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Life and Death

Life and Death

I stand at the mouth of a cave,
I know not what lies inside,
I see both darkness and light,
When I peep into this cavernous hole.
I do not want to enter this menacing void,
But I know I have no choice,
For I have to find out what lies in there,
For my sake and for my kith and kin.
If only, if only, there is light,
At the end of this cave,
Everything would be fine,
If not, I will bravely meet my creator.
For life and death,
Are two sides of the sam...

The Billionaire’s Hobby

The Billionaire’s Hobby

Billionaire Allan Worthington’s hobby was Taxidermy. He was also an expert shot with a rifle. His speciality was birds. He could shoot down birds like no one could. His aim never failed him. He had travelled far and wide in search of birds of all hues. He would fleece the birds he shot, and stuff them with great love and care… Yes, great love and care indeed…

 

He had a private museum where he kept his exhibits. People flock...

The State of the World

The State of the World

Everywhere, there is a chill in the air,
Which forebode no good to man or beast,
From east to west,
Tyrants had taken over.

 

Men who could not understand,
The meaning of freedom,
Ruled the world with an iron hand,
Tightening their grip on the present and future.

 

They know not the meaning,
Of love and brotherhood,
They only know,
The lust for power

 

Decent men watched in horror,
As the world took a deft right,
Sending shivers down ...

The Sarus Crane Effect

The Sarus Crane Effect

Jagan descended the steps of the family court with a spring in his stride. His divorce proceedings had reached the last stage. The court would pronounce the final verdict on Monday, and he would be rid of Radha. What a relief that would be, he thought to himself. The constant bickering and petty fights would end. He would marry a woman who would be willing to accede to her man’s wishes at least a little bit.

 

Jagan and Radha ha...

Jamsetji Tata: Powerful Learnings For Corporate Success – R Gopalakrishnan, Harish Bhat – Book Review

Jamsetji Tata: Powerful Learnings For Corporate Success – R Gopalakrishnam , Harish Bhat- Book Review

Title: Jamsetji Tata: Powerful Learnings For Corporate Success

Authors: R Gopalakrishnan, Harish Bhat

Genre: Business/Self-Help

Publisher: Penguin Business

Format: Hard Copy

Price: Rs 599

No of Pages: 221

Link for Purchase: Amazon

My Take:

The main purpose of this book is to demonstrate that the philosophy and the principles laid down by th...

So Long As I Persevere…

So Long As I Persevere…

I rested, exhausted and panting,
On a narrow path of wet sand,
I have traversed this sandy stretch,
For hours on end.
To my right, a vertical rock face,
Akin to the devil.
To my left, the roiling deep sea,
Churning out frothing waves.
I know not how much further I have to go,
To reach my destination,
I know not how much further I have to go,
To reach the end of my troubles in life.
I get up to plod on once more,
To reach the finale of my journey,
I soldier on once more,
To solv...

A Tiny Dot In The Sky

A Tiny Dot In The Sky

I am a poet,

Who dreams of words that sing.

I draw a picture with my words,

Of my soul’s innermost desire.

This morn I woke up,

With a song in my heart,

I went up to the balcony,

And looked up at the sky.

I could see a tiny dot,

Moving high up above me,

Leaving a wisp of white cloud,

Like the trail of a jet.

I wondered about the people,

Inside that flying machine,

Whose lives were v...

My Gift

My Gift

I surveyed the house I had purchased at the auction a week back. It was a tiny villa that had cost me a nominal amount. I had purchased it as a gift for my daughter. My daughter wore several hats, one being that she was a very good violinist. I never tired of hearing her rendition of the melodious theme song of the blockbuster movie Titanic. The villa I had purchased was of moderate size with a tiny garden in front. This was all I could affor...

The Paint Book

The Paint Book

Standing on the sandy shores,
I watched the three shades of waters,
Coming together from all three sides,
And converging into a merry dance of shimmering waves,

At a distance on the horizon,
The Sun rose from the depths of this confluence,
It looked very much like a painting,
Out of a child’s paint book.

But in all truth and reality,
It was the dawn of another day,
In our glorious land of India,
A country of a thousand cultures and a million ...

A Dream Time

A Dream Time

She would enter,
My lonely abode,
Dressed like a fairy princess,
With her golden curls flowing in the wind,
We would meet and curl up together,
For a brief period of bliss.
Oh, she was lovely and simple,
Her elegance unmatched,
Her beauty abundant,
Radiant like the lovely face of the Moon.
But time leaves no one untouched,
Her golden curls too greyed slowly,
Her face lined up with wrinkles,
Dark shadows under her eyes,
Told their own story of remorsele...