THE SUCCESSFUL LOSER. -------------------------------- The poem is : THOU.
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The Venue is: Governor House.
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The Occasion is: Swearing-in.
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Have you ever seen her, so fair to wear crown ?
So sweet, so lovely, wearing the usual dark gown ?
Adorned with grace, beauty, and usual pony tail ?
The goodly eyes shining like sapphire trail ?
And the stately majestic head like ivory tower ?
Have you seen face that shine like flower ?
When lookin' stern, showing a sandal, he fled ?
Sure did he fail to notice face like apple red ?
But who can withstand her in a straight fight?
Her snowie neck looked like marble sight !
And the frame as fresh, straight after shower;
It's sure that she is born to wield enough power.
Now seen, descending steps to the swearing in place,
Everybody has to admit she has enough grace;
They are sure to be burned in her usual flare,
But barking dogs bark and can seldom dare;
She is filled with heavenly gifts of high order,
She appears as delicate as flower in a holder,
Much more would you wonder at that sight,
An army and he with her can never fight,
Unspoken faith and timely woman grown,
Such virtues reign in her as Queen on Throne,
And she can give law and justice alone,
She radiates atmosphere filled with cologne;
With trembling steps she cometh before our view,
To humble his proud face and make it new,
Behold, before the altar stands she, near the hedge,
Where she is about to take the pledge;
Hearing the Governor that to her speaks,
Red roses flush up on her cheeks,
Her chorus of friends greet her with lot of sound,
Her sad eyes longing to see his face not yet found,
With modesty and good manners bound,
She returns to her place in sorrow unfound.
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Hope she sweat and bask as he has forever for her.
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ON A JUNE AFTERNOON. HER CAR FAILS.
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She sweats and basks on the road in town;
In her dark coat and dark gown;
She hides her face all smeared in perspiration and heat;
She breathes on her lovely palms; to count the beat,
She feels fingers hot and burning;
She will go alone to her home walking.
Along the burning straight road,
First heat, the very first of the summer nod
Sun-dried tears glisten on her cheeks;
The first heat of human hurt in weeks.
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Of the numberless steps, of the ladder to her heart,
He climbed, perhaps 2 or 3.
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Tonight, he could write the saddest lines,
He loved her, she loved him with all love-signs,
How he loved the still eyes that shines!
Tonight he can write the saddest lines!
To think that he did not have her,
To feel that he had forever lost her,
To hear her words in the immense night,
Still more immense without her sight,
And the verse falls to the soul,
Like dew to the pasture in the bowl,
What is all this now about her that would matter,
That his love could not keep her and shatter,
The night is shattered and she is not with him!
This is all. In the distance, someone is with him,
His soul is not satisfied that it has lost her!
His eyes searches her as though to go to her!
His heart looks for her, and she is not with him!
He no longer loved her; that's certain for him!
But how he loved her! How he attended to her !
His voice tried to find the wind to touch hearing her,
Her voice, her frame, her infinite eyes, were for him,
He no longer loved her, that's certain; for him,
But may be he loves her still; or else who would write?
Love is short, to forget is long! why not unite?
Though this be the last pain, for him,
That she makes much suffer; for him,
And these be the last verses he writes for her!
It shows may be in the end he loved her! (CONTD......)
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Wrong Signals. Cross signals.
What a mess ! CHAPTER. 17.

She is rich and famous. He always happened to lay hand on the best .
He never wanted to fall in love. He liked to look her
from all sides, angles, aspects. He would spend his life
looking. Was she worth it ? What did he find in looking
so closely?
He found no mistakes. She is a genuine beauty.
He sat in his chair glancing,devouring say, the eyes.
He tried to understand the riddles of the face,
He is a versatile man not easy to be impressed by any Tina Mina Reena.
As an author, his job is to look at them with an
objective view. But in this case, he could not visualise,
what hit him. Stared at the face he could not afford
to look away, from with a sense
of visual finality of aesthetic value.
He knew, she is a creature of flesh and blood.
But she has surfaces that can
be compared to gems of immortal value.

Take for example the hair that used to hang below the
shoulders in the kind of artless child-
like ripples that many a lot possess, but, her hair is
something special.
She has the rarest of a rare face, seeing which other faces fell into oblivion. This one stick in the mind like glue.
All times it is fresh before his eyes.
When she tied the hair in pony-tail she charmed
him all the more than usual. Her skin always looked to him
faintly tanned because of the sun-heat. But this gave cheeks an
added beauty like appricot golden pink blush that was
radically different from the usual lot. That is HER.

