Grey bearded and grey headed
Ever focusing on life through bifocals
Gliding into the youth of old age
Close to a fifty you might say
I write to douse an inner rage
And judge it well as you may
But I’ll write as one who will never age
Of mountains or mole hills on the page
Other other trivialities that occur every day
Some of sense and more of non sense
Mine is not to question whence
But put pencil on paper and dispense
Words and rhymes in their true essence
Such is my tale very briefly told
And now as I feel I’m getting old
Hope to improve on these and hold
My graying grey cells in logic's fold......
I passed out with a diploma in Mech Engg in the year 1984 from govt polytechnic kottayam. I did not have the IQ or EQ (intellectual and emotional) to become a full fledged engineer but enjoyed life in those hallowed corridors with politics, polytricks, love and its absence and of course with the sweat and grime of metal work in the machine shop along with the rigors of stresses and strains of applied mechanics etc....
I was too hesitant to come
You were too hesitant to call
Times chariot went speeding by
Now curtains have begun to fall....
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Do not cry or say good bye
As I disappear with the evening shades
To some promised land to bide
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Oh, give me those dusty bookshelves of the past
Where books held raptures that would last
A dry crushed flower or perhaps a frayed leaf
A worm eaten love story with an ending so neat
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Hiroshima happened, Nagasaki happened
No lessons were learnt, no one remembers
How very beautiful crystal clear mornings
Of singing birds, rosy cheeked schoolkids
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When my time is up and gone
And I’m no longer on face book
Or no longer on the twitter page
Do not cry for me, please.......
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