HOME AFTER THE RIOTS - A painting by Deepak Menon

That is what happens to what was once ones

palace after riots take place instigated by some

poor misguided souls!!

A touch of genius - A quote by Albert Einstien

"Any intelligent fool can make things bigger,
more complex, and more violent.
It takes a touch of genius and a lot of courage
to move in the opposite direction."
– Albert Einstein

THE HEAVENS WEPT FOR YOU - Just a thought I had

THE HEAVENS WEPT FOR YOU

The hills were alive with the softness
Of the voice of the falling droplets
of the tears of the skies
But you were not ever to know
That the heavens too were
Missing the brightness of you!
As I was…….

An Excerpt from the Song of Hiawatha by Longfellow

The Song of Hiawatha
by Henry W. Longfellow
.
"Face to face we speak together,
But we cannot speak when absent,
Cannot send our voices from us
To the friends that dwell afar off;
Cannot send a secret message,
But the bearer learns our secret,
May pervert it, may betray it,
May reveal it unto others."
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Thus said Hiawatha,
walkingIn the solitary forest

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This excerpt arose out of a

memory I had, of when I read

the Song of Hiawatha

many many years ago and

long before I learnt the meaning

of a friend or of love or of eternity...

I wish you all the best my friend

A Rose for Rose

Hammurabi's Code said
"An eye for an eye
and
A tooth for a tooth!"

.
I say

"A Rose for a Rose"
so
Here is a Rose for a Rose from my Garden

The edge of Doom? I wonder what Shakespeare meant in this sonnet..

Sonnet CXVI
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments, love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O No! it is an ever-fixed mark,
T hat looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come,
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ or no man ever loved.
William Shakespeare, 1564-1616

In any case I love Shakespeare's Sonnets!

We grow great by dreams - A quote by Woodrow Wilson

We grow great by dreams.

All big men are dreamers.

They see things in the soft haze of a spring day

or in the red fire of a long winter's evening.

Some of us let these great dreams die,

but others nourish and protect them; nurse them through bad days

till they bring them to the sunshine and light

which comes always to those

who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true.

Thus wrote one of the finest presidents of the USA - Woodrow Wilson

The demoninlove has reflected on this and thinks (maybe).....

Perhaps some of us are not destined for greatness, because

we let our dreams die.........

Perhaps some of us are not destined for greatness, because

we let other's dreams die ............

And perhaps some of us are not destined for greatness, because

we love those who let us kill our dreams ...........

Or perhaps some of us are not destined for greatness, because
we love those who themselves kill our dreams ...........

So why do dreams not come true, even for those who

sincerely hope their dreams will come true one day ???

Sailing into the Sunset - A painting by DEEPAK MENON

And an immortal excerpt from "Ulysees by Alfred Lord Tennyson"

Come My Friends
Its not too late to seek a newer world
Push off, and sitting well in order
Smite the sounding furrows
For my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset
And the baths of all the western stars
Until I die

It may be that the gulfs shall wash us down
It may be that we shall reach the happy isles
And meet the great Achilles
Whom we knew

Though much is taken
Much abides
And though we are now not that strength
That in days of old
Moved Earth and Heaven
That what we are - we are
One equal temper of heroic hearts
Made weak by time and fate
But strong in will
To strive
To seek
To find
And not to yield!

Maybe one of us will sail into the Sunset one day.....

ODE TO THE WRIGHT BROTHERS By Deepak Menon

The stage was set on Kill Devil Hill
For the Greatest Act of the human race
The actors - two - of indomitable will
Entered with firm and determined face.

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In All of Kitty Hawk there were five
Who arrived as audience on that day.
Four men, one boy made up the five
Who saw man leave the earth that day.

.
Wilbur Wright, the elder of the two,
Stepped back and gestured Oriville in
To the Strangest Contraption ever seen
Made of canvas, wires, rubber and tin.

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Wilbur stepped up and pulled the string
The Homemade Engine to life came
Oriville gently accelerated to bring
Around the nose of the Airplane.

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The propeller whirled true and fast
The ‘ FLYER ‘started its bumpy run
Faster and still faster till at last
Against the Earth it’s battle it won

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Lurching like a drunkard on the road
It staggered into the air at last
Carrying with it- its 340 KG load
And the Future of the World recast.

