Sikkim Blues

O! Sweet Child of the North East wind !
Stretch me out your hand .
tumbling down in your land I wander
under the winds, rustling beneath the pale moon I surrender
I shiver all through the night
None could raise to me as you might
With the rising sun come lay beside me
And sing to me all the songs
that you probably never got a chance to sing
Let me fly on your snow white wing.
I have spoken to your 'innocence'
Have heard you laugh in the flowing water
Have forever Seen roving yaks running down your throat
Like a million suns many images float
Aghast!Why you shed drops of tear!
This crowd so shallow will torture you to detest,
Give them no ear, don't show your fear,
Sweet Child of the North East Wind!
Let some snow flakes drizzle caressing me into paper cups
Will keep as your moments of touch on me I swear
Blushed like a bride far from thee...
Let your shadow flutter over me wherever I be


( These verses are my personal take on the 'Romance of Sikkim'.Inspiration being the beauty of the 'place and people' alike,the personification is an orientation.Hope you like it.)

Your 'Prayer'

A night entangled in the moments of life,
twisted-scattered heartbeats,peace! no sign.
This slow silence walking down miles,
Breaking all barriers, climbing all stiles.
No matter how much I try, heart never lets aside.
And, your 'prayer' doesn't let me stay alive.

In this heart every moment it vibrates,
Like a thunderstorm it pulsates.
Holding me in awe these clouds as they rain,
But, drops they fall washing down my pain.
Splits into pieces, but never breaks this heart of mine.
Beyond tolerance - my soul cries, but do I whine?
If this falls cold will I sleep,
Holding breath tight promises will I keep.

As the sun of expectations set they say;
'Why ask for a path that was never your way?"
Sobbing desires whisper to me,'Do yourself this favour!'
Let alone the fire, rest your eyes, make them moist never.
Ever should I melt in this blaze,
Can never look up into your eyes straight.
No matter how much I try, heart never lets aside.
And, your 'prayer' doesn't let me stay alive.

So, When Do We Stop?

Shiv was a good student .He was the stereotyped good boy that every parent wants his child to be.He had always scored big in all tests; he was a genuine ‘topper’. And, to mention that his triumphs equally exhilarated his parents as teachers would be just another compliment to add. Shiv had a friend, his childhood buddy, his classmate: Rajesh. Rajesh, was a smart boy who had this viable habit of never letting anyone ahead of him in academics, no matter what. He wasn’t as intelligent as Shiv .But he sure was ‘shrewd’. His dichotomous judgment of things held him different.
They had always been the best of friends. They shared a great relation which embarked this valuable friendship. But down somewhere in their minds, instilled by their parental pressure was a perpetual insecurity. The insecurity of losing. Not losing their friendship, but the pride of being superior. Superior to others, superior to each other. They were appearing for a prestigious entrance exam. Shiv was expected to hold the strong conviction of his parents ;that he would excel in the exam. Rajesh was not to be left behind as he too had started his part of strategies and preparation. So, they were not just friends now.They were something more. They had become competitors, they had grown contemptuous. Their penchant for success had injured their friendship as it fell apart and they were no more on talking terms. Then, one fine day, Shiv fell ill. He couldn’t take the test with sufficient preparation and as a consequence ended up with a cringeworthy performance. He couldn’t get through. Neither could Rajesh. But Rajesh was ecstatic .He was happy that Shiv couldn’t clear the exam, his eyes gleaming with gloat. Shiv was sad to have not achieved, but he was satisfied that Rajesh too couldn’t.


Owing to their glee they had forgotten that both of them still stood at the same place as they earlier did. They both had failed in their tests. They weren’t successful as yet. The only thing that had changed was their friendship. The eyes that once filled with happiness seeing each other were now filled with rancour and bitterness. In their demeaning quest for success they had lost something. It was their friendship which had suffered. It was the butt of their bully.

A little introspection would reveal that somewhere within us peeps a’ Shiv ‘or ‘Rajesh’. We on a persistent basis are riding this train with a huge baggage of success on our shoulders. And, obsessed with this we tend to ignore the sarcastically petite thing called ‘friendship’. Don’t we? Don't we look for a competitor in a friend? And whom exactly are we trying to bluff? Is it our friend that we are bluffing? Is it ‘god’ ? Or is it ‘we’ …ourselves?The answers to these are a matter of perception .But a moot question comes dragging in :So, When do we stop?

