A blind boy and Rubik’s toy

He held it sacred in his hand,
and fondled it with finger love.
Twisted it madly, almost wrenched,
the colourful plastic cube.

He held it close to his ear,
heard it click beneath his fingers,
smiled at himself while scrambling it again
“I like this” his announced.

“It’s a puzzle” I said, and asked:
“Shall I get you one in braille?”
He held it in front of his vacuous eyelid,
“I think it is more fun this way”

A blind boy with Rubik’s toy

He held it sacred in his hand,
and fondled it with finger love.
Twisted it madly, almost wrenched,
the colourful plastic cube.

He held it close to his ear,
heard it click beneath his fingers,
smiled at himself while scrambling it again
“I like this” his announced.

“It’s a puzzle” I said, and asked:
“Shall I get you one in braille?”
He held it in front of his vacuous eyelid,
“I think it is more fun this way”

Rubik’s true colors

I like how it feels light, yet solid in my hands.
I like its even, checkered surface,
I twist it, twist it, again and again,
to hear it click beneath my fingers.

I play at this madly sectioned cube,
and its corners and edges, collapse and depart,
in rapid incessant succession, just like,
its center seems to be lost, found, again.

They tell me it is a riot of colors,
waiting to be set straight.
They tell me it teases their brain-
Is it more fun that way?

Haiku #2

Her Hair

by Kaber Vasuki

Maybe the wind blows

To her hair’s tune, but I see,

Quite the opposite.

Haiku#1

Morning sun

by Kaber Vasuki

Is my new morning

A conquest of the day sun, or

A trail of the night?

Raman’s Fish

Hi,

The following is a poem called ‘Raman’s Fish’ which is metaphor on  how people are self centered in this world.

Raman’s Fish

by Kaber Vasuki

You are made of a thousand clouds,

And yet you are always one.

You stay in the backdrop and show us the sun,

There is only water all the time around me

Sometimes I am covered by slime sometimes by seaweed

You are the sky. You are the sky

I am just a fish in the sea.

You are the sky to me, because you make the water blue

You are the sky to me, because you make the water blue

Cheers

Kaber

The Every Artist Manifesto

Hi,

This is a rhyme I have been working on for quite some time (pun unintended)

The Every Artist Manifesto

by Kaber Vasuki

I will capture your imagination,
As I let free my own.
I will make you love or hate,
Someone, no one, will know.

Everything you see through my eyes,
In a new light, will be shown.
These are my objectives,
This is my Manifesto.

You can take refugee from your world in mine
When you are bored, I will help you pass time
And when you least expect it,
I will expand the reaches of your mind.

If reality is a statue carved,
In beautiful, shining stone.
My art is the shadow it casts,
And my mind, the light’s source.

Everything you see through my eyes,
You will be pleased to behold.
These are my objectives,
This is my Manifesto.

If I ever fail to live up, to what I just declared,
If I fail in your eyes, and your judgment is fair.
I will try again, because perfect art,
Is something to yearn for, but never to have.

Cheers
Kaber

Friendship (a guest post)

Hi,

If you’ve read Hues of the Heart, before, you would have noticed the style of poetry that Anu R.Krishnan writes. She decided to write another poem for my blog, here it is.

Friendship

by Anu R.Krishnan

I run down the path,out of breath

There you stand,with arms outstretched

Remaining,forever the same.

I’d caught a glimpse of you from far away

Nevertheless you make my feet run and my heart sway

Finally there I am,beside you

At once I flop down,giving you no cue

I lean back and rest my head against you

It is fall and the leaves are all around us

In shades of orange,brown and yellow

A breeze blows,soft on my face,mellow.

So darn mellow,it makes me poetic.

In a flash,I take pen and paper

To jot down something about my mid morning caper

I look up at you for inspiration

But then you are lost in your world,swaying with the wind.

I think of days I’ve lain on the grass at your feet

In sublime silence.If I’d listened

I would have heard my own heartbeat.

Some of my best works ever

Have been in your presence,here.

I’ve sat engrossed in my thoughts,in a time freeze

Grappled with ideas,fought with theories.

Through it all,you’ve been there.

So,This one is for you

My chestnut tree

You have grown with me.

A better friend,I never did see.

Nothing beats the rustle of your leaves.

You stand,proud and tall,the epitome of my beliefs.

Of a world of dreams and endless possibilities.

You have given me the power of imagination

Through you ,I see,the wonder of creation.

Nature,at her best.

This is my tribute to you.Kudos!
Cheers

Kaber

The four sons of the never-sleeping man

Hi,

This is another epic rhyme along the lines of “Rose tinted spectacles“. I think it is very simple to understand.

The four sons of the never-sleeping man

I am half asleep in the daytime,

I am half awake when I, sometimes, sleep.

I am half dead as I exist now,

I hope I won’t be alive when they bury me.

I think my blood mimics caffeine,

And my eyelids defy gravity.

Am I insomniac? No,

I have lier’s disease.

I may not be great now, but

Maybe tomorrow.

As I try to start my work,

A fascinating notion seems to grow.

A thousand new thoughts surround me,

As the old ones let go.

