The write mag issue and My poem

tHEwRITEmAG-June 15, 2011

Daddy day and The Lonely Bites

Monday brings in freshness, if we simply ignore the blues!

Knowing that the person to whom the falling poem is dedicated will perhaps never even read it, I share and gift it to him.

Daddy Day and Lonely Bites

Missing those little

Nonsense games,

We played together.

Can't remember

The last time 

You actually hugged me.

Each time you say,

"You are a big girl now",

The little one,

inside,

is pushed away.

We believed in different things,

Aspired for different lives.

Yet, we never could say,

How terribly,

Both of us,

wanted to play,

those nonsense games,

Once again...

A little gift from Jingle poetry:

Book Review: A Night's Sail

Author: Apurv Agarwal
Format: Paperback
Language: English
Pages: 64
Price: Rs. 60.00

Publishers: Sanbun Publishers

You might have said to yourself, “I am reading the same story of a man looking and running after the priced one.” But the trick of a writer lays in the presentation. And it is the look and the feel of the book you take up in your hand that makes you buy it after a couple of minutes. When the pro writers armed and backed with masterminds raid the book market, selling of their not-so-cool ideas in great bulk within a couple of weeks, the budding venture-ers are left to grapple on sand.

Who grapples on the sand, not the brave heart at least? And surely not the poet who could dare to leave the world behind and set out on a journey, a voyage for that matter- in seek of the countenance and council of the beauty who left him tongue tied. The cover creates the prelude to the story remarkably written within.

“A Night’s Sail” is a journey of a love struck heart, of a man consoling himself about the past, seeking homage of the present and craving a reason to look up to future with a smile. Less than 50 poems speak in chronology, of the trip to nowhere outside, but a giant leap inwards. Thus, if you are thinking of flipping through pages in a whim, and reading through one or two- the “wow” that comes out from your mouth- is simply dull.

I have been looking for a poet who could weave a tale connecting poems together, who could bring in the conflicts in mind, the dilemma of the soul through perfect rhymes. Essentially, “A Night’s Sail” survives the test of a reader’s patience and array of doubts gloriously.

If we are speaking about romantics, and trying to think of shrewd Romeos lurking at street corners-then “A Night’s Sail” is not for them to pick up and quote a tryst line or two. The book is meant for true romantics, who find pleasure in the smallest of things. The book appeals to scholars as well- who are trying to experiment new forms. I would rather call “A night’s Sail” the new poetic novella, a rare find in the sea of self proclaimed poets’ creative bundle.

About the Author:-

Apurv Agarwal is a budding poet, writer and an engineer of the modern times. Presently, he is an undergraduate student of Bachelor of Engineering (Electrical and Electronics) in the prestigious Birla Institute of Technology, MESRA, Ranchi. Being twenty years old, this book published by Sanbun Publishers, New Delhi, is his first in the field of poetry.

Having seen his childhood in an environment very close to Nature, his poetry reveals his emotions on the present world, when seen with the eyes of Love. His poems reflect the very basic attitude of the present young generation towards their life.

Further Details:

Facebook Profile:- facebook-apurvagrwal

Fan Page:- facebook-A-Nights-Sail

Blog/Website:- apurvagarwal.co.cc

Online links to buy books:-

·rightbooks.in

·indiaplaza.com

My ratings: 4.5/5

Thursday Guest post- "...in love with me and life!

Each one of us have been touched pampered and burned by life, some of us are know to salute it, some are known to acknowledge it and a handful of others are heard of finding comfort in keeping it safe, under the folds.

As the wanderer travels through he city, with her satchel about her frame, sandals covering her much traversed feet, she brings up the special edition of Thursday Guest Post "...in love with me and life".

 Marked by lovable mirage! 

Justice Squad

They stood lined up,

Hooded, the pole growing tall

Behind them. The Sun blazed.

The squad, steadied

Their rifle,

Pointed,

Finding the target marks,

Pinned to the heaving chests,

For the ones,

Who, slaughtered,

Killed, ripped, roasted, and raped.

Thousand survivors watched the show.

Short and fast,

The roaring guns stood

True to their words.

Justice delivered,

Mourning damned.

As the country,

Struggled to

Forget

The dead of

Its 800,000 children.

This poem participates in -Thursday-poets-rally-46

tired out tireless

(This poem directly relates to the plight of this week's One shot Wednesday co-ordinator.)