A Flame Put Out

Lying in the vicissitudes of fortune
Flowing in your tune
so many lives...many flowers blooming fine
One of these your bud, as like mine
But mercy lord, give no soul this destiny
why O lord! a smiling blossom leaves your world early
why a flame put out this way, a flame of light, almighty!

From the breaking light, from the dewdrops mild
bliss we get. Are my wishes so wild?
Give no borders, give no hate.
lord! Why their aspirations met dark fate!
why O lord! a smiling blossom leaves your world early
why a flame put out this way, a flame of light, almighty!

The Third World ….Institute of Technology.

How often do you find a college so variant of a college, an engineering college rather?

Well, some might say ‘rarely’. But, the fact is ‘more often than not’. Yes, as a matter of fact.

Welcome to ‘Jalpaiguri Government Engineering College’. The JGEC. The JGEC with its share of

shabby buildings, unruly crowd(read students),horrible canteen food, terrible hostels, insanitary

washrooms, mooing cows, oh! the beautiful pastures , bawdy loners, skimmed internet fanatics ,

scourge faculty and geeky losers . Over a decade, this facade. We stand now here at JGEC!

But suddenly there is a breath of fresh air. If recent acclaims are to be believed we are resurgent,

somewhat recurrent.We are a progressive culture. And, this institute of ours is no exception. The World Bank

much impressed by the proceedings is up with huge funds. Big bucks indeed! All they want is to

improve the technical education scenario. And, oblivious of the logistics and developments at the root level the funds are flowing in. They, the authorities claim to have started various infrastructure improvement and college development projects. Going by their verbatim, ‘ College would be a deemed university by-2012’. But is it? Are they serious? Do we see even an iota of their highlighted endeavour?

Well, the answers to these are obvious. A big fat ‘No’.

Now, coming to why is the administration falling short of keeping its promises. There isn’t a static

state so far the activities are concerned. But the approach isn’t a holistic one.

All we see is a lethargic facelift for the sake of development. The roads are being broadened , walls

whitewashed and fields fenced ( remember those are the pastures for the mooing cows, so may

be they need some kind of protection! ). The honourable decision making body takes pleasure in

doing that. And they smirk oozing with complacency .But, is this really a necessary step? Don’t we

need to prioritize mending the lacklusture image of our college? Or, simply sort out the dearth of

faculty and logistics at par national standards if not international. So why not work keeping pace

with times. Something that the administration just doesn’t seem to understand.

It is always easier said than done. But we need to take vital steps to ensure that we aren’t left

behind as ‘The third world IIT’. We will then see the JGEC, the JGEC with its share of shabby

buildings, unruly crowd(read students),horrible canteen food, terrible hostels, insanitary

washrooms, mooing cows, beautiful pastures and swampy puddles , bawdy loners, skimmed

internet fanatics ,scourge faculty and geeky losers but also with mighty standards.

Standards that would speak volumes .So, don’t let the authorities shrug, just wipe off the smugness!

Who am I...?

Who am I ...? What can I say.
No clue no way!
U make me happy... if you say....

I'm the one, who fights to exist.
I'm the one who desires to win.
I'm the who's sworn to himself.
I'm the one who keeps his promises.

Now I can see, my dreams chasing me.
I'm not contained.
Wherever I be, people follow me.
A mild cacophony in the air....
Now they know I'm here.

I feel the above the world..
I know there's nothing to lose but fear.
I continue flying.....
My wings are still burning
I grab hold of the spark
Take it to the land of dark.

Again I'm lost....
Its hazy....Where Am I...!!!
Who Am I...?

I'm the one with heavy tears on a fragile eyelash....
I’m closing my eyes
I'm the one who doesn’t want to see
That this world is slowly killing me.
I'm nobody with broken dreams...

Useless is the flower that will never bloom
I have my desire...I caress my doom.

Why did this happen when world...
was near to heaven...
If U know.....Can U show....

Who I am?.........

" Life,Love,Dream .....then the curse"

I'm on my way, I don't know what you say.
You never said what I felt.But what I felt was life to me.
My dreams I saw in you, have been all in vain.
Are we cursed !
No longer does this place belong to us...!!
Far away I was walking...everything unheard ...
A cold silence all along.
Dreams I was shaping...every breath brought a new joy ....
a joy I could cherish.

