CLASS LIFE - A Poem

CLASS LIFE

Such boring class life,

Just looking outside the windows

Jerking into presence when the teacher shouts

Looking at the board with glassy eyes

Mind on a different track,

Head nodding  in a daze.

Such boring class life,

Getting up early, half asleep,

Trudging to school with a heavy bag,

But on heavier heart.

Waiting for recess, looking at watches

Waiting for teachers to leave, glancing at watches.

Such boring class life!

Subjects, matters flying at the speed of light

All going above our heads, like birds in flight.

Thoughts-naughty and contemplative, filling the brains.

A buzz like a bee, heard in all musical strains,

While all the important lectures, going down the drains.

I wish so much for this phase to end,

So much, that I'm counting down days.

A holiday feels like a much needed God send

The last exams feels like waking the dead.

Such sweet Salvation, breaking free from jail

Alas, is it ever going to end, with college in tail?

AN EMBRACE - A Poem

AN EMBRACE

I gaze at the horizon,

Mesmerised by its vastness.

The sky an orange expanse

Like fire softly glowing in the woods.

The wispy clouds painted yellow and red

The buildings silhouetted black like the dead.

The splashes of green here and there

Complete the whole heavenly Earth-Sky pair.

I peer down the cliff's hearth

The height makes me dizzy.

I look once more at the sightly gift

Then close my eyes and embraced the Earth.

JUST LET GO... - A Poem

JUST LET GO...

Great sorrow of truth, of life

It goes on, without any care for others.

Doesn't spend a dime for whom it bothers.

It indeed is as cruel as Agamemnon's wife.

Life goes on, indeed it does.

It doesn't wait for you to catch up.

It just moves, rapidly, superbly morose.

You just can't over make it stop.

So, let it go, on its own lonely path,

Let it go as you let go a trapped bird.

The more you try to hold on, the more you feel its wrath,

So, just let go, and laugh at it with all your mirth.

PARADOXICAL FUTURE - A Poem

PARADOXICAL FUTURE

What will happen in the future?

I wish I knew the answer!

Whether I will die young or

Live till a ripe old age, alive for years!

Knowing my failures prior,

To them actually happening to me.

Will it fill me with anxiety so crippling,

That my failures become a self-fulfilling prophecy?

Or, will it enable me to overcome them,

And turn  them into sweet fruits of a successful being?

But, won't my failures-turned-successes

Show again in my future sightings?

Then, shouldn't I feel content, and

Let the failures overcome the would-be-successes?

This baffles me so, this constant tortuous path

This is a living paradox-living, breathing, changing.

The future is The Labyrinth, this is the truth

Forever winding and unwinding, just as we almost unravel it.

DEAD ASPIRATIONS - A Poem

Dead Aspirations

A night yet again passed by,

With my child craving for a tricycle.

My beloved coveting to confront her ailing Mumma with a sigh,

And I postponing as usual, my character so typical.

The building shook, my bones within rattling,

The earth seemed to dislodge itself from the universe.

I grabbed my family, with the terror within me rising,

Just as the world came apart at its seams.

Voices first reached by desensitised ears,

Then I felt the still bodies of my existence pressed about me.

Comprehension dawned on me with an intensity fierce,

And I felt my life ebbing away from me.

Rescue had arrived, and maybe I would survive,

But all those dead aspirations cut me like sharpened knives

If I would but give up profit-making businesses for a day,

My family would have died all merry and gay.

How to respond to the calls of the rescuers,

When I desired to accompany my family in their tours?

My life wanted to come to a stand-still,

All I craved for was the fulfilment of my loved one's will.

LOVE TIES - A Poem

Love Ties

Oh! I wish I had never loved.

These paltry human emotions that fetter us to this world.

I wish I had never had,

These human weaknesses, I wish I'd never had.

I could float away in oblivion,

With all my senses ruptured.

Not a breath to be heard, and not a thought to think, 

That would be my Paradise, glimpsed in a wink.

I know now, how love torments you,

Not my sour memoirs, but by sweet memories.

Oblivion becomes a distant dream to you,

When you hear your beloved's pleading cries.

Being chained and fettered with soft silken ropes,

Leaves a cut deep when pulled against to be free.

They don't kill, but keep you alive,

They do everything but let you flee.

I would have gone into my Paradise,

If not for these ties of silken ropes.

They are called bravery, but it is all lies,

It is love, not bravery that holds us so.

Tess Of The D'Urbervilles-- review from teenager's POV.

TESS OF THE D'URBERVILLES: A REVIEW 

 

I think that it is the best Victorian book ever written. It can be considered revolutionary for THAT era, but may seem conservative to most of the present day readers. It's a book that will make you ponder on so many worthy questions about love, life, freedom, personality, and what not. You'll find yourself digging up in the deep recesses of mind for the answers. You'll empathize with the protagonist, will accept her with all her faults, exaggerate her merits, downplay her demerits. You'll question whether what we have in OUR society is any better or not.

Let's first start with the plot. 

The story takes place in an area of England, to the southwest of London in the late 19th Century. This is mainly about a country girl bestowed with all the fine features that were supposed to make a girl beautiful in that Victorian Era- thick long tresses of hair, snowy white satin smooth skin, rosy lips, expressive and large eyes; in short, the Snow White of the era ( by the way, the character of Snow White is not a modern day contraption, in fact, it is an old European tale and was published by the Grimm Brothers in 1812 ). Her father got to know of their lineage with the D'Urbervilles- a powerful knightly family that had died out. He forced his daughter-Tess or Teresa to go work for Alec D'Urbervilles, and charm him into marrying her. But Tess did not fancy Alec, who was an impostor, by the way- his father got rich in business and bought the D'Urbervilles title. Alec got entranced by Tess' beauty and raped and impregnated her. When her parents got to know that she did not take up Alec on his offer of marrying her, they were furious, and her father refused to provide for her child and let it die of sickness. Tess went away from her birthplace to Talbothays, a dairy farm. Here she fell passionately in love with Angel Clare- the Parson's son who wanted to enter into farming. She tried to tell him about her past, but couldn't gather enough courage up until the night they got married. Angel was deeply hurt and abandoned her, leaving her with some money. Tess managed on her own, till Alec came back in her life. She pleaded with Angel to come back to her, but he was too late. Alec forced Tess to marry him by supporting her mother and her siblings when her father passed away. Angel returned and found Tess, only to know she married Alec. Tess, on the other hand, killed Alec because he blinded her with his cruel words about Angel and brainwashing her into marrying him. She and Angel ran away, spend some beautiful days together on the run, but finally got caught up at Stonehenge, where Tess was arrested. She was hanged, and Angel honored her last wish of marrying her sister.