture shifts as understanding dawns upon the mind.
I could have written a few lines explaining what I thought. But then I thought it would be unfair to steal the magic of these words by fitting it into the mould of my mind and letting you know what you should be thinking about them.
It will mean something new to each one and something different each time.

Thou wouldst be loved? — then let thy heart
From its present pathway part not!
Being everything which now thouart,
Be nothing which thou art not.
So with the world thy gentle ways,
Thy grace, thy more than beauty,
Shall be an endless theme of praise,
And love — a simple duty.
--Edgar Allan Poe

Rewards for Labour

Long time nothing new,

We are due for a dream come true.

A demand we make upon the Gods-

An appeal to be fulfilled against all odds.

Those countless hopes and dreams we send,

Wishing all things broken will themselves mend.

The powers-that-are must grant this and more,

For on who else shall they plunder their store?

Its our right to deserve those blessings,

Help, luck, fortune and all those things.

The sun must rise and set for us,

Its only for us, all this grand fuss.

In this entire story we oft forget the fact.

That which life teaches us with too little tact.

Its better to first deserve and then desire;

Every reward is backed with efforts made prior.

Its when we do our part of the deal,

That we may apply for the divine seal.

Its why we have been given the control-

To make things that are good or foul.

It begins with a want, turned into need,

Then the effort and pain of the deed.

If your heart's in it and jobs well done,

Then its return in kind will surely come.

Song of the Rain...

Rain Rain go away,

Come again another day.

Little A.P wants some relief,

Pray do take another way.

Give us some time yet.

To pick up pieces washed out,

To tread our lives and homes,

Into that pattern we once knew about.

To get over the shock and,

Grief of being homeless now.

In an instant when the,

Rains came pouring and how!

Once upon a time,

How we craved that very rain,

To grow from its power,

Food for us time and again .

It took in its lieu all that,

Was within sight and beyond.

To carry away in its tide,

Our lives worth, and more around.

Striped the rich, the poor alike,

Taking dignity and hope too,

Left with nothing to start with,

And journeys all over to do .

After the Rain God's injustice,

It's to remember and learn,

Nature has a debt to collect,

For every boon, it lets you earn.

Two sides to every coin,

To every joy and pain,

Two points to every view,

This too is a "Song of the Rain" .

Think Again

Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self. --Cyril Connolly

Notes from life...

Oft a chance remark or a causal perusal of an interesting arrangement of words stokes the desire within to translate those thoughts in my head into opinions on record (P.S All opinions expressed here are subject to undecided and indiscriminate life spans. Causes of death or longevity are still unknown). So a comment by some one today about how it would be apt to name me the 'Consistent Poet' sparked a protest inside and thus here is evidence being presented in defence (and offence) that I do , thank you very much, write prose too.
Now there is a quotation by Charles Dickens which would be apt here- "A man needn't go far to find a subject, if he's ready with his salt-box"
Though there is much I wanted to say but it seems all that I am going to blabber about today is about people. There is this particular forward that I am sure has been around the globe half a dozen times by now, which has a very simple statement. It says people come into your life for a reason , season or a lifetime. The thought stayed with me and it keeps coming back to me time and again when I think about how funny life can be.
I am sure these things were always there, its just that I have now woken up to the idea that the people who I come in contact with are all for a purpose and part of that great scheme which is going to help me become who I am. I notice there is that category of people who you meet probably once or twice and that all that the connection is. But that in that short while they show you the 'reason' of being in the tapestry of your life. And there are some who stay for a while. The stay for a 'season' and when they have helped you with crossing that certain bridge or showing you that certain path or have added to you what ever that they were meant to add, they leave. The last are those who stay with you for a life time and their need and purpose is to add and be those colours in your painting.
When you reverse the thought- you yourself will be a reason or a season or lifetime for another. While others are doing for me, even I am filling a gap and playing my part out in yet another story. Our lives would then intertwine and separate with no beginning or end. The thought scares and exhilarates at the same time.
There have been people who have touched or stayed or stood with me and there have been those who have left. There are been impacts , additions and missing gaps after many of those transitions but this combination that you see is a result of all that was and is.

Notes from Work...

I thought it would be fun about this time of the year,
When articles would be thrown out for audit on their ear.
Its time to be watch dogs and not blood hounds-
To see that the client works well within his bounds.

You think it’s a pain and a bore to go and check
Every client ,no matter how good, you say- what the heck?
Go bug them for a while, why don’t you?
See how much they can take you and her too..

See if all their vouchers are ordered and numbered,
Printing every last one MUST leave them encumbered.
See if their bank statements are collected and filed,
Keep asking for extra copies until they are riled.

See how, when and from where , they buy
Every bill wont be explained ,but do just try.
To whom , when , why and what -do they sell,
Don’t ask trade secrets girl, they wont tell...

See if the bank pays interest and try to find,
One person there who can figure the calculations behind.
If they have loans or FD's then make them dig,
Certificates for those and that’s only half of our jig.

See that there are supporting for every rupee there-
Even in case the accountant begs ,don’t really care.
See that there is a sign and stamp for every word written,
For by the Law hound we surely don’t wanna be bitten.

See the provisions and reserves that they have and ask,
As to why they are needed a dozen times, with a serious mask.
For the Rates and Taxes that they have paid for the period,
From official departments ,demand attestations myriad.

We now come to the Salaries and wages that were given,
Or expenses which for special gains has seem to risen.
See that they clarify and justify every item in there,
But do stop an inch before they are gonna pull their hair.

Only remember that the day you sit upon my chair,
You shall have worries and so much more to care.
That day you shall realize that there is but one side,
You got to hold hands with the clients if you wanna ride.

Notes from class...

I have not written for so very very long now. I do have excuses for the lapse but that's what they are- just excuses. So picked up the pen today in a burst of bored creative energy......
To give a lil background for what you are gonna read below- so that you may properly appreciate the deed- I have morning classes seven days a week which we can't miss. Now the gentleman is good at what he does but when you are running on reduced sleep hours and conforming to the afore mentioned gentleman's rules, you lose it. There comes a point for everyone where they have sat in class without comprehending a single word said. ( yet to reach it , but don't worry its in the near future) So today was a day when we were wondering if our watches had simply stopped working , when I penned these lines. Nothing spectacular , its a come back....

Sitting once again in his class,
Is Definitely not an easy task.
For it's a perpetual pain,
All in the quest for that elusive gain.

Its to crack that set of exams you see,
Its why we are here, my friends and me.
Its not the hard benches and chipping boards,
Its only that by his lecture, I am so very bored.

Observe people around and see them sleep,
Or their mighty struggle for straight faces, to keep.
The discoloured walls, old books and broken glass,
This and more but a part of class.

Once again tomorrow morning I shall pause,
Think. wonder, debate about reason and cause.
As to why I continue to, day in and day out , go there,
Maybe its because I can't truly say, I don't care...