I was in pain.... sorrows taking over my dreams.
I reconciled myself, I made promises.
Silent eyes...... became speechless ....
no more I am the one you knew.I'm drenched in my own sorrow..
Convulsively I wept...I had nothing but to lament...
I tore apart my soul.
I cant reveal anymore....I fear I cant .


I bade the inevitable.....
but suddenly u crept in again.
I saw u same there as I had left.
I went back from where I had screeched my soul,
bygone smoke tingling my eyes...
Then, ..... I saw u happy...happy as ever...
A lonely breeze caressing me....
your condition never like mine.
No!! I cant let u see my pain..

We were two worlds apart, I always thought....
but,why is my love sprouting up again....!!
We can never get the best of both worlds..
....my faith is shaking.
I had left behind all these....why does this come again...
like its an uphill battle.
Memories have left me winded again
....but the past still hurts me.
And now i know....love happens only once.. the rest is just life...

MJ....Wins Immortal Battle....

Michael Jackson had stereotyped his own terms and truly is the "King of Pop"....


Ow! – Many of Jackson's most celebrated songs are peppered with his famous high-pitched screech. What sort of a hysteria does that spell onto his fans. Ah! Man its awesome. Glove – The single white glove, often covered in sequins, became a signature part of Jackson's stage costumes. How weird would that have been on someone else..But MJ does keep that intact. Dress sense – Jackson adopted a very distinct style which he followed through much of his life. He was frequently seen dressed in black loafers, white socks, black slim-fit trousers and white v-neck T-shirt with a monogrammed military-style jacket, often with epaulets. He was a dude.... Moonwalking – The moonwalk has become synonymous with MJ and is widely acknowledged as the best-known dance-move in the world Now its our Hritik doing that but he was the one to make that happen way back in 1980's .
He came....to fame...conquered the game ....and then .... what happened was ..."Dangerous"


I took my baby
On a saturday bang
Boy is that girl with you
Yes were one and the same

Now I believe in miracles
And a miracle
Has happened tonight

But, if
Youre thinkin
About my baby
It dont matter if youre
Black or white

They print my message
In the saturday sun
I had to tell them
I aint second to none

And I told about equality
An its true
Either youre wrong
Or youre right

But, if
Youre thinkin
About my baby
It dont matter if youre
Black or white

I am tired of this devil
I am tired of this stuff
I am tired of this business
Sew when the
Going gets rough
I aint scared of
Your brother
I aint scared of no sheets
I aint scare of nobody
Girl when the
Goin gets mean


Protection
For gangs, clubs
And nations
Causing grief in
Human relations
Its a turf war
On a global scale
Id rather hear both sides
Of the tale
See, its not about races
Just places
Faces
Where your blood
Comes from
Is where your space is
Ive seen the bright
Get duller
Im not going to spend
My life being a color

Dont tell me you agree with me
When I saw you kicking dirt in my eye

But, if
Youre thinkin about my baby
It dont matter if youre black or white

I said if
Youre thinkin of
Being my baby
It dont matter if youre black or white

I said if
Youre thinkin of
Being my brother
It dont matter if youre
Black or white

Ooh, ooh
Yea, yea, yea now
Ooh, ooh
Yea, yea, yea now

Its black, its white
Its tough for you
To get by
Its black , its white, whoo

Its black, its white
Its tough for you
To get by
Its black , its white, whoo

All I want to say is ........... M.J all your life you have been hounded by so called media which made millions of dollars on your name,isn't it funny ..now the same media is shedding tears , is it because you are no more for them to mint money. M.J no matter what, you are one of the Greatest Entertainer of all time and you have special place in our hearts. You win the immortal battle....

Bring Back our...MIB ......

It’s funny how worms tend to crawl out of the can in times of defeat. But what’s not so funny is that often they come out with a purpose. Following India’s(Our very own Men in Blue) defeat in the 2009 World Twenty20 tournament, worms are crawling out again. It started with Sehwag whom the team lost due to injury just ahead of a major tournament. Now injuries have forced Sachin Tendulkar, Zaheer Khan and Suresh Raina to sit out the forthcoming ODI series in West Indies. Indeed injuries are part of international sporting careers but the frequency with which Indian players are picking up injuries is alarming. A staggering 65 days of international cricket starting last October, 34 days of the Indian Premier League, travel across countries from New Zealand to South Africa to England? Is that enough to categorize Indian cricketers a tired lot?