I forget myself now,

I am my new dream’s whore.

Most times I am angry,

Sometimes guilt does come.

My conscience can’t argue,

When a thousand excuses abound.

Why really care for moral thoughts,

When I can banish the guilty ones?

I life my life at another’s cost

Yes, I am the third son.

I am pregnant with an idea,

Which I hope to show you soon.

I don’t want to jinx it by letting it out,

Though I have hopes, yes, I do.

I shall nurture this idea,

In my mental womb.

I’ll fall asleep only when,

My toil has given fruit.

Cheers

Kaber

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My poems

Hi,

This is a little poem about my style of poem writing.

My poems

What I write are rhymes,
Like the ones you were taught at school.

Or like songs, yes those words you sing,
Though mine are set to an unknown tune.

But never mind, who’s reading,
Except me and maybe you.

Cheers

Kaber

P.S: You might want to read these other poems I wrote.

Hues of the heart – poem (a guest post)

Hi,

The following is a very interesting poem, by Anu R.Krishnan. Read on.

Hues of the Heart

by Anu R.Krishnan

The wind blew on my face;stung my eyes

No tears came out despite the pain

Speeding at seventy kmph,zipping through hairpin bends

Ain’t nothing like the thunders of pain ones’mind sends

He was at his racers’best,the smooth serpent of tar

Burning up beneath the tyres

Yet there I was,seated

Battling with emotions,defeated.

At last we reached the peak

I got off the bike,trying,pleading to myself,

To imbibe the ambience’s harmony

All this while,he hasn’t spoken a word.

One single word.

I bristle at his cool profile

Finally,I break out,lashing away in fury

Charging,accusing him of deeds;both done and imagined.

Every dart of mine is buffered by those eyes of his

Those puppy eyes I am so mad of.

There are few and measured answers

All of it seems so true and open to the skies

Alas! I’m chained to the past;my heart is closed to reason.

He stands there like the calm before a storm.

The fury has now flowed out of me,my rage abated.

He still stands,hands crossed,undaunted

Slowly he turns,facing the setting sun.

A slight chill creeps into me as I lean back against a boulder

There is no movement except for the slight shrug of his shoulder

I am rooted to the spot by remorse

Is everything merely a farce?

I brace myself for the backlash

I put my hand on his shoulder

Frightened,hesitating

All Is still.And at that very moment

I glimpse,the tear that rolls down his face

Ripping my heart.

I see,at that very instant,the love

I see the child within

I see pure,unbridled passion

I slip my hand in his

As the sun goes down,peace reigns.

Cheers

Kaber

P.S: If you liked this poem you might want to read these too.

Lord of the Rings – poem (a guest post)

Hi,

I came across this poem on Anisha Kamble’s orkut profile. She’s from Mumbai and wrote it about 4 years back. Its a very, for want of a better adjective, ‘cute’ poem, about the “Lord of the Rings” trilogy. Check it out, I was smiling when I finished reading the poem.

Lord of the Rings

by Anisha Kamble, Mumbai.

There lived a little hobbit,
Bilbo was his name,
He lived in a hole like a rabbit,
Adventure was his game.

To slay a dragon he went one day,
And found a precious ring,
He took the ring and went away,
And in happiness did sing.

Little did he know, this ring,
Was full of evil power,
He loved it more than anything,
He wore it in the shower!

At last one day a wizard came,
And knocked on his door rat-tat,
Gandalf the Grey was his name,
He wore a silvery hat.

He told his little hobbit friend,
That the ring was a great danger,
And that its life must soon end,
Or Middle Earth would waver.

Bilbo gave the ring, against his will,
To his youthful nephew Frodo,
Who went with Gandalf o’er the hills,
To the dark land of Mordor.

But they were not alone, these two,
They were joined by seven more,
Merry, Pippin and Sam too,
Had added to the score.

And elves and dwarves and men too,
Joined the five on their adventure,
Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli to name a few,
Went on the journey together.

And all this time there was a man,
Planning the death of our friends,
Saruman, Sauron’s right hand,
Wanted to see their end.

Saruman made creatures of evil,
And sent them all away,
He wanted all of them to kill,
He wanted them to slay.

Orcs and Nazgûl and the Witch – King,
Formed armies all together,
They set out to find the ring,
And kill all the others.

And so they met the Fellowship,
And whipped out their swords,
They fought against the Fellowship,
And in anger, they swore.

They fought bravely, the Fellowship,
But one in the end perished,
Boromir, from the land of men,
His memory will be cherished.

Frodo could take this no more,
He couldn’t keep running for his life dear,
He sat in a boat and took the oar,
And set out to face his fear.

But Samwise Gamgee would not let,
Mr. Frodo carry the burden,
He made a promise that he could not forget,
That his duties went beyond the garden.

And so they set out, these two,
To destroy the ring forever,
Soon a third had joined them too,
Gollum – old name Sméagol.

Sméagol was a hobbit,
The ring had made him bad,
The ring was his beloved,
Without it he was sad.

To get the ring, he joined the two,
He wanted to save his precious,
To kill them, he was planning too,
He was ready to be atrocious.

