Mr.Bean is BACK!

After a long time Mr.Bean is back to royally wipe us off our feet with laughter from his stupidity. Not blabbering too much.

Enjoy!

Paradise

I lie in my bed,
waiting as the final moments,
of my life plays,
out with the call,
the call I have been waiting for,
the call of death.

The raging mind has fallen,
the body ready for its destiny,
I am to be carried away,
by Hades far far away,
the end for many.

Lonely, I am in this state,
my eyes wander around here and there,
I see three people,
cloaked in white,
all readied to hale,
me out of my misery.
Full of shine and grace,
the sight of them turn me pale,
As they have come for me!!

I close my eyes,
activate my mind for the thoughts,
of the life I once lived,
with my parents,
my wife and children,
for all have left me,
but thoughts remain!
My thoughts are my pals,
Have been for many years,
Since the day I have been born,
till today as I leave.

I see a spring, a valley,
I see the sun in all its glory,
Looking at myself,
I see myself clothed in whites,
And skin radiant as ever!

I look around!
I see the three people again,
make myself toward them,
Full of cheer and love,
they welcome me to paradise!

I lost my grandfather a year ago. A event that had a profound impact on me for a long time. Moments before he died, he told us about 2-3 people by the bed side. The poem is a fictional characterization of his thoughts.
“Paradise is our native country, and we in this world be as exiles and strangers” Richard Greenham

A Tale of Two cities

It's been about 3 months since I came to Canada and more specifically to the province of Alberta. Well the notion that the place has surpassed even my wildest imaginations is true to many extents. Well it feels great to come to North America from the rumble and hustle of Asia to a new culture and newer surrounding. A funny place where during summer one sees daylight till 9pm in the evening and one has to set his clock back an hour during winters. A place where spoilt by natural beauty incessantly is factual in the era of global warming and diminishing nature. Particularly it is the tale of two cities that is Edmonton and Calgary and the influence it has me on me is what I would banter about this time. (P.S: Needed a break from poem writing and I would love to offer variety as always)

Edmonton

It looks like an old town on the verge of being abandoned but the reselient spirit of this city that has given North America a lot, is commendable. The cultural city of Canada, the home of the Oilers football team...many.

Calgary

The economic hub of Alberta...the centre of its oil riches. Nothing can stop this city or its growth. Simply awesome!

Well that's it for this time around.

Revenge....

I sit in my cellar each day,

Looking out at the bay,

with clenched fists,

mind full of twists,

of despair and anger,

at the man responsible for this misery.

Oh! revenge what a sweet feeling,

when accomplished with the doing,

with the reaction to the action,

that made me in this condition.

I wait each day,

looking at the bay,

for the day of my freedom.

Out! you go, for you are free,

screamed the jailor,

throwing at me my clothes,

and opened the doors,

of freedom so, much desired!

I go to the man who was,

responsible for my loss,

a mind full of vengeance,

and a heart of anger.

Today, I avenge my misery!

I reach his house fast as I can carry,

for time is too short for remorse.

I see a procession of people,

full of black,

with a walk so sad,

I ask one of them,

the reply made me jump!

for the man I wanted to avenge,

had met his revenge....

tenny poems#4

“Revenge... is like a rolling stone, which, when a man hath forced up a hill, will return upon him with a greater violence, and break those bones whose sinews gave it motion.”

Albert Schweitzer