I am in a dream…..
Sitting enchanted
On the crooked bough,
Of a giant willow
Far from here.
A brook flows below,
On mossy gravel.
An endless music
Its soothing murmur,
Peppered with tweets
Of birds far and near,
Or rustle on the litter
Of some shady crawler.
It’s a tranquil daze….
I chew on a shoot
My eyes see it all;
Yet none that I see
Makes any sense.
A host of ferns,
Dragonfly perched,
Ripple in the water,
An occasional trout;
Perhaps it is I,
Perhaps it is not;
Whether I am everything
Or everything is naught.
Then a loud crack….
A branch breaks
Near, somewhere.
Frightened wing beats
Break the spell.
My cluttered desk
Back at work,
My laptop open,
An excel update,
The grating noise
Of a jammed copier
Tell me again
It’s a long way till eight.
Passing Thoughts...
As the name suggests, I have created this blog in order to translate some of my random thoughts into 'cyber- scribblings'.
Wednesday, March 6, 2019
I am in a dream
Sunday, December 30, 2018
Welcome Twenty Nineteen
The chilly wind bites
And the water sends a shiver.
It’s the time of the year
When we stop and consider;
All that was done
In the year gone by;
What all went right,
What didn’t and why.
Tonight as we gather
For the fun and games,
Ought to spare some thought
For forever lost names.
Walking hand in hand,
We have come a long way;
Its a time to relax,
To dance and to sway.
As the new year beckons
Its a time to be proud;
Of the lessons newly learnt
And the new fields ploughed,
Of all the new places seen
And the new friends made,
‘Twas a hell of a year
All the things done and said.
As the clock strikes twelve
And the sparks light the skies;
We shall welcome twenty nineteen
With new dreams in our eyes.
To get to new heights,
Or to pursue new passions,
Its the time of the year
To make new resolutions.
Let us wish this year
Not to have a fixed scheme;
Love your life as it comes,
Let it flow like a stream.
With hearts full of love
And minds ever keen;
With a silent prayer,
Welcome twenty nineteen.
Saturday, November 17, 2018
A Hillbilly Singsong
Scribble, scribble
Infants scribble
Sprawling on the ground O.
Wait to see them giggle out
And jumping to their toes O.
Brittle, brittle
Old and brittle
Granny squats so gently O.
Sitting by her pickle cans
She minds the kids at play O.
Dibble, dibble
Peasants dibble
Turning in the seeds O,
Waiting for, to drizzle down
The waters from the heavens O.
Sickle, sickle
Scythe and sickle
Snip across the park O,
Sparing not a tickle’s worth
An extra blade of grass O.
Nibble, nibble
Squirrels nibble
Gnawing on their nuts O,
Hoarding all their little ones
Safely in their lair O.
Kibble, kibble
Clanky kibble
Slithers down the well O.
Splashes into ripples there
And fetches me a drink O.
Quibble, quibble
Wenches quibble
Ranting down the street O.
Where’s the fun if fickle girls
Fail to scream a bit O.
Trickle, trickle
Honey’s trickle
Dripping down her lips O.
On her frock it dribbles down
She seems so not to care O.
Fribble, fribble
Simply fribble
Lousy loafers tale O.
Lazy chatters, riddle crackers
Ain’t no worth a dime O.
Fiddle, fiddle
Lonely fiddle
Sings a gypsy tune O.
Mourns a tale of brittle love
And makes my heart to wail O.
Wednesday, September 12, 2018
The Sounds of Contentment
When the cock crows I wake
In the pond quacks a drake
Our pet dog barks
At a pair of warbling larks
Good morning says the scent
Of a fresh baked cake.
As the clock ticks to eight
‘‘I’m open,’’ creaks the gate
Baaing goats lead the way
Mooing cattle leave their bay
They tinkle to the meadow
With a spring in their gait.
Neighs the horse in the stable
Cooing pigeons on the gable
Pigs grunting in the filth
Bullocks panting out the tilth
The purring cat laps up milk
By my side at the table.
