Wednesday, June 22, 2011

The Road I Took

Hello my dear friends, my readers! Those who have been in touch reading my thoughts, may wonder why the sudden virtual silence on this blog since June 5 which was my last post. Well, I am on the road again! My husbands just been posted out of the 'Field Area' to a 'Peace Area' , so I spent the last fifteen days packing the whole house and travelling, and I still have not reached my destination! Hmmm I dont think anyone has, philsophically speaking? Well the movement which we are still in the process of doing did remind me of the very famous poem by Robert Frost- The Not Taken -, kindly have a look at this beautiful poem, if you have never read it before.

The poem inspired me at times of a lot of stress, during the whole packing process, as at that time I would say to myself ' why did I have to find a guy in the army, why does it have to be so hot, why dont people work efficiently, why do we have to move, why this/that  happened to me etc'Yep, I cribbed!And then just suddeny I read the poem in a book that I was putting inside a trunk and I then started writing a sort of an answer to what Frost wrote. So here goes, I written a part of it in capital letter as a call to all my friends who are a part of my life, its not as great as Robert Frost's poem,but do give it a chance!
Its a long poem so take a hot black coffee and enjoy!

The Road I Took
I took the road unknown and untaken,
Where it leads to I know not,
Where it will go to I know not,        
The end still not in sight,
But my feet are now weathered,
The feet bruised walking over thorns and sharp and sudden stones,
My feet are now hardened,
Now so strong,
No pain is felt,
No thorns now cut,
No stones now poke,
I walk on,
On all the twisted ways and bends to undisclosed days,
I walk,
To a destiny like a maze, I have to find the way out,
Where am I going? I know not.
But , I hope,
Thus I go on this path of life,
A hard and laborious one, I know,
With hope that I will reach my destination,
To where I belong to, to where I will be content?

Lets enjoy the hard passages together ,
And get through the difficult ways,
 and part,
Like rolling stones we go a long way,
And then on our own destination,
Till the journey ends,

If so,
I will then turn around and look back,
At my start and I will probably laugh,
And I will understand then, that,
All life’s voyages,
Have the same start and the same end,
HA! HA! The journey is timeless, and I will pass the baton on…..
The journey goes on….

I have submitted this poem to the website

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Me for the Trees- World Environment Day June 5, 2011

Hello, my readers my friends! Today’s thought and poem is dedicated to the World Environment Day on June 5 2011.I am not writing for any competition but I write with my voice for the trees and for the future generation which depends upon nature.  You would have already noticed how hot it is getting all over India, may be its due to deforestation and building of concrete jungles? If you go around the country you will see especially in the north that a lot of trees are being cut for various commercial purposes, which results in landslides and environmental changes in the region.
Just as God helps those who help themselves, in the same way Nature will help you if you help her to survive! A lot of problems of purer air and water can be solved by planting of more trees, recycling and using environmentally friendly items and following some simple steps in everyday living, for more information on such a concept you can see the TreeHuggers website , as well as detailed analysis of the environment can be seen at the UNEP website   or
So I appeal to you to take some time off from your busy schedule on the 5th and do something simple like planting a tree or just looking at it from far away and saying a big ‘Thank You!’ , for all the carbon dioxide it is working on each day and night without overtime charges!! So take a cup of coffee with some cardamom and enjoy the poem below! The poem is in two parts; the first part has my voice for the trees and the second the Voices of Trees! Write to me!
Me for the Trees
Oh look, here is our old childhood tree!
And that’s not all, it is made of wood!
The pencil in childhood,
The bed in adulthood,
The stick in our old age,
Slippers of the sage,
In each book and hymn page!

We burn! We burn!
We cut, and we burn!
For all the millions to earn!
When will we ever learn?
We are burning our fingers,
We are axing our two feet,
If we burn all the forests down?
How will homes be made and what will we eat?
The Trees don’t speak, but they feel,
Yes, even through their hard teak!
And if they had a voice they would say…….

The Voice of Trees…….
Imagine a world with no trees, just imagine it?
No table to write or discover lands overseas?
No warmth in the cold, no animals in the woods?
No one to give you shade in places where we once stood,
No romance behind us lovely green trees?
No humming of the birds or buzzing of the bees?
No ! You can’t do without us trees!
So please, please, please, don’t cut my roots and my long vines!
Take care of our Earth as our future is entwined!
So please, don’t cut us lovely trees , please!

And such will be their plight as they fall,
We only take but they always give to all,
No wonder! No wonder ,why,
God has made them stand upright and above us all!

Also see my blog of short stories and what the Fantastic Cow is up to now?