The king of pop has gone
Yes, he was the one
For me he was good
only when in mood
but millions did not find it odd
to think of him as god
I never ceased to be amazed
to see the crowd dazed
I am feeling sad
though I never was mad
Michael Jackson!!!!
"You've Gone too soon"
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Murtuza Khetty
Here is a poem that a friend of mine wrote
Murtuza Khetty
Is a Gujarati
With a childhood in Bengali
And grown into a Bangalori.
Courteous, soft spoken and patient
He heads the organisation
Works 24x7 deadlines to reach
And still find time children to teach
A head full of ideas
A heart filled with desires
He works hard to achieve
But prefers as desires to leave.
“I have lost my EPIC”says he one day.
That’s not surprising, his colleagues say
His table boasts a clutter
That few can match or better.
“Wedding bells for me never
I propose to be single forever.”
Don’t ‘feel like” he proclaims
None has yet set his passions aflame?!!!
“I take care of myself”,to me he told.
But, headaches, backaches and colds
Are his ‘chaddi dosts’
Prides that he can fast
Even when Ramzan is past.
He loves pasta and ice cream
Loves to travel and dream
Lets hope inter alia
That he finds his Belle Italia!!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
An Ode of Gratitude
This is a poem a friend wrote for me...
“Write a poem”, in natural tone
You said to me thru’ the phone
Though with awe I do respond
A POEM and ME!! Not so fond.
Lying down with my plastered leg
I searched for a theme for your blog
Slowly like clouds, pieces gather
With magical words put together.
I fear my poem shall be lost
In the crowd of blog it may rest
All my feelings close to my heart
I am jotting down with sincere note
Is it Affection? Gratitude? Or Fondness?
I asked myself in deep stillness.
Many a time I feel I’m grateful
But I feel it’s a mixture of all.
Putting others before yourself
Giving time and smiling help
Expecting nothing in return, you act
Rarely seen, it is a fact.
For all the help you showered so often
With a sincere heart and feelings plain
I thank my God for giving a friend
And let the bond flow till the end.
“Write a poem”, in natural tone
You said to me thru’ the phone
Though with awe I do respond
A POEM and ME!! Not so fond.
Lying down with my plastered leg
I searched for a theme for your blog
Slowly like clouds, pieces gather
With magical words put together.
I fear my poem shall be lost
In the crowd of blog it may rest
All my feelings close to my heart
I am jotting down with sincere note
Is it Affection? Gratitude? Or Fondness?
I asked myself in deep stillness.
Many a time I feel I’m grateful
But I feel it’s a mixture of all.
Putting others before yourself
Giving time and smiling help
Expecting nothing in return, you act
Rarely seen, it is a fact.
For all the help you showered so often
With a sincere heart and feelings plain
I thank my God for giving a friend
And let the bond flow till the end.
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Different Times!!!
October 2nd 2008 - Shantinagar/Kodihalli, Bangalore
October 2nd 2008 - Yelahanka/Malleshwaram, Bangalore
October 2nd 2008 - Yelahanka/Malleshwaram, Bangalore
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Magic Drum!!!
we are story tellers,
we travel, we sing, we dance
we are revelers,
whenever we have a chance
from within the magic drum,
come out stories after the magic chant
tales full of fun, gaiety, songs we love to hum,
and the audience enchant
our style is different,
interaction with audience is the key
be it the child or the parent,
it is for all to see
the script and music is fun,
the props and costumes are neat
sets there are none,
lights are a treat
playwrights were a funny bunch,
the directors had their craft
production are on the crunch,
music and lights are the heart
there is magic in the air,
this is what theatre is all about
and beware,
once you are in, you’re never out
we travel, we sing, we dance
we are revelers,
whenever we have a chance
from within the magic drum,
come out stories after the magic chant
tales full of fun, gaiety, songs we love to hum,
and the audience enchant
our style is different,
interaction with audience is the key
be it the child or the parent,
it is for all to see
the script and music is fun,
the props and costumes are neat
sets there are none,
lights are a treat
playwrights were a funny bunch,
the directors had their craft
production are on the crunch,
music and lights are the heart
there is magic in the air,
this is what theatre is all about
and beware,
once you are in, you’re never out
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Good Morning!
'Repetitive is boring
Come up with something new'
Its always what I’ve been storing
And those are just a few
so here I am giving it a go
its been long, will it come ?
I really don’t know
till I’ve actually tried some
when you wake up
you are engulfed by brightness
with your tea cup
you are filled with freshness
days that start
with a greeting from me
livens the heart
however tough the day may be
so… to a wonderful day
from me to you
in a spirit gay
Good morning to you!!!
