odysseus

Charudatta Kelkar - a wanderer

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  • odysseus 2h

    Diamante poem (Mirakee challenge for today)

    Sun
    Fierce, powerful
    Scorching, baking, blazing
    Day, hot, night, calm
    cooling, comforting, pleasing
    Pale, quiet
    Moon


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    Sun
    Fierce, powerful
    Scorching, baking, blazing
    Day, hot, night, calm
    cooling, comforting, pleasing
    Pale, quiet
    Moon
    ©odysseus

  • odysseus 9h

    She boarded the bus but failed to find a seat, and she had to stand in the passageway. She stood with her back facing the driver's cabin, painfully aware of at least a dozen lustful gazes. It was hot and humid and she didn't like to cover her face. Not that it would have made much difference. It didn't matter if women were covered from head to toe or dressed in a western attire. They would be thoroughly scanned. It wouldn't stop.

    One of the passengers got up, and she quickly occupied the vacant seat. The man sitting next to her had been staring at her ever since she got in. She had noticed it and she hated it, but it was a long route. She had to sit, otherwise she would get tired and the old backache would resurface. She had no choice. She put her headphones on and tried to enter a world of her own. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore and forget the gazes. "Out of sight, out of mind. " she thought, but those lascivious eyes continued to gaze at her, carnal desires dripping from them as water drips from a leaking faucet.

    Would this ever stop? Commuting by bus was her own choice. Was it wrong? What if she had used her personal vehicle?
    Perhaps it would have made some difference. But there were numerous signals and there were regular traffic jams. So those gazes would never cease. She had to face them even in her office, a place frequented by visitors.
    Everyday, she would think hard about those gazes and curse herself for not being able to do anything to end the torture.

    The conductor screamed out the name of her stop. She sprang to her feet and alighted from the bus. As usual, several pairs of eyes chased her. But in a few minutes, she would reach home and it would be over, at least for the day.

    She rang the doorbell. Her mother-in-law opened the door. She got in, closed the door and heaved a sigh of relief.

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    It was hot and humid and she didn't like to cover her face. Not that it would have made much difference. It didn't matter if women were covered from head to toe or dressed in a western attire. They would be thoroughly scanned. It wouldn't stop.
    ©odysseus

  • odysseus 1d

    Dizain

    Sundays Are For Culinary Treats

    I have a lot of free time on Sundays
    And I love to cook my favourite dish
    My wife says my cooking skills deserve praise
    Veg is fine but she loves chicken and fish
    I cook, and then we eat with great relish,
    Beverages and coffee, soups and shakes,
    Starters, appetizers, pastries and cakes
    Spicy curries, fried stuff, candies and sweets
    Chocolate drinks and brownies, puffs and flakes
    Sundays are meant for culinary treats


    Form - dizain
    10 lines of 10 syllables each
    Rhyming scheme - ababbccdcd

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    (This is a work of fiction)

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    I have a lot of free time on Sundays
    And I love to cook my favourite dish
    My wife says my cooking skills deserve praise
    Veg is fine but she loves chicken and fish
    I cook, and then we eat with great relish,
    Beverages and coffee, soups and shakes,
    Starters, appetizers, pastries and cakes
    Spicy curries, fried stuff, candies and sweets
    Chocolate drinks and brownies, puffs and flakes
    Sundays are meant for culinary treats
    ©odysseus

  • odysseus 1d

    Dear Sun,

    Every morning, your arrival fills me with hope. I greet you every day when your form is gentle. I can't face your bright countenance with open eyes, but then it's this very brightness that makes our planet the most promising place in our solar system.

    You're are a magnanimous emperor and you just give, give and give without expecting anything in return.
    You have your own way of functioning, and everything you do affects us in some way or the other.

    I pity Mercury and Venus and I don't exactly envy Pluto and Neptune....(to freeze or to burn? that is the question)
    I can imagine what poor Mercury and Venus must be going through, while even the mere thought of being stranded on Pluto terrorises me and sends shivers down my spine.

    But we, the inhabitants of the Earth are thankful to you for giving our planet a relatively balmy climate.

    We are imperfect and we tend to violate the laws of nature(this is in addition to violating the fundamental principles of humanity), sometimes unintentionally, sometimes despite being fully conscious of the consequences. This incurs the wrath of mother nature.