Well lets just peep into some heartbreaking nicknames for our yesrday superstars
Sehwag (unavailable), Rohit Sharma (inconsistent), Jadeja (culprit), Gambhir (suitable 4 tests), Raina (unproductive), ishant (surrounded wid hype), Zaheer (super flop), Dhoni (incapable)................Yuvraj (helpless) and Yusuf (lonely) THE whole nation ( DISAPPOINTED )

The coach believes so but not the captain.Sad...!!

Gary Kirsten has blamed the Indian Premier League for player niggles and exhaustion. The Indian cricketing board, for its part has said the players always had the opportunity to rest if they needed to.The team under Dhoni’s captaincy is undergoing its first major crisis. The captain was candid when he said that his boys failed as a team. He also admitted that a few players were carrying injuries and that reflected in the team’s indifferent performance. He's very much authentic with such a statement. But that's by no means a candid blame-game.

The fatigue factor was bound to catch up with the boys and it did. Or else how does one explain the abject failure of such a talented Indian team in the World Twenty20. This can't be just hard luck.

Now,Coming to the Format of this game. T20 is not something alien to our team.They were supposed to be masters of the trade. The game though small,hitting is big.No doubt. And we have the talent to do that.But, are we somewhere forgetting that they are "MEN IN BLUE"....Not "MACHINES IN BLUE". Whats sad is that ....the chock-a-block schedule was bound to have its repercussion, so why blame the coach and team and gag them?

India’s catastrophic performance begs for introspection. Perhaps, the need of the hour is to ask the coach, physio and trainer to prepare a comprehensive report and address the problems earnestly. Perhaps, the calendar needs a serious consideration. Perhaps, it’s time to draw the line. The ball is in the BCCI’s court. It’s time for the BCCI to play and the boys to take a break.

And if even thats uncool, why not try bringing the winning colours back in the team Jersey.....But for the time being everyone will have to put the disappointment aside and move on.

Searching....My Life..Me..!

I sometimes find I'm drifting
Through this life without effect;
I often wonder if I'm truly
Worth what I've been blessed.

I search through days that have been hard,
To try to understand,
The many trials that I have known,
The life that I have had.

You see me in my daily grind,
So confident and strong;
Yet when I am alone, I question
Just where I belong.

I often try too hard I find,
To analyze and guess,
To scrutinize, investigate
My life I will confess.

For somewhere deeper, there must be
Some meaning to this life,
Some way to make a difference,
Give a reason for this strife.

Is there some hidden meaning?
Some agenda to be found?
A greater purpose waiting
If I care to hang around?

It teases and it taunts me,
Always slightly out of sight;
A hazy vision out of reach,
Where darkness hides the light.

I struggle to bring clarity
To what awaits me there,
And yet this weak illusion
Always fades before my stare.

It seems the harder that I try,
To focus through the haze,
Just serves to add more questions,
Through my endless, tired gaze.

Perhaps I'm trying just too hard,
To understand it all,
For can we ever truly know
Just what we have in store?

Each incident, each moment passed,
Just adds upon the next,
But in the end, will I find truth ...
Or will I be perplexed?

Perhaps I make it harder
Than it has to be sometimes,
But will my searching bring to me
My meaning over time?

Or will it leave me broken,
And confused as I feel now,
While questions bring no solitude,
To this, my wrinkled brow.

This One's for you....

There is a miracle called Friendship
that dwells within the heart
and you don't know how it happens
or when it even starts.

But the happiness it brings you
always gives a special lift
and you realize that Friendship
is God's most precious gift.

Thrilled To My..Bones

What a stormy night it was? The rain poured down heavily and the wind so strong that it had uprooted the trees that obstructed its path. Nature was in full fury that day,as if outraged on me. I was driving back from the theatre on the highway when I heard a loud thunderstorm.The thunderstorm had pulled me out of my slumber. Suddenly,there was a silence. A blink's time and a scream tore apart the silence.A scream that would make chill run down the spine of any being! I was no different, I too got scared. So much so that I stopped the car and walked towards the direction, I thought was the origin of the sound (I don’t know what I was thinking at that time. But at time like this when I should be running away from the source, a deep sense of adventure made me go towards it).

Deep within, the mind struggled hard against the heart but the heart was on rage. I continued my walk further. Nearby the location I presumed the source to be(a buffoon as they say does let his heart take over the mind in eventuality), the sight I saw would let down the spirits of a normal being but I wasn’t normal that day. I saw a witch hovering in the sky over her broomstick. Her periodic screams were quite pestering. As I saw the witch hovering, I decided to conceal myself among the nearby bushes and keep a track of the events thereafter.