Guarding the fallen Man,
Scribbling the errors,
Saving his deadly fall,

Stopping his mumbling
Complaints,
Studying his
Past,
Writing his present,
Imagining his future,

The angel,
Now,
Tired out
After Tireless
Dedication.

This poem participates at 

One Shot Wednesday – Week 50

Chained Humanity

You kept me chained,
That collar, and that rein,

You made me parade
Around your terrain,
Wiped my conscience,

Stripped my ego,
Rode my back,
When I yelled
And prayed.

A man, skinned,
Tagged and marked,
A slave
With a slit mouth.
Carrying
That gruesome grin.

This poem Participates in:

poetry-potluck-dictatorship-autocracy

3# 50 to 100 words: Love Cornered

This post is written on the occasion of the writer's birthday, and on the special request from Sourav C. Pandey

Sweating and puffing, your own heart beating,

" Wow cant wait she must be planning..."

 You know the meal, 

But you don’t know what’s waiting. 

Its ringing in your head,

Her special request... 

You stare at her now and then,

 Noticing her special gait, 

Her new look and all the other things, 

You wished you could make your own. 

You perhaps even dare to like her,

 But your paining heart, 

Keeps your emotions at bay. 

The dinner gets over,

 The clouds take their leave. 

You watch her leave too,

 Never knowing 

Even she had something to say.

To enjoy more heart felt musings,

Sourav's blog is the right place to click on.

Book Review: The Boss Is Not Your Friend" by Vijay Nair

The Month of June hopefully greets us with showers. Phew, country seemed to be simmering in the boilers!! Clouds do have mercy, ya!

Huffing and speaking in between gulps of glucose water, I say, readers and followers and the chanced upon visitors, stay tuned in to "A journey called..." ! The interest is in REVIEWING BOOKS I WILL BE READING. Book worms can drop in and get to know about books they simply should read through, every week, what are they about and where to grab a copy of their own. As for this week, in collaboration with Blogadda- the chit chat bloggers' haven, as I call it, I present to you the business humor- “THE BOSS IS NOT YOUR FRIEND” by VIJAY NAIR.

             “THE BOSS IS NOT YOUR FRIEND” by VIJAY NAIR

Publisher: Hachette India
Pp: 210
Cover Price Rs.295
Genre: Business/Humour

The Boss is NOT Your Friend- is not like your self-help books that preach and preach, without actually giving you the ways to go beyond or about all those preachy saints and put actions to the words. The book emulates exactly what the title suggests. The corporate ladder might have developed its own segregations, dividing the world in two broad segments- the boss and the managers. Though Vijar Nair, seldom touches upon hold the team below the managers should tackle the blows from the client as well as the huffing and puffing top order, he presently turns the mood of the book into a psycho-analytical test sheet, without showing direct intentions of preying into the readers’ mind.

Thus when the organizational coach and consultant takes off with “Corporations are evil,”- the reader might quietly nod and set his or her bruised heart attuned for the next couple of hours. They would end up calling the book a page turner nevertheless. The reason behind- Nair, keeps aside the mellow tone, he strikes his tirade in all possible directions to make the beaten down managers realize, that he is not a baba- hovering in air and distributing his accumulated gyan to his joined hands and closed eyed disciplines. He is here to provide the less trodden upon survival tricks. Smartly enough, the book carries the understandable tag line “a handbook for Indian managers to survive all things organizational”.

Nair adds on his own insights. He recalls his chance encounters with Russi Mody- the believed idol of Jamshedpur and the ideal example of making the earliest creations of traditional corporate assertions- but with a smile on his face. If boss is to be recognized as a power wielding machine, then the ones who wheel above them in cold chambers and solemn conferences are their prefect predecessors.

You don’t need to dive deep into the in between pages, skip the first few thought provoking paragraphs and then go all the way to the last few pages to get a feel of the book. This tongue in the cheek ideal teacher says it all through the cover design. Indeed the caricature with a mustache boss Fatso punching into a Larry like half dead black eyed being- mirrors many of those who would stop by and pick the book from the stands. If they are book shopping with their “friendly boss”- they might would shutter an excuse prior to departure and grab one in a dash. Nair’s thoughts, explanations will help the home team score, even if initially they might steal side glances, warp this bomb shell artifact in unattractive covers and read it in utter secrecy.