    You are kind and it is possible for you to forgive us.
    I earnestly pray to you to continue showering your love upon us. I know you have your own administrative machinery and you always do what is right in your view, yet I request you not to be unduly harsh in certain places at certain times of the year(this may sound impractical, foolish and selfish but that's my humble request).

    Inconvenience is deeply regretted.

    Thanking you

    Yours faithfully
    (Odysseus)

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    (If the Earth's average temperature falls, less surface water will evaporate and there will be less rainfall and less weathering of rocks...but technical details don't matter here... emotions do... )


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    ©odysseus

  • odysseus 2d

    Angels and Demons

    I didn't know if
    my silence had a sound but
    I wished to find out

    It was a quiet
    midnight; I closed my eyes, and
    tried hard to hear it

    There wasn't any
    deafening sound but I could
    clearly hear whispers

    It dawned upon me
    that the demons residing
    in me were feasting

    They seemed ecstatic;
    they had managed to subdue
    the angels in me

    Although the angels
    had been blocked out, the demons
    were still insecure

    So, not all was lost;
    now it was my duty to
    vanquish the demons

    Yes, my silence has
    a sound and I have begun
    to enjoy it now
    ©odysseus

  • odysseus 3d

    Haiku Sonnets

    The basic premise of the haiku sonnet is simple: 4 3-liner haiku plus a couplet of either 5 or 7 syllables adds up to 14 lines, the same number of lines found in a sonnet. (Sources - Internet and Instagram)

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    Haiku Sonnet : Self-love

    1.
    Let me love myself
    Let me be kind to myself
    Let me be happy

    Is it an offence?
    Is self-love a moral flaw?
    Can't I love myself?

    Am I repulsive?
    Do I deserve to be spurned?
    No, I deserve love

    Will others love me
    If I do not love myself?
    So it starts with me

    I'll treat myself with great care
    Just as I treat my sweetheart

    2.
    I love myself, and
    I spend a lot of time in
    my own company

    Neglectful parents
    and not-so-friendly friends made
    me a lonely man

    Despised by the world,
    I began to love myself
    and it wasn't bad

    I read myself and
    found a new "me" who is not
    exactly worthless

    I feed my soul well and treat
    my body with utmost care
    ©odysseus

  • odysseus 4d

    What is it that I dread more than anything else?
    Somewhere deep within, a terrible feeling dwells
    It's not about spirits, vampires, apparitions or ghosts
    For they are indeed friendly and hospitable hosts
    Nor am I scared of being alone, yes, I love my solitude
    Yet I am warm and affectionate and I show no attitude
    It's rejection and non-recognition that my mind fears
    When sycophancy dominates and merit sheds tears
    Stygian, tenebrous thoughts push me into a black hole
    My detractors surround me, always prepared to troll
    I can feel them but can't see them for it's pitch-dark
    They whisper in my ears, then some of them begin to bark
    "A horrible writer you are, you illiterate fool" they scream.
    "You'll never receive critical acclaim, forget that doltish dream"
    They vanish, but the darkness doesn't; it terrorises me
    And even in that blackout, my bleak future I can clearly see
    They will continue to subdue me till my last breath
    How many times will I die before my actual death ?
    ©odysseus

  • odysseus 5d

    A Blood-stained Gift

    She wanted
    him to win the cup
    and he wished
    to win her
    heart at any cost so he
    trained really hard.

    However,
    with just two laps left,
    it became
    clear that it
    was going to be tough to
    beat his close rival.

    A signal
    from the corner of
    his eyes, and
    his cunning
    pacemaker did what he was
    instructed to do.

    A push, and
    the quicker runner
    fell headlong.
    Now "he" would
    easily lift the precious
    cup and win "her" heart.

    Watching from
    the stands, she quickly
    understood
    everything.
    After all, she herself had
    been an athlete once.

    She refused
    to touch the blood-stained
    gift and told
    him that she
    would not have anything to
    do with such a cheat.

    He believed
    that everything was
    fair in love
    and war but
    took the old proverb a bit
    too literally.

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    Pacemaker - a runner who is included in middle/long distance races for various purposes(e.g. ensuring a fast time, assisting a prominent runner(as a tactic) etc.)

