WEEK 49, BELGAUM, INDIA

The day has ended,

In bed

As I said.

Time for the connection,

With limited instruction,

Destruction.

A day gone by,

Without a tie,

Such a lie.

Lunching with foursome,

Neglecting the tum,

Awesome.

Partial West Wing, part GODF 3,

Old and played out I agree,

Nothing free.

Lounging in the morning sun,

Dog on the run,

Fun.

Travel plans for coming year,

Inconsistent I fear,

O! dear.

Paucity of writing skill,

Driving me up the hill,

What a drill !

Switch to poetry, prose destroyed,

Overjoyed,

And buoyed.

Languid posture within sheet,

Absence of discreet,

A treat.

Hours of sleep just flying past,

Health won’t last,

Many aghast.

Two o o eight,

Another date,

Now sedate.

O nine will whine,

And dine not shine,

Fine.

N’er give up hope,

There is scope,

You dope !

Look for the best,

Define and test,

A jest ?

Command, assert,

Never divert,

Or else inert.

And inert shall we all be , when effort and passion and commitment to excel shall abate. Just when all is lost and dark an opportunity shall arise, a will shall prevail. The joy in overcoming that episode of life, that moment of uncertainty shall imbed itself. It shall come uncalled, without notice. It shall impress upon you strive and deliver. And when we shall succumb to the trial and emerge victorious, then shall we look back in anger and say why were we so despondent earlier on in the first place.

Easier said than done. Those that shall be privileged to suffer shall cherish the experience. That’s what suffering does. But if it is ordained that recognition and success shall come, but not without hard struggle and pain, then welcome it with golden arms; wide, warm and enveloping.

My arms are spread to imbibe and envelop.. Even as I lie..

Give me my due, dear Lord, in accordance with the pain of suffering. Else do not allow me to suffer !!

Ah.. this is what i came across today while reading... damn so true.....

"You say that you love the rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when it shines. You say that you love the wind, but you close the windows when it blows. This is why I'm afraid, you said that you love me too".

Harish Nayak