Being helpless.

“What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and wildness? Let them be left,
Oh let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.”
― Gerard Manley Hopkins 

Being helpless is the most terrible experience in this world. So I lived for three days last week, when I watched one of my favourite trees in the world go down to the axes of ruthless humans.

Well, that beautiful old tree that stood oh-so-majestically in my neighbourhood property, is no more. Will miss all the grandeur and all the joy that I associated with the tree, will miss watching the thousands of animals and birds who had made that big, strong tree their home.

That grand old tree is gone. Forever.
Like many other grand old trees.
Bye bye trees, hellow climate change!
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Home isnt home anymore, without the comforting presence of that tree there! :(

Blues.

PS: I begin with a PS, which in this case stands for pre-script.
PS: When you cant write prose, you write poetry; but when you cant bring yourself to learn what you need to, you sit and write prose.
PS: PS is over. Over to AS aka actual script:


I have a blue suit. It has brown frills. It has flowers on it.
I wore it to a wedding today.
I think it looked dressy.
It made me feel surreal.
I felt glad to get out of it.
Blue suits with brown frills and flowers = not my idea of sartorial elegance.

PS: There is no post script. :)

Phenomenal Women

Phenomenal Women

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

By Maya Angelou

Ah! What a beauty! Such richness and elegance. Phenomenal. 

Have you ever noticed that the most beautiful things and the most beautiful feelings in the world are all disarmingly simple. 

To listen to Dr. Angelou herself reciting the poem, go to:

http://www.oprah.com/own-super-soul-sunday/Listen-Dr-Maya-Angelou-Recites-Her-Poem-Phenomenal-Woman-Video 

The Angel

I dreamt a dream!  What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart's delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.

Here's the reading: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yXU3SakigGQ

It's true of most of us. Before I armed my fears with ten thousand shields and spears, I was also the maiden Queen guarded by Angel mild.
Point noted.
Action to be taken noted.
Action shall be taken.

Looked back! And saw!

Really, non-serious blogging is healthy. I chanced upon my own old blog, created from a different account, recalled the old days of senseless blogging (not that my posts now make any sense either), but yes absolutely relished reading them posts :)

What more, I made this new blog account a co-author of the old account. Hahaha! The travails of a multi blog owner :D