From the cerement of Cimmerian shade to Glorious Elysion

We open ourselves and wait,

For some reason this mundane life

Doesn’t seem to bore anymore.

The same deeds those are so close to me

Do not bear the same ‘semblance.

Though I stray around, I can never see

The new dawn bearing fond remembrance.

Oh! If only were it reason

To change again, forever renew.

For no more do I wish to live,

But still that gentle tug

Pulls me back and wakes me

With kisses new and many a warm hug

Reminding me the necessity to live and to be.

I wandered lonely in the dreary desert;

Sick of life, sick of hope,

I was but a parched bird waiting to cease

I knew not where I was then,

But I can wait and be for all I see

And do and die for answers; when

I get them will I be a bird so free.

A new seed sprouts as dew sprinkles

A new hopes lives as the light brightens,

Somewhere deep down in my heart I know what I missed:

The calm ocean so tempting with peace,

The sizzling inferno waiting to gorge

My mere body- an instrument to my soul, and with ease

Help close my eyes and bury after I die.

I sauntered in the vast bareness when I was greeted

By a snake slithering in fatal stillness,

Lethal enough the hiss to bring me nearer to demise

I kneeled down and proclaimed, “O slithering Beast!”

It’s stillness turning static, “ease my soul with your fatal bite.”

It glared at me as if scared, not ready for a feast,

And instead moved on, leaving me victorious in a matchless fight!

I wound about in parched sluggishness

To be enticed by a sight so innerving yet clairvoyant

So quixotic that I fell into a trance

Only to be tampered by the majesty of a ‘pard,

His bared fangs in vicious clutter and eyes crimson poison

His deathly stare calmed into a mere cuddle, Bacchus in endless expanse

“I shalt not hurt thee!” he manifested in a voice as sweet as Damson.

Oh! What could I do? How I wished

I was shrouded in easeful death, if I could sleep

A cerement of Cimmerian shade in pious thanatos’ bosom

My tongue has ne’er tasted sweet true love

Into the gates of the abyss will I go.

The myth of Alcyone, tranquility in a branch of olive

Into eternal star shine in the bed of Virgo.

Alas! I reached a bayou of Quiescence

And thus I beheld a sacrosanct pageant

A wood nymph, bathing, her beauty so enchanting

Oh fair maiden! Take me away, far far away!

To your kingdom where I will meet your king.

To the epitome of creation, to Elysion, take me I pray!

There I shall be the slave of Dionysus, in merry will I drink and sing!

O what can ail thee? You dauntless mortal

What is your sorrow? I cannot see

For with my holy eyes what I fancy

Teases me beyond comparison

In my kingdom can you be Dionysus’ slave, drink and sing

But why go there, I see no reason

For standing beside you is god himself the glorious king!

An extinguished candle

I think the title sums it all up, but it is a gloomy time in ones life when someone in the family has left to reach god........

My Grandfather's brother died recently and it still stays like an irritation when I am constantly reminded that he is no more!

Though the first time I got to stay with him and spend some time was just this New year's time and it is amazing that so less a time could leave a mark in my life!

It is surprising how quickly bonds are made, especially those of love. I shared a very special bond with him.

I am proud at least of the fact that he knew that I would become a doctor! I really wanted him to have seen me become one!


I am sure now that I will fulfill my dream and step into his steps! It gives me immense pleasure to look at the way his patients bonded with him!

"Dear Grandpa you shared a very warm place in our hearts and your presence will always be felt forever. I can never forget the way you conducted yourself and the way you kept saying, 'he has a lot of exposure!' I will never forget the inheritance you left me. The books that you have collected so carefully since a long time. Nothing else could have been a better good-bye gift!"

Irish intelligence

Irish Maths Test

An Irishman applied for a job on a construction site, but the foreman wouldn't hire him until he passed a simple maths test.
Here is your first question, the foreman said. "Without using numbers, represent the number 9."
"Without numbers?" The Irishman says, "Dat is easy," and proceeded to draw three trees.


"What's this?" the boss asked.
"Ave you got no brain? Tree and tree and tree make nine," said the Irishman.
"Fair enough," said the boss. "Here's your second question. Use the same rules, but this time the number is 99."
The Irishman stared into space for a while, then picked up the picture that he has just drawn and made a smudge on each tree. "Ere you go."



The boss scratched his head and said, "How on earth do you get that to represent 99?"
"Each of da trees is dirty now. So, it's dirty tree, and dirty tree, and dirty tree. Dat is 99."
The boss was getting worried that he's going to actually have to hire this Irishman, so he said, "All right, last question. Same rules again, but represent the number 100."
The Irishman stared into space some more, then he picked up the picture again and made a little mark at the base of each tree and says, "Ere you go. One hundred."



The boss looked at the attempt. "You must be nuts if you think that represents a hundred!"
The Irishman leaned forward and pointed to the marks at the base of each tree and said, "A little dog came along and crapped by each tree. So now you got dirty tree and a turd, dirty tree and a turd, and dirty tree and a turd, which makes one hundred."
"So, when do I start?"

This joke was forwarded to me by my sister after ages when I thought she had forgotten me! l find it so funny even now considering the fact that I have forgiven her for not having written to me so long!

When we get angry unnecessarily we forget what love means to us...... We hardly care for the relationship that has taken so long to establish.

Then there are these little innocent jokes that keep reminding us about the warm ties we share and the value of those bonds.