Deny
Accept.
Going in my mind
Over and over
Me crumbling
Under the weight
Of choice
Of weariness
Of weakness
Not knowing
What I want
None of us really
Knowing what
We want
Locked in
A prison
Of my own making
Chains feel
So nice
Kissed by
Captors
Healing the wounds
Yet knowing
No one to hold
Me when
I escape
No safety net
Other than the cage
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Indolence
I choose to stay home
With the books and sheets
Life at my fingertips.
Doing what I want
Even silence if I please.
Lying down; daydreaming
Or at times, no single thought
Probing for meaning of life
Uncluttered by screams,
Shouts, television, telephone
Wanting life to breath
At its own pace
With the books and sheets
Life at my fingertips.
Doing what I want
Even silence if I please.
Lying down; daydreaming
Or at times, no single thought
Probing for meaning of life
Uncluttered by screams,
Shouts, television, telephone
Wanting life to breath
At its own pace
Friday, August 26, 2005
My Obituary
Gautami S Tripathy, Educator, passed away at her residence in Delhi, in the wee hours of 26th August 2005.
Right after her bachelor of education, she had joined the teaching fraternity. She enjoyed teaching and more so loved her pupils. She had a good rapport with her students. She was creative with innovative ways of teaching Mathematics and Sciences. She could teach them the various formulae by correlating those with nursery Rhymes or more popular songs of the prevailing times.
She did a lot of philanthropic work too. She was attached to various NGOs, which dealt with problems of child abuse. She always stood for the rights of the children. She set up street dramas for the awareness of the masses.
She had varied interests. She dabbled in painting. Mostly charcoal sketching and cartoon characters. She had at times tried her hands at oils too. She was a great admirer of grand masters like Da Vinci, Rembrandt, Botticelli and Salvador Dali. For the last few months, she was trying her hands at Surrealistic Painting.
She had written/published a few books on mathematics. She was also into writing poetry and other genres of the written word. She was yet to publish any of her works in this regard.
She had a massive collection of books (8000+). And an enormous collection of music cassettes/ CDs (5000+). She has left all this to a local library.
She had lead a simple enough life. She had fairly achieved what she had wanted to do, in this short span of life. But had one regret of not having being able to do much for those street kids who are abused by all and sundry.
She is survived by her mother, three brothers, nephews, nieces and her dearest pupils whom she had taught all these 14 years.
May her soul rest in peace!
Right after her bachelor of education, she had joined the teaching fraternity. She enjoyed teaching and more so loved her pupils. She had a good rapport with her students. She was creative with innovative ways of teaching Mathematics and Sciences. She could teach them the various formulae by correlating those with nursery Rhymes or more popular songs of the prevailing times.
She did a lot of philanthropic work too. She was attached to various NGOs, which dealt with problems of child abuse. She always stood for the rights of the children. She set up street dramas for the awareness of the masses.
She had varied interests. She dabbled in painting. Mostly charcoal sketching and cartoon characters. She had at times tried her hands at oils too. She was a great admirer of grand masters like Da Vinci, Rembrandt, Botticelli and Salvador Dali. For the last few months, she was trying her hands at Surrealistic Painting.
She had written/published a few books on mathematics. She was also into writing poetry and other genres of the written word. She was yet to publish any of her works in this regard.
She had a massive collection of books (8000+). And an enormous collection of music cassettes/ CDs (5000+). She has left all this to a local library.
She had lead a simple enough life. She had fairly achieved what she had wanted to do, in this short span of life. But had one regret of not having being able to do much for those street kids who are abused by all and sundry.
She is survived by her mother, three brothers, nephews, nieces and her dearest pupils whom she had taught all these 14 years.
May her soul rest in peace!
Thursday, August 25, 2005
POSSESSED
Hysterical women gyrating
Flailing arms
Dishevelled hair
Muttering, screaming
Shouting incoherently
Rolling their eyes
In mad frenzy
Beaten and ravaged
Tortured and in pain
Exorcised by priests
Of ghosts, invaded souls
Malevolent spirits
Are they possessed?
But in reality
Suffering from
Deep psychological shock
Broken down irreparably
By personal tragedy
Behaving possessed
Is their only escape!
©gautami.tripathy
Aug 23, 2005
Flailing arms
Dishevelled hair
Muttering, screaming
Shouting incoherently
Rolling their eyes
In mad frenzy
Beaten and ravaged
Tortured and in pain
Exorcised by priests
Of ghosts, invaded souls
Malevolent spirits
Are they possessed?
But in reality
Suffering from
Deep psychological shock
Broken down irreparably
By personal tragedy
Behaving possessed
Is their only escape!
©gautami.tripathy
Aug 23, 2005
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Ctrl/Alt/Del
I key in and expunge
Words that gush unreservedly
from my earnest reflections
Too revealing in their
raw passion
and honest fervor
Sliding down my mind
decoded into letters
but exterminated by backspace.
©gautami.tripathy
Words that gush unreservedly
from my earnest reflections
Too revealing in their
raw passion
and honest fervor
Sliding down my mind
decoded into letters
but exterminated by backspace.
©gautami.tripathy
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Even though.....sad thought....
We crib about bad roads
We crib about long power cuts
We crib about water shortage
We crib about dirt and squalor
We crib about safety of our women
We crib about child labour
Even though……..
We spit on the roads
We tamper with the electric meters
We let the water overflow
We throw garbage out of the window
We molest our daughters
We abuse our children
Given half a chance
We will steal, rob and pilfer
So why blame the nation for
Our misdeeds and misdemeanors!
We crib about long power cuts
We crib about water shortage
We crib about dirt and squalor
We crib about safety of our women
We crib about child labour
Even though……..
We spit on the roads
We tamper with the electric meters
We let the water overflow
We throw garbage out of the window
We molest our daughters
We abuse our children
Given half a chance
We will steal, rob and pilfer
So why blame the nation for
Our misdeeds and misdemeanors!
Monday, August 15, 2005
Freedom......Senryus
Waving flags
Independence celebrated
Finally visiting malls!
**********************
Head held high
Patriotism at peak
Casteism rules
Independence celebrated
Finally visiting malls!
**********************
Head held high
Patriotism at peak
Casteism rules
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Sonia.............Clerihew.....
That Lady Sonia
Gave up the thrown, mamma mia!
But behind the scenes, she rules
Those who think otherwise are fools!!
Gave up the thrown, mamma mia!
But behind the scenes, she rules
Those who think otherwise are fools!!
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