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    A Bloood-stained Gift


    She wanted
    him to win the cup
    and he wished
    to win her
    heart at any cost so he
    trained really hard.

    She refused
    to touch the blood-stained
    gift and told
    him that she
    would not have anything to
    do with such a cheat.
    ©odysseus

  • odysseus 1w

    While it's true that I have been inspired and influenced by various people at various stages of my life, I had never had a guru in the conventional sense.

    As I child, I was a movie buff and I enjoyed watching Hindi films. Of course I loved action and music, but more than anything else, it was the dialogue writer who would keep me glued to my seat. The Salim Khan-Javed Akhtar duo had had a great impact on me. Their dialogues shaped my Hindi-Urdu during my formative days. The influence is evident and I remain indebted to them for that. In songwriting, my greatest influence has always been the one and only Majrooh Sultanpuri.
    I loved to hum songs (mostly Hindi) but I was (and I still am) a pathetic singer. I always wanted to sing like Mohammed Rafi and Kishore Kumar - undoubtedly the greatest male playback singers of Hindi cinema. I would sit with their photos in front of me and try to sing(only when I was alone at home).

    Cricket was my first love(now I don't warch or discuss cricket at all). I was a poor batsman, so I idolised fast bowlers. I could bowl reasonably, if not genuinely fast. In those days, Dennis Lillee, Jeff Thomson and Michael Holding were my heroes. They were right-arm fast bowlers and I am a southpaw, but I read their interviews and articles and tried to learn from them.

    Come 1992 and I was bitten by the bug of long-distance running. I worked hard and became a marathoner. Who was my idol or guiding force? I had read about the late Abebe Bikila, an Ethiopian marathoner who won the Olympic gold at Rome despite running barefoot. I imitated him and ran a few marathon races without socks and shoes. My genes and my past imposed restrictions upon me that no amount of training could overcome. I failed to progress beyond a point, but Bikila's influence has remained.

    I can't imagine a life without books. They have been my reliable and loyal companions and preceptors. Apart from our course books, biographies, novels, short stories, plays, poems and even newspapers teach us a lot.
    Life is the greatest teacher. In this case, the term "life" is comprehensive and all inclusive. It essentially means everything around us. Apart from people and incidents, there are many other living and non-living things in nature that teach us a thing or two.
    This includes seas, rivers, mountains, trees, animals, birds and even the smallest of insects.

    While I have never been face to face with most of those who inspired, influenced and taught me, it's my duty to acknowledge their contribution. They are great preceptors though I may not have been an ideal pupil.


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    While it's true that I have been inspired and influenced by various people at various stages of my life, I had never had a guru in the conventional sense.

    While I have never been face to face with most of those who inspired, influenced and taught me, it's my duty to acknowledge their contribution.
    They are great preceptors though I may not have been an ideal pupil.
    ©odysseus

  • odysseus 1w

    A letter to my beloved

    My dearest,

    I hope this letter finds you well. Let me come to the point straightaway as I don't wish to waste your time(it must be precious) .

    Tell me frankly if you're done with me.
    Tell me if you don't want to be associated with me anymore. I know you made the mistake of falling in love with a poor and unsuccessful man. Your decision wasn't impulsive, but now you believe that it was foolish.

    You are super-intelligent, but even intelligent people make blunders and you made one by falling in love with me. Well, these days, I get no messages from you. I do text you and your brief (sometimes just one-word) replies do convey a lot.

    You may not say it, but I'm sure you regret your decision now. After all, We are human beings and we make mistakes; I always do.
    If you have committed a sin, you can atone for it now.
    You hesitate to tell me to "peace out" because you're soft-spoken and polite, and you don't want to hurt me. But certainly, you expect me to understand it. Priorities do change. Change is the only absolute truth.

    My life was desolate and devoid of love before your arrival. My heart was one of the driest places in the world. After decades of drought, flowers appeared to bloom in the wilderness...

    But it was a dream, and now I have woken up to reality. It's harsh and I must accept it.

    I must not overstay my welcome. This letter conveys my sentiments just as your silence conveys yours. Let me depart before the echoes of your silence deafen me and splinter my soul. Life without you will be painful but that's my destiny. I promise you that I will never disturb you hereafter.

    Adieu

    (a nobody)
    ©odysseus