Baba ka Thanda#4

Of Poetry and 'Pot'tery ;)


"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life? Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse." That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?"

(Dead Poets Society)


While I continue writing my continually worsening verse of life, One of the pottery inspired Poetry of Baba's must find its way through to all those who wish not just to sit on their precious bottoms and contemplate who shall win the 350th game of a sport developed by 'nothing-th' of a millionth race just to entertain them before they make way for nothing-plus-one-th race that follows them to rule the planet that shall no more be.


Of dying love, O loving Hate!
I my poetry in vain create
just for you, to on my epitaph engrave
those who shall me cremate
"here lay a naive knave
who we so lovingly hate!"

-- Baba !

I solemnly pledge that I am under influence of no weed, and for god sakes I do write some serious Blahs also !!


'sab Baba ke fundae hain yaar'