Archive for September, 2005

RAGE – A POEM BY Deepak Menon

September 27, 2005

Simmering Rage, this gentle world fills
Blind Rage fanned by sympathy,
Sympathy which around us mills
Arousing Rage instead of empathy.

Rage that we cannot our conscience still
Rage against our hidden guilt,
Rage blurring and blinding our vision till
Sympathy is covered with a dark quilt,

Of apathy, on which we proudly walk
No longer seeing the ones in need,
Of indifference, on which we boast and talk
And to sympathy’s calls we pay no heed.

We hear not the supplications of the weak
We care not whether they starve or feed,
We slide past those who our sympathy seek
Or bury them like lifeless seed.

For without Rage our minds to seal
From the suffering which fills our world,
Knowing we are helpless its sores to heal
Into insanity, we would be hurled.

Deepak Menon

And they all around – silently lie – A Poem by Deepak Menon

September 25, 2005
And they all around – silently lie

There is a poem in the fall of a leaf,
There is a poem in the bark of a tree,
There is a poem in the flight of a bird,
There is a poem in the wind blowing free.
So open your mind and consign to the deep,
The opaque shroud which covers your eye,
And look around and wake from sleep,
The poems which all everywhere silently lie.
The poems embalmed in the potters clay,
The poems frozen in the grains of wood,
The poems hidden all along your way,
The poems lying crushed under your foot.
You need not to read a ponderous tome,
Like this book you hold in your hand,
To discover the poems which have their home,
On sky and sea and on land.
So replace on the shelf this book of sorts,
And break the shell within which you live,
And unutterable beauty will flood your thoughts,
When surrendering, nature its poetry will give!!,
Deepak Menon
Copyright ©1999 Deepak Menon

SONNET NO 7 By Deepak Menon

September 17, 2005
Many rungs has the ladder which I ascend
Lost in clouds is the peak where lies my goal
Will not some Angel its wings to me lend?
For I dare not tarry lest Earthward I roll
And that Heaven for whose glory I do aspire
That land of the Nectar of Immortality
May prove to be a fable of some great liar
A graveyard of souls lost in morality
Yet the call of the faraway bells, which chime
A melody that moves faint chords deep within
Fills me with an irresistible longing for a time
Lost in the past – yet somewhere still existing
And so in the searching – the meaning of life lies
Waiting to be found, before the light of day … flies!

SACRIFICE – BY Deepak Menon

September 7, 2005

2.1 SACRIFICE is not the foundation upon which
you can build the palace of your life.
It is merely an adhesive used by builders who use it
to cement together bricks called obligations.
Relationships built with obligation bricks often crumble.
They crumble because of the weight of obligations
which often are too much for one or the other to bear!

2.2. A lasting relationship is one devoid of sacrifice;
where no obligations are imposed nor accepted;
where any action is done without expectations;
where the spirit of joyous unconstrained freedom exists;
where perfect understanding of these things prevails!

2.3. Beware of sacrificing yourself for
the sake of continuing a relationship.
You may end up with the loss of the relationship
or at the very least, a soured and bitter one!


September 3, 2005

There’s always room for a couple of beers….

September 3, 2005
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, think about the mayonnaise jar.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.
So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.
He shook the jar lightly.
The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar was full.
They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.
Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.
The students responded with a more hesitant “yes.”

The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and
poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the
empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
“Now,” said the professor, as the laughter subsided,
“I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.”
The golf balls are the important things
– your family, your children, your health, your friends, and your passions,
things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your
life would still be full.”
“The pebbles are the other things that matter
like your job, your house, your car.
The sand is everything else – the small stuff.
“If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued, “there is no room
for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life.”
“If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff,
you will never have room for the things that are important to you.”
“Pay attention to the things that are critical to your Happiness.
Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18.
There will always be time to clean the house, and fix the disposal.
Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter.
Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented.
The professor smiled. “I’m glad you asked,” he said.
“It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem,
there’s always room for a couple of beers.”

September 1, 2005


This is a Hello from Deepak