On the wrong side of 50

Upon thy eyes,
I am but a lice,
For you never see my soul,
Longing for you thy cries.

But time is changed,
And with it fortunes exchanged,
I see the world,
As a boy never ever to get old.

I now believe,
In my own strong will,
That will not tilt, That will not wilt.

For youth is not that which goes after 20,
It is that which one can always avail aplenty,
And who said fifty is old,
For one who has a heart of gold.

A poem about nothing..

Upon the starry sky,

The moon so far yet so nigh,

Hearing the distant rumble of traffic,

And the watchman tapping his stick.

I reminiscence about the past,

Dream about the future,

While time flies,

And midnight passes by.

I love this drama called life,

Where events are less predictable than a game of dice,

One minute you want to finish with a life so boring and dry,

The next, you wish the time wouldn't just fly by.

Rambling on and on,

My eyelids droop and I let out a yawn,

I let myself feel good for all the lines I've written,

And even forgive all the mosquitoes that have bitten.

I close the balcony door,

And lie flat on the floor,

For life is too short to dream under moonlight,

When I could sleep on it the whole night.

Goodnight!

Time to rectify!

I wake up to find

That nothing is there

I look around

And find a different place

Where the trees used to be

I see factories

Where the lakes used to be

There's a chemical sea

I asked them to tell

Where all the growth went

They tell me this is growth

Of industry

When will we wake up

When will we realize

That there is no hope

But to rectify!

Ramblings of a 'Tidy' guy

There are ordinary people and there are tidy people. The ordinary person leaves his dirty slippers at the door, while the tidy person ensures that the slippers don't get dirty in the first place. The ordinary person uses a tissue to wipe his nose, while the tidy person holds a tissue by a tissue, which he then uses to wipe his nose. The ordinary person picks up a pen that he dropped and puts it back on the table; the tidy person picks up the pen and keeps it in exactly the same position it had been in before its fall. The ordinary person traces a horrible stink to the sock of his room-mate, and throws it out; the tidy person in addition to the sock, throws out the room-mate as well.

And finally, the ordinary person cannot possibly know the difference between being ordinarily clean and being tidy; whereas, the tidy person takes the pains to write an entire page on the differences between the two types, regardless of the fact that nobody is going to take the trouble to learn to be tidy, let alone read this...

(The author is a stickler for tidiness, and might well have gone on giving many more objective lessons had it not been for a sudden realization on his part that I had been coughing and sneezing over his shoulders for just over 2 hours. tch tch tch..)