None can be like HER. THAT'S ALL. NO FURTHER TALK.
It looked she is not from this planet.
She is a fairy, missed the way and came to earth.

The Beautiful girl.
She has a tragic life. All avoid them. All are owed by her.
No one goes near. She is always alone. She is too beautiful
for any other girl to want to know her .
This is sheer out of envy. They envy . They can not bear the beauty.
If other girls happened to exchange talk , it is stiff, matter of fact and with an intent to run away
say- the talk is rather quite superficial because
they can not look . They melt in the shadow.
They are awed and found staring rather than meeting their
eyes and talk . They can not speak to her
about boys because they presume that she has an upper
hand and she can pocket any hero at the flutter of eye-lid.

It gets worse. She did not ask mother Nature to make
so beautiful! This is a kind of a curse. It is like
something she is not from the lot of the girls that mix together,
play together study consult quarrel, argue, read confide with each other.
She is seen as an object made apart different from them all.
The lots of boys and girls peek, sneek as if she
were an object of the zoo. The presence intimidates them. The beauty scares them. The other girls are seen fluttered around,
all flustered,as if she were not made of flesh and blood.
It is a painful grow-up. She has to accept and go through
all these stages in a painful manner. The most daring and
ambitious as she is, she suffers. To have a discussion
is a matter of continuous excitement.
Beauty elegance and youth are not commodities.
She can not be bought sold or traded. There is something
different.
Certainly it is not the clothing. She looks lovely in any dress.
It is confidence that is revealed all through the
clothes. It is the way she carries herself. Straight and tall. She has
an air of indifference; of pride. She is different than others. She knows.
Before sixteen years, he felt, if, at the relevant time,
had he known his future !
On his last meeting he was looking as if he
were trying to read her mind,and memorise.
She was all out to torment him.
He wished only if he had known the future!
When they met, he had felt content.
He had found his destination. Every time he said
something ,it was the wrong thing to say .
He used the wrong words and she took
everything the wrong way. Every time he did anything ,
it was the wrong thing to do. If he
dared to wait , it is wrong, If he asked to stop for a talk,
she curtly replied 'who has the time!
If he tried to wait , she liked it but soon forgotten,
She avoided him in presence of her other admirers,
other friiends, if he stood waiting to talk, She listerned.
She did not hear. If she heard, she did
not understand. He wished he had done the right things
from the beginning and followed the rules. She had told
to follow the rules. Would his fate been different?
He was fatally clumsy . He was madly in love .
He wanted to capture attention.but he made all the
wrong moves. He sent all the signals but these signals were mis-
interpreted and they turned out as wrong signals.
He wanted to capture attention. He wanted to
make the right move. He was guilty as
charged. He had lost.
He made a wong move. He said
a wrong thing again. He was shy. What ever
messages he sent she misinterpreted them.
For once she did not commit.
She put all reponsibility on him to take the
lead and she would follow. It was as simple as that.
What to do? Gone time can not come.
back? They will not meet again. (CONTD...)
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BE HEALTHY.
HAVE BREAKFAST LIKE A KING.
HAVE LUNCH LIKE A COMMONER.
HAVE DINNER LIKE A PAUPER.
THAT'S WAY TO BE HEALTHY WEALTHY & WISE.
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No more coffee, no more tea, for me,
Milk with banana is good for me,
No much sugar no much salt, for me,
Honey with cheese is good for me.
No more potatoes and fries for me,
Veg salad with curd milk is good for me.
No more medicine or sleep pills for me,
A cup of luke warm milk is good for me.
No more health-club exercise for me,
A hectic day in court is good for me.
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IS IT WISE?
A woman invests everything in a husband.
It is pure and simple gambling. By a single act
to marry him, she puts at stake the life, the career,
her future, everything . Does the man deserve ?
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SHE. Ch.19.
Describing the undescribable,
Scrutinising the unscrutinisable,
Speaking the unspeakable,
Writing the unwritable,
Discussing the undiscussable,
Loving the unlovable,
Lost in directions undirectionable.
IMAGINE THE UNIMAGINABLE.
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