Come up with something new'
Its always what I’ve been storing
And those are just a few
so here I am giving it a go
its been long, will it come ?
I really don’t know
till I’ve actually tried some
when you wake up
you are engulfed by brightness
with your tea cup
you are filled with freshness
days that start
with a greeting from me
livens the heart
however tough the day may be
so… to a wonderful day
from me to you
in a spirit gay
Good morning to you!!!
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Happy 75!
This one I had Ghost written for Nabeel... to wish his nanaji on his 75th birthday.
here goes ....
Mom and Dad wanted us to write to you,how you have made a difference to our lives,
your love and support. Your contribution to society and all the good that you have done.
But those are what they want to say... I have a small poem for you
I say not big things to you,
they are just few,
its not to remember in life how or what to others you have done,
its the day to remember how much it has been fun,
do you remember:
for a gift wait,
that you would get on june eight,
the wait for a holiday,
to go out and play,
the wait for the school opening bell,
to meet your friends and stories tell,
felt you what,
when cycle you got,
how happy you were when you finished school,
and thought college was going to be cool,
your first salary in hand,
did you feel grand?
what about when you met nani,
were you sharm se pani pani?
when they first put mommy in your lap,
did you in joy clap?
when you first mamu saw,
did you know he was going to study law,
1996 31st december,
do you remember?
when you saw adam,sakeenah and aliyah,
what went through your mind... yah?
and this surprise party today,
when everybody sang Happy Birthday!
... now nanaji from all of us here in bangalore: Happy birthday to you!
here goes ....
Mom and Dad wanted us to write to you,how you have made a difference to our lives,
your love and support. Your contribution to society and all the good that you have done.
But those are what they want to say... I have a small poem for you
I say not big things to you,
they are just few,
its not to remember in life how or what to others you have done,
its the day to remember how much it has been fun,
do you remember:
for a gift wait,
that you would get on june eight,
the wait for a holiday,
to go out and play,
the wait for the school opening bell,
to meet your friends and stories tell,
felt you what,
when cycle you got,
how happy you were when you finished school,
and thought college was going to be cool,
your first salary in hand,
did you feel grand?
what about when you met nani,
were you sharm se pani pani?
when they first put mommy in your lap,
did you in joy clap?
when you first mamu saw,
did you know he was going to study law,
1996 31st december,
do you remember?
when you saw adam,sakeenah and aliyah,
what went through your mind... yah?
and this surprise party today,
when everybody sang Happy Birthday!
... now nanaji from all of us here in bangalore: Happy birthday to you!
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Death of a Princess
It had been a holiday
nine days, fun and gay
Paris a hop
before the London stop
In wait they stood
to make good
she knew their game
it was always the same
to them get rid
a simple plan did
the decoy took the mass
but the others were no ass
they did not fall for the bait
but continued to wait
As she left the place
they stood in her face
here to there, the foot on the gas
finally to the underpass
the car crashed on pillar thirteen
at a very high speed it had been
with injuries she lay
they continued the play
'oh my god!'..."leave me alone" she said
on the stretcher laid
nine days, fun and gay
Paris a hop
before the London stop
In wait they stood
to make good
she knew their game
it was always the same
to them get rid
a simple plan did
the decoy took the mass
but the others were no ass
they did not fall for the bait
but continued to wait
As she left the place
they stood in her face
here to there, the foot on the gas
finally to the underpass
the car crashed on pillar thirteen
at a very high speed it had been
with injuries she lay
they continued the play
'oh my god!'..."leave me alone" she said
on the stretcher laid
Friday, August 24, 2007
Why??
This poem was written (october 2005) in reply to the following mail, which resulted out of a mail giving information about a theatre workshop. (I just remembered it in Rangashankara yesterday night while watching "The Ungrateful man")
WHY???>Why do people who take part in a play at the age of six think they are>experts in drama and must offer training workshops?>Why do people think that they are qualified to run drama training workshops>with a fee?>Why do people repackage party games in so many different ways and dish them>out in the name of drama training for personality development?>Why is drama related training becoming so cheapified?
this was my reply
Why?
Ask my friends, I
Why Not?
Is the answer, I got
At six, they were on stage
and you,were of playing age
training with a fee
since lunch is never free
repackaged it is an art
for the unknowing heart
with disgust you say, it is cheapified
with the trust they pay, it is glorified
WHY???>Why do people who take part in a play at the age of six think they are>experts in drama and must offer training workshops?>Why do people think that they are qualified to run drama training workshops>with a fee?>Why do people repackage party games in so many different ways and dish them>out in the name of drama training for personality development?>Why is drama related training becoming so cheapified?
this was my reply
Why?