Chirping birds on the tree
Nectar scouting buzzing bee
Love to hear rustling leaves
Geckos clicking on the eaves
O the sounds of the country
Fills my heart with glee.
A rabbit scurried with a squeak
Saw it by the babbling creek
Where humming birds hover
And squirrels run for cover
Heard the sound of pecking
From a woodpecker’s beak
Autumn leaves crackle crisper
Love the winds that whisper
Conches blowing at dusk
Sipping tea, crunchy rusk
Ends a lovely day of music
As I watch Big Dipper.
Saturday, September 8, 2018
Just Like Life
Bombing drumsticks embarrassing
Stupid number animal said
Mama sees her droplet drumming
For the sake of greedy maid
Forsake dream desperate measures
Drooling seeping dogs fantastic
Horses bound to sneezing fissures
Dropping down of birds autistic
Humming song of calf simmering
Sifting soot the lion groans
Frogs are mooing giraffes brimming
Zebras flying bouncing drones
Tipping ice cream baby screaming
Bouncy hippos kangaroos skip
Glass of water jaunty beaming
Dance of swans while magpies dip
David and Goliath lighting farts
Naughty father hippo crocs
Jumping Jack in dancing tarts
Books read sipping on the rocks
Wonder smiling duckling small
Plate of rice with mashed up yam
Prince and princess in the hall
Smashing cell phone with a ham
Grandma going chair pointing
Babbling toddler calling out
Showing words still but trying
Letters reading stanzas shout
Cryptic writing sure first run
Try not some to make much sense
Drop your hair and have some fun
Let the drabness leap the fence.
Thursday, February 8, 2018
A Moonfull Of Memories
Monday, September 11, 2017
The Reluctant Father
There's a lot of peculiarity about my becoming a dad;
While others revelled I cant say that I was not all sad.
It felt like a setback to my carefree happy go lucky days.
I knew not why but everybody felt I should mend my ways.
No more rambling in the wild on a hot and sunny week end,
No sudden trips out of town for now there's a kid to tend.
No more allowed to be like before, bohemian and wild;
A single argument from everyone, “What’ll you teach your child?”
Unlike the times that I could go out and enjoy in the night;
I cant now for a toddler needs to be always kept in sight.
Autumn it was, in late October the date was twenty fifth;
The baby chose to come, and all looked eager for the 'gift'.
Beside my wife in the labour room seeing her huffing and puffing;
Tears trickled down her cheek amidst her writhing and roughing;
I waited in fear holding her hand as she kept crying out in pain;
Debating inside why this was necessary, “what do we have to gain?”
A little child in the house meant giving up on my capers;
Oh what a life I saw ahead, with me changing wet diapers.
An hour long labour later when the baby hit the ground'
“A boy it is,” said the doctor hearing which I frowned.
For all the hoop la our parents made, l’d hoped for a little girl;
Sweet and colourful was what we wanted; a boy becomes a churl.
The nurse carried the boy away as I met the new born mother.
Relieved to find that all was well; my girl was out of bother.
The sister rubbed and cleaned the boy and put him on a scale.
“A big boy there,” the nurse declared,”4 kg, hearty and hale.”
“A big boy just like his father,” I beamed inside my mind.
Wonder from amidst all the fear, ‘pride' how I did find?
I had my first look as they cleaned him and laid him on a tray;
“Innocent lil bugger,” I said without any sugary display.
Wishes and blessings from all around came fast pouring in;
Lil did I realise when my face had changed into a happy grin.
When the baby was brought in for its first ever little suckle;
I prodded him and probed him from his head to toe to knuckle.
While tickling on his tender legs I found in there a mole, “Oh!
This boy will travel a lot,” I named him Marco Polo.
A day later when we came back home with the new born child in tow;
Since then I have not found time to ponder on my woe.
No weekend wilds no unplanned travel no eat outs as before;
But feels all cool, the home feels good, I go out side no more.
A would be father I was then, my heart was full o' reluctance;
The story however is not the same now its almost ten months hence.
Its true that he has reined his heart from every outdoor venture;
But in his son this reluctant father has found his best adventure.