Mansion From The Ashes

Posted: Wednesday, October 24, 2012 by Kratik in Labels: , , ,
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Dedicated to the man whom I miss the most…


A defense once seemed too impervious to permeate,
Twist of fate, and a storm shook them, ruffling their feathers.
A boy stood tall, from the ridge he looked on,
Searching for mirth from the ashes, he belched latent ciphers.

Losing wasn’t a part of his vocabulary,
With an attitude too pugnacious, his vow was silent.
Knowing that his challenge was nothing but the Battle Royale,
He refused to bow down to this world so tyrant.

He cycled miles, created critics but refused to comport,
Selling ornaments to support his family, the world heard as he knelled.
From Manchester to Munich, he travelled to learn a recondite theory,
Leaving his trace the German way, he redefined how paper was spelled.

Winning the respect of his friends, foes and his caricaturists,
He marched on, reconstructing the wall ever so strong.
Guzzling down the success potion,
He gushed to glory in the period of Vietcong.

Years on, standing tall on the same ridge as he looked on,
He smiled thinking how he sustained the worldly bashes.
From a feeble boy to a valorous man, he had transformed,
Never bottling, he had made a mansion from the ashes.

…dedicated to the man whom I miss the most. The greatest individual that I ever knew. He underlined strength. He was a fighter, really, who lived his life the way he wanted and achieved everything that was there to achieve…my Grandfather! And writing this, I am a proud grandson.

Love,
Kratik

Fill In The Blanks

Posted: Saturday, October 6, 2012 by Kratik in Labels: ,
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I had this weird dream about a girl who worked at Starbucks. This is not the dream…a little exaggeration added, but I wanted to write something on the same lines.







She worked at Starbucks down on Tennessee,
Often served me Mocha, the Peruvian princess.
She fawned me the second time we met,
Hypnotized by her limpid smile, I would often digress.

She considered me a jokester first and a then friend,
Even her staid time gave up on our toothsome talks.
She laughed on as we could hear the titter tightening,
Natty we were, raphsodical those times at King uncle’s docks.

An arduous effort, a carping remark,
A firm vow, a crotchety act.
An uncordial rife of tremors, deserted and dilapidated,
A shrieking refute, little too edgy, much too daft.

We stood tall but we ran thin.
We smiled wide but we hugged ostensibly.
We swam soppy but we played sordid.
We sang rhyming but we danced mildly.

I thought we had hit the dead end,
Even the furbelow whispered that it couldn’t trim more.
Caviler in empty caves, baiter equipped with a regular banter,
Shirking out with her debonair presence, out came the vigorous roar.

What happened next can be ‘filled            in           the            blanks’, but just like former United assistant manager, Jimmy Murphy after the Munich-air-crash – when Manchester United Football Club was on the brink of being shut down – said, “How we are in the future will be founded on how we behave today.” Murphy picked United up from rags and made us stand up as a club that is now the biggest and the most valued sports franchise in the world. As for this story…it all can be filled in the blanks J

Love J
Kratik


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