I believe my luck wasn’t quite in my favour. As soon as I jumped among the bushes, my head struck to something hard. It wasn’t a bark, neither a stone nor anything natural that would be normally seen in forest but it was a holographic projector and a audio player. I thought over the existence of such devices among the bushes on such a night. What was more shocking was that they were in working condition! I turned off the audio player and to my surprise, the witch went mute the same instant. I moved the projector and the witch too moved along. That gave me a clue of what was happening. It took me a second to guess that it was some deception laid down to haunt the people away. “But why? What was the need of it?” such questions puzzled me out.

Then I switched off the camera thereby switching off the image which was too ugly to be seen. As soon as I turned off the image, I was distracted by a sudden rattling of leaves. I saw a figure heading towards me. The speed at which he was approaching made me realize that I should better act in haste. Luckily I found a tree nearby (what else would I find in the nature’s heart) so I hid behind the tree maintaining the stealth and simultaneously maintaining watch over the series of events.

When he reached the spot where I had spotted the projector, I noticed something held firmly in his hand. It shone under the moon light. Oh my God! It was a sharp-edged knife. He began searching for me but I was bit more clever than him. Unable to find me, he returned back with the projector and the audio player after his search was in vain (Maybe he thought it was some electrical fault due to the rain!).

I decided to follow him so see what he was up to! I followed him to a place which was concealed carefully. The door to the place was automated and had to be opened by a special switch. I knew there was something fishy was going on so I decided to inform the cops. I remembered I had forgotten my mobile in the car. I rushed back to my car but to my sheer misfortune, I saw that my mobile was out of range.

So I was left with no option but to drive all the way to nearest police station and notify them. As soon as I started the car, a tree fell on the front of the car which damaged the engine completely. “Why is this all happening at this moment?” I was really confused and I regretted my misfortune. All the things were happening against my wish. With car in out-of-order condition and the mobile still out of network, all I could do was to go by foot.

Luckily I had a torch along me to help me through the journey on such a creepy night. I picked up the torch and made a run for the police station. The rain poured heavily down the sky, making it hard for me to run through the wet mud. The more I walked, the faster the rain appear to fall. The mud became really slippery that I had to walk instead of running. I fell twice or thrice but still I managed to walk. Just as I had walked half a mile, I was struck on the head with something hard. I went unconscious and what happened for the next few minutes has been a mystery since.

But the moment I opened my eyes, I saw myself in so bright a room that I found it hard to keep my eyes remain open. I preferred to keep my eyes closed to avoid the pestering light. But as I felt someone touching me, I was curious to know who it was but the light still pestered me. I felt two thick fingers near my arm which were trying to feel my pulse or something like that. I thought may be I was in some hospital after being rescued by someone. But the real shock came to me when I was gripped by one of the hands, I realized that the whole hand had only three fingers! I opened my eyes despite the bright light and I saw some horrible figures around me. I became certain that I had been abducted by some alien life-form for their experiments. The place that I was so curious about was nothing but some UFO. After I began to struggle to get myself free from their clutches, I realized that I had been clung to the table. Then one of them approached me and injected some fluid into my veins. After that I went unconscious.

Next day, I woke up in the local hospital. I enquired what happened and how I reached there. They explained to me that I had been lying unconscious in the forest for whole night. Some passer-by noticed me and he called for medical attention seeing my state. Then I was operated upon by them to cure some minor injuries. As soon as I got dispatched from the hospital, I went to the Police Station and narrated the whole story to them. Nobody believed my story (Who would believe it? Things as these are not believed unless they themselves experience it). I convinced two of the officer to go along me to the place I mentioned.

I showed them the place where the UFO had landed but as expected, it was gone. But what was more embarrassing was that there was no sign of its arrival or departure. Suddenly I realized that I could show my car as some proof of my story but to my surprise, it was a good repair( almost as good as new). My story had become the morning laugh for the young officer. They thought me to be some maniac who was either drunk or was lying. I had belief enough that what I saw was true but how could I prove it. “Was it real or just some dream?” This question has confused me since that day.

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The Train of Poetry

Sometimes a word comes alone

And sits in the minds' platform in silence

Time to time a few letters comes to it forming a group or a kind of tie

Having some meaning or without- meaning

They all wait sitting in the platform of the broken mind

For coming of the train of poetry.

