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High Five!!

five pic

Tossing and turning, in slumber extreme,
I had this mysterious intriguing dream,
Eleven men in a discussion intense,
NUMBERS, laughing at FIVE’s expense!!..

“Hey guys “, said one, above the exchange,
“This fella here, ain’t he strange ?
Quirky and odd, so stubborn within,
Put him somewhere, and he never fits in!”

“Aha, the imperfect irrational chap,
Multiply with him and you are in a trap,
And dividing by him will give you vertigo,
Save you end with his best friend – ZERO!”

Betwixt this furore, Mr. ZERO wise,
Observing the passions and tempers rise..
Slowly declared – “This is bizarre,
Isn’t it he the one who should be our star??”

“The Olympics’ rings that looks so fine,
They are FIVE, not FOUR or SIX or NINE..
Water, earth, wood, metal and fire,
FIVE encompasses all elements that you desire..”

“Gentlemen here, you might be surprised,
“Five by five” is perfection symbolized…
And what other proof do you want to see,
He is also a perfect Fibonacci?!”

“The PENTAGON – symmetric in stars and flowers,
The PENTIUM – a fifth generation computing power,
Oh, I can keep going on like this – I say…
Even Governments are chosen for a FIVE year stay!!”

And thus, with ZERO’s masterful stroke,
I stirred, my uneasy slumber broke..
Images faded, but a memory was cast,
Of FIVE flashing a brilliant smile at last!!!

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I walk alone

walking alone

I am walking alone.. the streets stretch out in front of me, but I am not thinking where it goes…. I can feel the weight of my handbag on my shoulders , and the hard concrete streets beneath my feet.. I can hear the sounds of cars, auto rickshaws and motorbikes screaming past me.. there are sea of faces that I cross, every face with a different emotion written on it..Everyone is a hurry to go somewhere.. I can hear the sound of children playing on the streets, feel the scent of fresh grass as I walk on a grassy patch.. I sense the slow breeze..

Amidst all this, my mind is blank. I am not thinking anything, just trying to assimilate all that is going around me.. The sound of an aircraft makes me look above, and I see a dark bluish sky, slowly darkening with shades of grey.. I try to look beyond, and see how far my gaze will go, but on all sides, there are high-rise buildings, so that is the farthest I can see.. I see the houses lining the street, and it makes me wonder what would be the personalities of the people living in it…I see ladies strolling and taking a walk, deeply involved in animated discussions… I see people standing at the bus stops, waiting.. Still others walk on the streets, clutching their mobile phones and talking … And between all this, a silent observer, I walk alone..

I see the end of a day, and the beginning of another.. I see thousand people having lived one small chapter of their life today, and moving on to the next .. I see my day getting frozen in time, only to remain as a memory in my mind..
A thought flashes in my mind… So, this is how it feels to be alive.. This is how it is to sense the sights, sounds and smells of a thousand stories that happen around you.. This is LIFE!