And on their way they met more men,
Goblins and elves as well,
With some they indeed made friends,
With some it wasn’t swell.

Soon they met up with the rest,
And Ents had joined them too,
They destroyed Saruman and now was left,
One more thing to do.

And then the Great War began,
The War for Middle Earth,
They battled on with the bad and,
In the end they won.

And all this time Frodo and Sam,
Were at the heart of Mt. Doom,
“I’m going to destroy the ring, I am”
Was Frodo’s final tune.

And destroy the ring he did indeed,
But he suffered a loss too,
As Gollum gave his life to greed,
Frodo lost a finger too.

Joy and peace had once more spread,
All over the land,
The ring was no more a thing to dread,
It would never be in anyone’s hand

Aragorn, son of Arathorn,
Had married a fair maiden,
Arwen Undómiel was her name,
Together they ruled the people.

Now Frodo and Bilbo had to go
To live in the land of the elves,
Rivendell it was named,
They bade goodbye to their friends.

And so ends this tale of an evil ring,
Of how it once ruled and how it was killed,
Goodbye dear friend,
Alas our adventure comes to an end.

Cheers

Kaber

P.S: If you enjoyed this poem, you might want to check out the other ones here.

Metaphors about Ideas

Hi,

This is a poem I wrote recently.

Metaphors about Ideas

Some Ideas have wings,
All of a sudden, they fly into your head.
Although if you wouldn’t respect them,
They’d fly away instead.

Some Ideas are from seeds sown,
By an incident, word or thought.
They spread roots to all you learn,
And lay invisible till they sprout.

Some Ideas are embryos,
Like a pregnant mother your bear.
Your experiences add to what they are,
Till they are grown enough to share.

Cheers

Kaber

P.S: If you like this poem, you must check out these too

First Love

Hi,

This is another poem of mine, which I don’t like now. I think I grew out of it, but another friend of mine asked me to put this up, so here:

First Love

Maybe it was meant to be this way,

Maybe we can change it if we try,

The future is to you and me,

Like I was-

Life is pregnant, it is the child.

Maybe history will remember,

Maybe that will be too late,

Maybe we will be for ever,

Locked inside the gate-

But remember.

My shoulders wait for you to lean on,

My ears are there to listen.

My eyes to behold the beauty you hold,

My heart for you will glisten-

With love.

Make a wish, tell it to me,

I‘ll grant you not one,

Even more than three.

Share with me, and go on-

About yourself.

If it were not for you,

Since birth and now,

Not for you and

All that love-

I wouldn’t be here.

Oh mother can you hear me?

Should I be louder.

Should I come closer

Should I bother-

You with my woes.

Oh mother can you hear me?

I cry with you,

I pray for you,

I care; I do-

Every moment now.

And I know a time will never come,

Where you and me alone shall be,

Like we were in those ten months,

Alone just you and me.

I cry for that and I say,

Where ever I go which ever place,

I’ll think of you all the while,

Even if I can’t,

I‘ll always be your child.

Cheers
Kaber

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What the Shadow Casts

Hi,

Here is another poem that I wrote at about the same time as “Rose tinted spectacles“. This is my first poem which I constructed around a definite theme, but my writing is a bit rough in this too. Check it out yourself.

What the Shadow Casts

The shadow hides, he is petrified
His Life depends on where he will run,

The shadow grows and becomes smaller still
All this time, he has escaped the sun.

He has no form, no love, no life,
All he has are his shadow friends,

And he loses him self,
When he is with them.

He is afraid of the light,
Which is the Sun’s clone.

The shadow reminds me of someone
And in vain I try to find him

The light is my friend and so the mirror is too,
They show me who…

Are we all not like the shadow
Aren’t we all afraid somehow

Afraid of those we hate,
And always seeking love

Our minds we think, are wide and free,
In fact they are allies of greed and jealousy.

We blame the world and all we see,
We even call the shadow a fool,

Maybe,Oh Maybe,
That is what our shadows call us too.

Cheers,
Kaber

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Rose tinted spectacles

Hi,

I wrote this poem about a year back, and I am not really proud of it , but my friend really loved it. In fact he says I have never written anything better . Judge for yourself.

Rose tinted Spectacles

In a soup, you try to swim and a whirlpool is pulling you in;

You are troubled to hilt, but you don’t cry, because till the end you will try.

A love, a song, your only child, all you have, leave it a while;

If it comes back, take it in, or it’s just the soup, and one more swim.

Nothing came, nothing will go, and even the Gita declares so;

What is not yours might just be; life is always a corner to another street.

What you want, you might not need, though success is the good product of greed,

You fear that you may not be right, but heros fight despite fright.

A long time, you do not have, for the flying years are rather scarce;

Tasks you do, if you don’t like, are to be buried and forgotten in the night.

If Atlas shrugged-like some proclaim, humans would have died-out, of shame;

Compassion is man’s strength, all the laws it does condense.

All along, I have tried to rhyme: it is fairly coarse, but I never lied.

Look at the world, look all you like, Rose tinted spectacles, covering your eyes.

Cheers,
Kaber

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