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Forever will the World be justly proud
Of the Brothers WILbur and OriVILLE
Who had the vision to scatter the cloud
And subjugate the sky to Free Mans Will

13. SEPARATION

13.1 Those of weak resolve and fickle affection will shed

the most tears on being separated from the one they

supposedly love. And they will be the first to turn

elsewhere for solace.

Those with true love will suffer the

separation in silence, for the image of their

loved one lying deep in their hearts will

nurture their spirit and provide them

with the strength to wait till they are united

once more.
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13.2 Is there a deeper sorrow than that of the separation of a
child from its parents ? Or the lover from his love ?
Both rela­tionships are based upon one thing -

the selfless giving of one's entire self.
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13.3 If thou art to be separated, then let it be quick like the
fall of a guillotine. To prolong the farewell is to put

thyself, as well as the farer on the rack;

The beautiful Doon Valley with the Mussoorie hills

A PLOT OF LAND AT DEHRADUN SURROUNDED
BY HILLS AND UNSPOILT BY THE TRAPPINGS
OF CIVILISATION - A PLACE TO SETTLE DOWN
IN AND WHILE AWAY THE YEARS IN DREAMS

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR

And a wish for all the wonderful people in my
life that their lives are tinted with the beautiful
colours of the rising dawn of love and hope
Deepak

'TIS AN IDLE FANCY - A poem by Deepak Menon

I love HER? How can you say that?
I tell you it is not true!
You insist! Even when it isn't a fact?
Oh! How can I convince you?
.
I do not believe a word you say!
And even if I did, so what?
So what if throughout the day
My brow is feverish and hot?
.
So what if from my deepest slumber
I start and then to her call out?
So what if efforts to erase her memory
Have by time - been put to rout?
.
So what if I only think of her
And talk and dream and live her name?
So what if my eyes are often filmed
With tears of sorrow, lingering shame
.
That I could not my conscience still
And keep my tryst with destiny's call?
So what if her image my heart does fill
So what if she holds my heart in thrall?
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'Tis nonsense, once more I tell you
You are mistaken though you know me well
Even though away with my soul she flew
'Tis an idle fancy, - can't you tell?

THE NEW MILLENNIUM.....a poem by Deepak Menon

The New Millennium dawned - clearing the haze
But had mankind decided to change its ways?
Many are the species of plant and animal life
Who thank man for freeing them from strife!
.
Freeing them forever, (since they exist no more)
For elevating them to being subjects of folklore
And they can never be troubled by hunger or pain
And now need no shelter from the sun or the rain!
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Ah! Man! You truly are a praiseworthy breed
For you even annihilate all that you need!
And your plans for the next millennium indeed
Exceed anything even God could have decreed!
.
Star wars you have planned with lasers you made
The nuclear race you run on the edge of a blade
You harvest the sea now the land is stripped dry
And already now to reach other planets, you try!
.
The forests that burdened this old mother earth
Have been piously cleared to warm your hearth
With concrete jungles you have decorated her afresh
Levelled mountains rising like thorns from her flesh!
.
The air that gave support to the life forms so many
Who fed on mother earth without paying a penny,
By you has been fouled too, and its insidious design
Foiled by the car and factory smoke which is the sign!
.
That all the other remaining earthly life there still is
Had better be careful and beware of mankind's kiss!
If they want to live to see their offspring grow
They must never their faces to any man show!

Money and love thoughts by Deepak Menon

9. MONEY

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9.1 Money isn’t funny. It is a serious matter. To be without

it is like having one's neck in a guillotine. And, to have it, is
like having a sword of Damocles hanging over one's head.

Either way, there is no escape from it!

*
9.2 The only thing more precious than money is love.

But love will wither in daily drudgery without money.

It is not recommend­ed for a poor man to fall in

love.

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9.3 Wilt thou part with thy true love for all the money

in the world? Nay, because there will be no joy in

the spending of even one dry penny!

Wilt thou part with the solitary penny thou hast, to buy

a trinket for thy true love and go hungry to bed? Yea,

because the joys of the world wilt be thine in

the spending!
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Mashima on 3rd December 2005 at Dehradun

That is a picture of my Aunt Promilla Ghose on her birthday
the most wonderfully 89 year young person actually still
blossoming at 16 and going on 17

 

An excerpt from the Childrens book "WORMUS" by Deepak Menon

The Wonderful Booga Dooga Land Forest

.