The Boss is NOT Your Friend is not just a creepy ghost, ready to teach you how to blow up your heads- not Raavan slaying tactics is enough either. It is role-playing guide- but too much of harshness don’t reality bring out the human part of life does it! If we are adorn the track suits and the collar at the same time- it will take just a few strokes of the Fate-pen to write the word doom across our forehead. As I was reading through, I felt, Nair did succeed to create a sad show for the Boss, by teaching the mechanism of banging and braving up individuals at the hierarchy. I would have gone too far in believing the writer might have got his own pinching, egging and harrowing experiences to pour out in the book, had he not added the last touché- “who are you kidding with”- as if to say-“buddy, BBQ might be greeting you now and then- but “the Buddha professes dignified strides down the hair line middle path, so do I”. It’s all the maya of the world and escaping the circle of life is not your cup of tea- thus wear the smile, tilt your head in submission each time you sense the shadow of the Boss, he will show you the way to salvation.

My ratings: 3/5

 

This review is a part of the Book Reviews Program at BlogAdda.com. Participate now to get free books!

zodiac-jeopadiced

poem participates in thursday poets rally poetry

you dont have to tell me,
I know the day
I was born,
just cant remember,
when and whre,
I cant remember
whether it rained,
or,
it snowed,
I cant remember
whether it
happened,
in the desert,
or it occurred
while my mother,
was trapped
inside a bunker,
packed in a refugee truck,
shot in the fighting squad,
while still in pain,
the pain of carrying me,
the pain of ogling eyes,
the pain of raspy lips,

I dont wish to remember any of it,

I cant tell you even the position
Of the stars,
who mocked my birth,
Inside that
suffocating grave,
where my mother bled
to her death. 

Caught In a storm

You huff about the sultry summer
Pouring out of your veins...

Slippers and bangles,
Anklets and tassels,
The matted hair,
speak of
summer flame...

He was about to
like the way
you chirp,
complain,

but for the sudden rumble,
silence hushed his speech.

the bangles rolled
As clouds grumbled,
the slippers flips,
As thunders tumbled,

Some hushed giggles,
shy and stumbled,
caught in a thunderstorm.

The poem participates in Poetry potluck Thunderstorm, floods and water fury!

Modern Love letters

Keeping the mood of the love cornered contest (check the contest page) here is a little intro to the blushing love hungry gals and the wanna be beaus :)

In my opinion writing a letter is an art. We all forget when we write that last letter.

The old system of letters in post is used by very few now.

I really hate that. Now a days if you receive one letter by post from a friend...

I hope it really means a lot.

Anyway here is one sample of Modern Love Letters in a New Style.

SAMPLE OF A MODERN LOVE LETTER...

Dearest Samantha,


I am very happy to inform you that I have fallen in love with you since Tuesday, the 20th of June 2009.


With reference to the meeting held between us on the 20th of June 2009 at 1500 hours, I would like to present myself as a prospective lover. Our love affair would be on probation for a period of no less than three months and depending on compatibility, would be made permanent. Of course, upon completion of probation, there will be continuous relationship training and relationship appraisal schemes leading up to promotion from lover to spouse. The expenses incurred for coffee and entertainment would initially be shared equally between us. Later, based on your performance, I might take up a larger share of the expenses. However I am broad-minded enough, to be taken care of, on your expense account. I request you to kindly respond within 30 days of receiving this letter, failing which, this offer would be canceled without further notice and I shall be considering someone else. I would be happy, if you could forward this letter to your sister, if you do not wish to take up this offer.


Thanking you in anticipation.


Yours sincerely, Max

MODERN REPLY TO MODERN LOVE LETTER...

  

Dear Max,


Please refer to your letter dated today. I am pleased to inform you that I hope to accept your proposal for romance. However, you should be informed that there are certain conditions of acceptance. Promotional prospects are to my satisfaction. However, please enlighten me as to your retirement benefits. Gratuity should be generous. I also need to be assured that there is sufficient security with regards to this commitment. If there is any chance at all of retrenchment or consequent disinterest on your part, then I should receive monetary compensation according to union standards.


Due to the nature of my position, I am sure you will agree that an expense account should be arranged for my access in light of the 'VIP'. I shall be entertaining. In addition, housing and transport allowances should be in order and nothing less than a Jaguar is in order.


Please also note that there should be no moonlighting restrictions placed on myself. If you are still interested in the relationship, please reply on an urgent basis as other prospective lovers have sent indications of interest.


Please also note that my sister is happily employed.


Yours perhaps, Samantha!

I hope you all are now efficiently trained in "How to write a letter"...

So be ready and make yourself to writing letters.

The above was shared by a friend of mine, courtesies to him.