Archive for May, 2006

A Distant Shore – A poem by Deepak Menon

May 27, 2006

A Distant Shore
Strange, through this crowd of anguished souls

My chariot with some hidden purpose rolls
Carrying me helplessly to some distant shore
But will I reach it before my bell tolls?
And having reached that dim distant shore
Will I find that I have been there before?
And will I hear that same song in the breeze
That was sung by thee in the days of yore?
And will that great love folklore of the past
Awaken to its destiny at long long last?
And will thy spirit assume the form I knew
Before it too was into the cauldron cast?
And shall then the cauldron spill out its content?
And shall then serenades, the still air rent?
Summoning the lost loves, of yester-years
And shall then return those, who yesterday went?
And will they have the meaning of life learned?
And will they cherish what once they spurned?
And will there be songs singing in their hearts?
Or will their souls too, into stone have turned?
Deepak Menon
Copyright ©2004 Deepak Menon

‘Daffodils’ by William Wordsworth

May 27, 2006
William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way
They stretched in never-ending line
along the margin of the bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance
The waves beside them danced;but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be so gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed – and gazed – but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon the inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


The simplicity and beauty of great poetry …

May 27, 2006
All Through The Night
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Sleep my love and peace attend thee,
All through the night;
Guardian angels, God will send thee,
All through the night
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping,
Love alone His watch is keeping,
All through the night.
While the moon her watch is keeping,
All through the night;
While the weary world is sleeping,
All through the night
O’er the spirit gently stealing,
Visions of delight revealing,
Breathes a pure and holy feeling,
All through the night

A quatrain from Khayyam and one written by me..

May 21, 2006
LXXIII. A quartrain by Omar Khayyam from
his immortal Rubiyyat of Omar Khayyam
translated by Edward Fitzgerald
Ah, Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits–and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart’s Desire!
No 132. A quartrain by Deepak Menon from his book of
Poetry – Tamam Shudh – Poems of Passion
Many a time have I made strong my resolve
To seek an answer – the great mystery to solve
As to why HE who gives and takes all
Decreed that the puzzle of life – remain unsolv’d?

A CHILD OF THE EARTH – A poem by Deepak Menon

May 15, 2006
I am a child of the Earth
Priceless and Rare
A child so fair
Drinking its love since birth

At first I understood not why
Hunger made me weak
No one to me would speak
And I would cling to the Earth and cry

And many questions rose in my brain
Why were my clothes torn?
Why was I weary and worn?
Why did I have to sleep out in the rain?

And as I grew the answers came to me
I was a child of the Earth
Which was my house and my hearth
To share it’s joy and pain was my destiny

And now as on it’s cold bosom I lie
Its anguished love to share
I see before me laid bare
The souls of the Averted Eyes scurrying by.

Copyright – Deepak Menon

Re Post of Empire Hill – The Battle of Bunker Hill – A poem by Deepak Menon

May 15, 2006
I decided to post this again
The battle lost , the remnants fled
Of the once proud host, gallantly led
By flamboyant officers in flashing red
Nursing wounds that profusely bled
Not long ‘ere had bounded up the hill
Hearts pounding, flush’d with the thrill
Of certain victory, no thought that ill
Could befall them, of indomitable will
Almost at the summit, they heard a shout
“NOW LADS,” and then, there flashed out
A wall of flame, from the silent redoubt
And then began the rout
Of the greatest army the world had known
By ragged farmers in skin and bone
Who rebelled against the British throne
To found a nation of their own
A haphazard derelict mob, of motley men
With flintlocks so old, some knew not when
they had been made, or even when
had last been used, or would function then.
They crouched behind their earthen mound
which overnight, had raised from the ground,
And with haggard eyes looked around
Their ears filled with the thunderous sound
Of the Redshirts charging in full cry
And each thought he’d surely die
And his body rotting there would lie
Food for the vultures circling high.
For ammunition, they almost had none
No strength had they to try to run
Just one thought, into their minds was drum’d
Hold fire, and the battle is won
So there they crouched with simple faith
Until it was almost too late
For nearly upon them, crazed with hate
Loomed the enemy, invincible and great
Then suddenly they heard the awaited shout
“FIRE,” and the trusty flints belched out
A sheet of death in a mighty gout
Which toss’d the British right about.
Like corks floating in a stormy sea
Shattering instantly what used to be
The pride of the Empire’s army
But the farmers still crouched wearily.
Not even knowing they had toll’d
That day on Bunker Hill
The bell, whose chimes rolled
Around the world until

Pictures of long ago and a trophy

May 13, 2006

This post is dedicated to my son Sammy who was so
caring even when he was a little boy and my startling
daughter who is not serene at all unlike her name
Serena and my “dedicated to work” wife Abha who won
the trophy on the SARC two wheeler rally on a scooter
and the friends who had a picnic with us when I
had the idea of having a Birthday Picnic instead of a
Birthday Party at a picnic spot near our town and
finally and mainly it is dedicated to my wonderful mother
who is in the blue saree in the group of people you see
and who taught us in her own simple words
“you should always be kind, gentle and loving”

Sailing over the Turquoise Sea – A painting by Deepak Menon

May 7, 2006

The days of the great sailing ships are over
but memories of their glory live on ….

The Reunion of my Probationary Officers Batch 1980

May 6, 2006
We had a wonderful reunion in January 2006
and though some were missing – many came
and we remembered the old days and
and laughed and joked with abandon and then
suddenly realised that – though we were older,
and perhaps a little wiser, we were in no way
different from what we had been when
we had joined that wonderful organisation
“The State Bank of India”

Sleep! – A poem by Deepak Menon

May 4, 2006

Sleep! Why do you not come to me?
To cradle my furrowed brow in your lap
And gently close my eyes
Shutting out the world of lies
Where caged I live in this iron trap.

I know that you do not understand why
I should call to you so very soon
When it was only last night
In dusk’s fading light
That you came to me with the rising moon

And while I slumbered, you smoothed my brow
And covered my body with your own gown
Though restless I slept
And in dreams I wept
Tears my livid memory scars to drown

I woke with the same old ache in my heart
Feeling that to me you had never come
Had never rested my head
On your lap pillow in bed
Forgive me! I was not what I have become.