Ask my friends, I
Why Not?
Is the answer, I got
At six, they were on stage
and you,were of playing age
training with a fee
since lunch is never free
repackaged it is an art
for the unknowing heart
with disgust you say, it is cheapified
with the trust they pay, it is glorified
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Monday, July 09, 2007
From Elephant Rock!
To cross the road across I ran
And that is how it began
Did not feel like stopping
I just continued running
Not attired for the run
I was not willing to be outdone
Slow and steady would be fine
In these chappals of mine
It was refreshing
That comfortable feeling
As I ran without stopping once
That five plus kilometre distance
It had to be the lord's sign
My health plan to define
Why else should I run back
from elephant rock
And that is how it began
Did not feel like stopping
I just continued running
Not attired for the run
I was not willing to be outdone
Slow and steady would be fine
In these chappals of mine
It was refreshing
That comfortable feeling
As I ran without stopping once
That five plus kilometre distance
It had to be the lord's sign
My health plan to define
Why else should I run back
from elephant rock
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Short sight
I looked far and near
for my yaar and dear
hey is it her? I stroked my beard
"no" is what I heard
I have been short sighted ever
to have seen you never
the talk with you was an eye opener
why did it not happen sooner?
life partners are made in heaven
and no! they are not seven
that you are to be my mate
is nothing but fate
for my yaar and dear
hey is it her? I stroked my beard
"no" is what I heard
I have been short sighted ever
to have seen you never
the talk with you was an eye opener
why did it not happen sooner?
life partners are made in heaven
and no! they are not seven
that you are to be my mate
is nothing but fate
Friday, March 23, 2007
Oh Shit...
it was a wonderful talk
oblivious was i during my walk
down comes on my shoulder a hand
belong you to which land?
three goons in a bike... i look
"Oh shit" and sprint i did before i shook
she decides to phone
i leave it alone
run and jump over the spiked divider
like a very skilled rider
once more i hear the ring
"being chased" i sing
with bated breath waited they
in lay on my way
walked on the empty track
expecting them to come back
an auto... to home i ask
he refuses the task
a hotel and a guard
i stop... my heart beating hard
looking for me, up and down the goons went
on my side of the road, a lot of energy spent
to the guard, my story tell
to take me home, call my brothers cell
"i'm safe my dear, have no fear"
i tell her "theres no danger here"
my bhaiyya come
and i gaiyya home
i tremble with fright
as this i write
oblivious was i during my walk
down comes on my shoulder a hand
belong you to which land?
three goons in a bike... i look
"Oh shit" and sprint i did before i shook
she decides to phone
i leave it alone
run and jump over the spiked divider
like a very skilled rider
once more i hear the ring
"being chased" i sing
with bated breath waited they
in lay on my way
walked on the empty track
expecting them to come back
an auto... to home i ask
he refuses the task
a hotel and a guard
i stop... my heart beating hard
looking for me, up and down the goons went
on my side of the road, a lot of energy spent
to the guard, my story tell
to take me home, call my brothers cell
"i'm safe my dear, have no fear"
i tell her "theres no danger here"
my bhaiyya come
and i gaiyya home
i tremble with fright
as this i write
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Sparks!!!
I look for a spark
like a loan shark
for my heart to park
we've been waiting long, my friends bark
can it not come later - hark
No - my words you mark
I will find my lark
to light up my life in the dark
like a loan shark
for my heart to park
we've been waiting long, my friends bark
can it not come later - hark
No - my words you mark
I will find my lark
to light up my life in the dark
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Bliss...
Had I not met you
I would not have been here like this
Had I not met you
I would have been alone and amiss
Had I not met you
I would not long for you miss
Had I not met you
I would be in bliss
I would not have been here like this
Had I not met you
I would have been alone and amiss
Had I not met you
I would not long for you miss
Had I not met you
I would be in bliss
Friday, November 17, 2006
It's morning when you wake up!
It felt like it was going,
There wasn't a doubt in my knowing,
what did I do,
little did I have a clue.
my heart cries out in pain,
there is just one refrain,
please don't go,
I bow down low.
the mistake of five year,
to let people get near,
has cost me dear.
Am I so weak,
to let my self leak,
its time to correct,
and stand up erect.
time to move on,
from fun to none,
from crowded ways,
to those lonely days.
There wasn't a doubt in my knowing,
what did I do,
little did I have a clue.
my heart cries out in pain,
there is just one refrain,
please don't go,
I bow down low.
the mistake of five year,
to let people get near,
has cost me dear.
Am I so weak,
to let my self leak,
its time to correct,
and stand up erect.
time to move on,
from fun to none,
from crowded ways,
to those lonely days.
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