Of Art and Men !

Its somewhat of a cliché when bloggers use the names of famous novels to tone their thoughts, but seriously now that I write my own, I completely understand, how difficult it is to express thoughts in words. (especially when you type on a Laptop :-) )

Anyways, before I digress further, let me tell you why I am so excited, and why I chose to name this blog so. So I just got a brand spanking new Nikon D5000 DSLR camera for my birthday and I am so fired up! Not that I really needed it , and not that my old Nikon P5000 did not have manual controls that I had maxed out to a point that I could not expand my photographic horizons further, but because as is characteristic with men, we like things not that we have, but that we can afford. Nevertheless we do not regret a bit of it :)

So coming back to the 'title' , if you have read the book "Of Mice and Men" by John Steinbeck; you would know what I am talking about, but for my blissful readers (pun intended) , it is about these 2 characters George and Lennie, and edification of their friendship. Lennie is supposed to be a Big man, a very strong man indeed, with less mental abilities. One thing that Steinbeck, who is a master at symbolism has characterized of men is their ability to love till it hurts. Lennie in this novel in his love and emotions forgets his strength and in that process ends up strangling many of the pets he owns in the process of loving them. So is the nature of man, wherein he seldom realizes that in his desire to like something so much he ends up destroying it unintentionally. By the way I did not destroy my Nikon P5000 :-P ... to be continued.

MY DECLINE

Gleam the stars in the sky maternal,
Upon the steppe, shed pallid light
Sadly jangle sleigh bells eternal
Of restive horses, like, the rhythm of the night.

Quite flows the river through the darkness,
And without a jerk slyly moves on
And is lighted by the paleness
Of the moon light looming wan.

Everywhere its, snow and nothing,
Not a green to live the mind
I sit beside the river and glooming,
To please my heart not a thing I find.

A cold wind blows, reckless and sadly,
Makes cows shiver in their cart
For animals it is almost freezing, for me,
It fans the flames of my smouldering heart.

Anew they start chasing my core fleetingly,
The images of long forgotten years
My emotions provoked by thoughts suddenly
Fill my eyes with gloom and tears.

Oh! How I crave for sweet illusions,
Of the pleasures of my frenzied youth
At this state, yearn for those delusions
Which often does my heart soothe.

But fitfully, do youth's vain hopes elude me,
My dream of fortune and of fame
Of love and of happiness deprived me,
Then passed like time and no more came.

As after the storm there is silence,
The earth is wrapt in placidity far
After my youth of noise and violence,
I wish to die beneath the tranquil stars.

Beyond the hill where snow lies deep,
The ice fields crack and tempests blow
Where tender green creepers creep,
May there my bones lie beneath the snow.

O'er my grave cold and doleful,
Might then a young cypress grow
"From the senile blooms the youthful'
Then to the world, may it show.

Gleam the stars in the sky maternal,
The moon through the sky moves heavily
In their sheds the horses fraternal,
Stop jangling the sleigh bells drowsily

My Star

Far across the horizon yonder,
I have been shown a little star.
A star that shines for all, up there,
A star that would take me far.

The way to the star, the path to it,
is simple as can be.
For amaranthine, and the undying spirits,
and for those who wish to see.

For the myopic and materialists,
the star but cannot be seen.
They deride it and mar its name,
while mocking all who have to it been.

Consistence and persistence,
thats all about your part.
What it takes is just innocence,
a thick skin and a soft heart.

The road to perdition or success,
just dangles upon a ridge.
To fail one can stay put and sway,
to succeed you need to burn the bridge.

My star but teaches only this,
to love, to help and to smile.
And in its journey, one finds bliss,
to make our existence worthwhile.

Success is naught, but a journey through
a world, and what you have preached.
Its measured by the hearts you have touched,
and the number of lives you have reached.

I know not, what my morrow brings,
how far I may rise and shine.
But my star, a luminous orb, will stay,
scintillating on the horizon of time.

My star is a dream, my dream is a star,
something i have just known.
But why then do I feel each time,
this star is all I own!

'Artless Me'

O Art , lend thy hand to the laudable ... as for me thou foot would suffice !

Once upon a time
Through a door just down the hall
In a dark, forgotten corner
Of the playroom was a doll.

She was only made of cloth,
A rather simple work of art,
But you could see where someone
Had embroidered her a heart.

It had faded from neglect
And being lonely through the years,
And she couldn't even cry
Because she hadn't any tears

But then one day as she lay cold
And silent on the floor,
A teddy bear was tossed in
Through the squeaky playroom door.

As she watched him, he got to his feet
And slowly walked her way;
And her little red embroidered heart
Came to life that day

He gently picked her up,
And as he held her in his arms,
He noticed a faint heartbeat
And certain rag doll charms.

So he took some thread and stitched
A pretty twinkle in her eye
And fixed her sewed-on smile
Which had long-since gone awry.

He brushed away the dust
And cobwebs from her dress
Then taught her about love
In his fuzzy warm caress.

Those two have stayed together
Since that day so long ago;
And when he looks at her today,
He would hardly even know

That his happy little rag doll,
So content and satisfied,
Was the same one he had found
Cast so carelessly aside.

The Journey Begins...!

Hello Dear Diary,

The road so far has been a medley of ups an downs , of joy and throe , of laughter and tears, but it has always been me and only me, now I start the road ahead , set sails for the seas of life not alone but with you at my side , the path will be hard the times tough and the winds of change against us , but here goes ...