Sunday, April 20, 2008

Dots and connections

Lonely is the face
That seeks to know more
As it tries to keep pace
with what the world's got in store

The world has its own ways
of showing the road
Aren't reflections on the lonely face
Mere shades of the universal code?

Copyright - Dipali Ekbote

I wrote this poem in response to a beautiful poem someone sent me - the poem is called Corner Seat by Louis MacNeice. After I wrote this poem, I happened to be talking with a few people and the discussions veered toward the concepts of destiny, higher power, universal truth. If I were to explain universal code', I would try this -

All things - inhabitants of the universe, or happenings on the universe - are dots that are connected. These connections are known best by the higher power. Some of us are more aware of the dots, but can't really make out the connections. Some of us can make sense of the connections, in real-time or in hindsight. Some of us can never see the dots, nor the connections.

Wouldn't it be interesting to 'break the universal code' to find the connections between the dots?

In the meanwhile, from my next blog onwards, I plan to write on the topics that I find interesting to understand more of - on how the corporate world functions, on leadership... Ofcourse, I would love to continue sharing poems, maybe my own or those written by others that I find interesting.

Monday, April 14, 2008

The oceans deep



What is it about the ocean
That never ceases to amaze me

Is it the 
tirelessness of the tides
Or the timelessness of the waters
Or is it just my envy
Of the myriad creatures it rides

Is it the energy of the waves
As they call from its dark depths
Reaching out to the pristine beach
or come crashing below jagged cliffs

Giving 
each time to the land
a little of themselves
Leaving a little of the ocean
As memories on the sand

Taking each time with the waves
Into their innermost depths
All that the shores are ready to let go
Or are these what the ocean craves?

Absorbing their newness
Befriending some, rejecting some
Mulling over those
it is not quite sure of

Maybe it's about all of these after all
The energy and the tirelessness
The sharing and the timelessness

Visible through the flurry of activity on the shores
Invisible in the deepest secrets held for centuries

Visible in the life it has sprung forth
And in the lives it has swallowed

What is it about the ocean
That never ceases to amaze me
That always beckons
Yet can chillingly threaten



Copyright - Dipali Ekbote

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Awakening

The boy had a dream
Of adventures and treasure hunts
A life full of action
Time never enough

The boy grew up
The world around him whizzed past
Everyone's desires aflame
His dreams – they stayed the same

Some called him an idealist
Still to learn the rigours of life
Throw him out
Let him feel the strife

The boy is now a man
Ready to take on the world
Little realizing
That his world is his dream

Not to be awakened from
Not to be awake for

Copyright-Dipali Ekbote