"carrom" poems
Thrown away carrom men
Hunting for the queen
Grey white turqoise marbles
a spinning top on the table
an electric motor a gadget then
bifid nibbed fountain pen
Cassette wheels and a chip of steel
ran faster than ritzy hotwheels
tazos and trumps spurred triumphant jumps
peacock clay in redolent sandalwood
I collected and carry in the treasure of childhood
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 4:40 AM UTC
So cute my Daughter, so cute my Son,
Whole day you make a noise, whole day you both run:
You quarrel and play and shout and sing,
Rock till night from early morning.
You are crazy for carrom, you are lazy for ball!
Now sit to study, learn, cram and recall;
You are greater than us. more precious than us.
Your Guardians for you, are so anxious.
Will you fulfill our dreams, make new schemes?
Will the sun of your Dreams cast new beams?
And herald new trends, soothing high and low?
We are sure you will, so prepare, perspire and cheerful go...!!
May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 12:43 PM UTC
When we were children
Of age nine or ten
In a small town far away,
Life was simple then
No mobile phones we had seen,
Internet was never there.
Summers in the river fishing,
A childhood without care
We played gilli danda in the mud
plucked mangoes by the dozen
Monsoons meant wet football
Shivered gleefully in the winter season
Little boys in half pants
And girls in pigtails
Of visits to the circus
Making paperboats and catching snails
A simple happy world,
Of cozy Sunday lunch.
A game of carrom in the eve
Or music with which we danced
Life has changed a lot
For the better, thats what people say
All i know is that,
I do miss those golden days!
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 8:50 AM UTC
I love you, dear brother
And for you, will I always be there
Always, have we been close
Right from our school days
Playing a lot of street cricket
Having loads of entertainment
In the form of masala movies
Listening to AR Rahman classics
Debating on Harry Potter-related topics
Playing carrom and chess
The list used to be endless!
I love you, dear brother
So much fun, have we had together
As children, teenagers, adults
Indeed, have we had many a memorable moment
Playing cricket inside the house
And creating a fair amount of chaos
Racking up highly unrealistic totals in book cricket
Going up to the terrace in the evening
And in the process, watching bats
A fair amount of travelling
Especially when it came to trains
Playing the game "20 Questions"
In regards to both cricket and Harry Potter
Going on talking and talking till the wee hours
On a variety of topics
Seriously, were those days epic!!
I love you, dear brother
For me, have you always been there
Advising me from time to time
Always managing to stay calm
Whenever have I gone on ranting and ranting
Taking time out for me while working
Being a shoulder to cry on
Checking on me often
Bringing out the best in me
Not to mention, I'm sure you will agree
It was thanks to you
That I became such an ardent fan of Harris Jayaraj!!
I love you, dear brother
You are going to have an exciting future
So happy am I, for you
Now, is a treat due
Soon, will we meet
Wish you all the very best
And may God bless you
With a truckload of love, happiness, peace and prosperity!!
May 29, 2024
May 29, 2024 at 8:17 AM UTC
The bongo drums of his thought carrom across the cosmos,
revenanting across the dawn with nodules of coltan from beyond.
A clear channel for reading the universe:
"When you come to a fork in the road, take it."
"Thank you for making this day necessary."
"It's déjà vu all over again."
"You can observe a lot by watching."
“Ninety percent of the game is half mental.”
“Pair up in threes.”
The smell of a quantum of disconnect,
the taste of the magenta of non-sequitur,
the sight of logic colliding with chaos,
the touch of an insightful short-circuit,
the music of senseless syntax that says it all.
Coinciluckily, the saving grace: "I really didn't say everything I said."
"Always go to other people's funerals; otherwise they won't go to yours."
Who else would say, “You’ve got to be very careful if you don’t know where you are going, because you might not get there.”
Que sera, sera - "It ain't over till it's over."
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 2:39 PM UTC
I know how cells are made
I know how to write genetic code
I know how clones are made
I know about disease-causing defects in the code
I know how to swim
Not just how to swim
I also know how to sing
I even compose music
And I also pluck a guitar string
I play the guitar
I play the flute
I play carrom
I play chess
I write poetry
I write novels
But the best thing I do is survive
I survived against odds when death came calling
I survived when most doctors predicted me dying
I survived 108°F fever when the virus was attacking
I survived that accident and now all I have is living
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 4:20 AM UTC
I want to know where we come from
And when you tell me that
You can place me anywhere and I 'll carrom
Back to the start
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 5:49 AM UTC
Anything, just do something,
Watch a movie or two,
Or read a book written for you,
Listen to a podcast to learn,
Or make a painting for fun,
Dance to your favorite playlist,
Or learn a language to add to your list,
Exercise - be it cardio or weights,
Or go into the yogic meditation state,
Learn an instrument - be it with spoons and plates,
Or play a game like carrom and chess,
Reorganize your room and your wardrobe too,
Or cook some food for the people around you,
And of course you could write a book
Or some poems here on HP too,
Anything, just do something!
~ S.G
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 10:22 AM UTC