Life After Death...........

Death! The Grim Reaper. The Big Dipper. The Black Dog. Call it what you will, there is something pretty final about death. It takes your breath away, quite literally. It maybe, almost probably definitely, will happen to all of us, soon, one day. What then should we expect? Blackness? Doom? Nothingness? Extreme Boredom? Or, maybe, on the bright side there will be something more. When I mean more, I don’t mean to be frivolous. I’m not interested, for instance, in what will the neighbors be like, or, whether or not we can expect a free bus pass for all. No. The things that interest me are immortality, eternity, change, transform and growth. Will it happen? Where will it end?

FEAR?

Yes, certainly. I have fear. I believe Woody Allen got it just about right when he said, "It’s not that I’m afraid to die, I just don’t want to be there when it happens." This is, if I am honest, how I feel. I also embrace W.C. Fields’ comment on his tombstone, "On the whole, I’d rather be in Philadelphia." I’ve never been to Philadelphia, but it sounds an awful lot more friendly to me than, Death! At least you can get a return ticket if you go to Philadelphia.

Yes, I think if we are all really honest, we all get a little scared of, Death! But there is another type of fear which we don’t think of. An improbable fear, maybe, but it can’t be ruled out. The type of fear I refer to is, the fear of God. Not our fear of God, but God’s fear of us. Maybe God is scared to see us too. As Winston Churchill once said, "I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter."

ON THE PLUS SIDE

Death is a dead certainty. If you have been born, at all, in any way, no matter how small or how little you did it, you’ve let yourself in for, Death! Maybe there is a glimmer of hope in the old grim reaper, yet. Maybe death is not all bad. "On the plus side," wrote Woody Allen, "death is one of the few things that can be done as easily as lying down." This is absolutely true, death is relatively easy to do. You don’t even need to practice.

Another benefit: Johnny Carson got it right when he said, "For three days after death, hair and fingernails continue to grow but phone calls taper off." This, too, is absolutely true. When you die you are your own person. Your time is your own. "Death is nature’s way of telling you to slow down," as the old saying goes. In eternity you can find time to relax. In eternity, who cares if your watch stops?

IS THERE AN AFTERLIFE?

Is there an afterlife, and, if so, can we buy shares in real estate over there? That’s a bit too cynical for me. I do think though, like the Egyptian Kings used to, it is good to be a little bit prepared. By that I don’t mean we should take with us a can opener and a night-light. Rather, we should, mentally, prepare ourselves. A razor and a screwdriver won’t really be realistic. There is no way you could get them through eternal customs. But, hope and positive expectation, maybe we could take these along with us.

And if there is an afterlife, what of reincarnation? There is so much confusion about reincarnation. Do we return as an inanimate object, such as a pillow or a toothbrush? Maybe we came back as an insect or a horse? Perhaps if we are a member of Greenpeace, we could come back as a protected species? There is confusion. I remember once asking a monk if he liked reincarnation. He replied, "it goes well with strawberries."

A DEAD END?

Life: so many questions, so little time. Death!: so many questions, so much time. To ask questions of death may lead to a dead end, but it is, nonetheless, a noble pursuit. To not ask questions would imply that we are ashamed to learn.

The best preparation for tomorrow is today. Perhaps, then, the best preparation for death is life. To die without ever having really lived, that really is a deathly thought. Maybe we should follow the words of Mark Twain, who said, "Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry." Life is death’s solution. To live each day as a single life in its own right is perhaps the best way to live, and the best way to die.

If we change the way we perceive ourselves, then, maybe also we will change the way we perceive death. It was Kant, the German philosopher who said, "We see things not as they are, but as we are." If we change, death changes too. And, maybe, when all is said and done, all that death really is, is transformation and change.

Two Boxes

I have in my hands two boxes
Which God gave me to hold
He said,"Put all your sorrows in the black,
And all your joys in the gold."
I heeded his words, and in the two boxes
Both my joys and sorrows I store
But though the gold became heavier each day
The black was as light as before
With curiosity, I opened the black
I wanted to find out why
And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole
Which my sorrows had fallen out by
I showed the hole to God, and mused aloud,
"I wonder where my sorrows could be."
He smiled a gentle smile at me.
"My child, they're all here with me."
I asked,"God, why give me the boxes,
"Why the gold, and the black with the hole?"
"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
the black is for you to let go."