There were Golden trees and Green trees
And Silvery trees and Cream trees.
There were large trees and small trees,
Short trees and tall trees;

.
There were trees with fat trunks
And trees with thin trunks.
Trees that grew from the ground
And trees that could hop around

.
There were trees that walked
And some trees that talked
Some trees who could sing
Some with bells that could ring

.
There was even a tree
That no one could see
So as you can see my little one
The Booga Dooga forest is full of fun

.
It is a place that always seems
To be seen by us only in dreams
But be sure that maybe one day
You will see a Pixie along your way

.
And if his name is Pickwick,
don’t forget to ask
The way to the Booga Dooga Land
at last

.

With Love to all the children of this world

Deepak

A Wild Flower in my Garden - Amazing!! - And a poem!

I suddenly noticed this amazing creation of
Nature in my garden and it reminded me of
a poem I wrote long ago - Here it is -

MORNING LIGHT
by
Deepak Menon

Morning light of amber grey
Materializing from the void
Earth's diaphanous veils peeling away,
As draped in Night she invisible lays.
.
Each lifted veil revealing shades
Of silvery grey slowly emerging,
As the starry gown of night fades
Before the imperceptibly surging
.
Tide of morning light that aspires
To clasp lady Earth in its embrace,
In a frenzy of controlled desire,
A blush rising on its face
.
As the fading gown reveals,
In glorious nakedness the charms
That Night covetously conceals,
Within its protective outspread arms.
.
But morning continues relentlessly
The veils called Night, to strip away,
With eyes wide open, breathlessly,
Not caring Nights fears to allay.
.
Till there appear the contours
Against the faintly blushing sky,
Of heaving bosoms silhouetted
While Lady earth does sleeping lie.
.
A gentle zephyr fragrant with the scent
Of Earth's perfumes wafts gently down,
Caressing intrepidly the sacrosanct
Person of Earth in Nights faded gown.
.
A shiver through the figure shimmers
Of sleeping Earth; there is a stir
Of rustling leaves, and there glimmers,
A glimpse of her glory in a blur
.
Of tantalising, immortal, frozen time
Suddenly into focus springing,
As Morning light explodes to shine
Incandescently, with birdsong ringing,
.
The nuptial bells of their union immortal
And the Earth is bathed in ethereal glow,
While the sun peeps gently through the portal
Her beauty to the waiting world to show.
.

A Poem from a compilation Dated 1974 of Sunshine Magazine

THE BANKER AND THE GARDENER
.
A banker passed a gardener.
As each went on his way,
The gardener wished that he could be
A banker, rich and gay.
.
He’d sit in comfort in a chair
Behind his office walls
And greet important, busy men
Who came on urgent calls.
.
He didn’t know the banker’s thoughts.
The banker envied him
His glowing tan, his bright, clear eyes,
His graceful stride and vim.
.
“Oh, what a job!” the banker sighed
“To work near trees and roses,
And breathe fresh air that hasn’t been
In other people’s noses!”

• Posted Without permission from Lyla Myers - the poet

LOVES END - A poem by Deepak Menon

LOVES END

It was brought to my notice
In words profound
By one who has loved intensely
The world around

That the end of love
comes.....
When the stars fall to earth
Crushing freedom into bottomless wells,
And the devils take rebirth
Amidst the clamor of clanging bells,
When volcanoes spout fiery death
Burning emotions into torrid ash,
And tornadoes shout obscene threats
Driving divinity before them to crash,
Into barren hills of cracked stone,
Where none can live nor even stand
For each moment there, lives alone
In the eternity men have not known,
To last but a moment in flaming time,
Which they only have lived to see
And feel, who have tasted the wine
Of love that forever will be
Their conceptualization of eternity
That exists in reveler’s worlds
Where never is seen the Trinity
Nor the flag of prudence unfurled
To be a shroud covering the corpses
Of mindless thoughts that try to fight
The bonds holding the synopsis
Of unborn yearnings put to flight
By constancy coursing the walls
Of forts built only to fall
Before righteousness’ tall
Sanctimonious claims to all
Who would or could never tell
That the end of love was not hell
Nor parting, nor hating as well

But annihilations final bell!!