Shades of Solitude (Haiku 37)

Shades of solitude
Inviting me for a day of
self talk, truth finding

It's Easy to Criticize, and how?

Once upon a time there was a painter who had just completed his course. He took 3 days and painted beautiful scenery. He wanted people’s opinion about his caliber and painting skills.
He put his creation at a busy street-crossing . And just down below a board which reads “I have painted this piece. Since I’m new to this profession I might have committed some mistakes in my strokes etc. Please put a cross wherever you see a mistake.”

While he came back in the evening to collect his painting he was completely shattered to see that whole canvass was filled with Xs (crosses) and some people had even written their comments on the painting.

Disheartened and broken completely he ran to his master’s place and burst into tears. This young artist was breathing heavily and master heard him saying” I’m useless and
if this is what I have learnt to paint I’m not worth becoming a painter. People have rejected me completely. I feel like dying”
Master smiled and suggested “My Son, I will prove that you are a great artist and have learnt flawless painting. Do as I say without questioning it. It will work.”

Young artist reluctantly agreed and two days later early morning he presented a replica of his earlier painting to his master. Master took that gracefully and smiled. “Come with me.” master said. They reached the same street-square early morning and displayed the same painting exactly at the same place. Now master took out another board which read -“Gentlemen, I have painted this piece. Since I’m new to this profession I might have committed some mistakes in my strokes etc. I have put a box with colors and brushes just below. Please do a favour. If you see a mistake, kindly pick up the brush and correct it.”

Master and disciple walked back home. They both visited the place same evening. Young painter was surprised to see that actually there was not a single correction done so far. Next day again they visited and found painting remained untouched. The painting was keptthere for a month but no correction came in!

MORAL OF THE STORY

It is easier to criticise, but difficult to Improve! So don’t get carried away or judge yourself by someone else’s criticism and feel depressed. Judge yourself, you are the best judge!

PS: I found this story posted  as a comment in a tech site. I felt that it's pretty important. The name of the person posted it is "maverick" 

Deep in the Ocean of Time

Deep in  the Ocean of Time
Right into the layers of space
Dwelling through infinite dimensions
There existed an atom

It searched for a friend
Found one to its taste
Lost an electron
Gained an electron
A bond was then formed

It has no name
But there was no worry
For name is but an identification 

But see there's some more atoms 
And they too did the same
A little bit of sacrifice 
For love needs it 
Lost an electron 
Gained an electron
A bond was then formed
They started dancing

Growing in complexity.
Living things, masses of atoms for they were 
Dancing a pattern ever more intricate 
DNA and protein
Cells and tissues
Life came
At long last man came

He was the observer 
Who measures the universe
Out of the cradle 
Onto the dry land
Here it is standing 
Atoms with consciousness
Matter with curiosity 
Stands in the ocean of time
Wondering
Aye 
I, a universe of atoms? 
Or an atom in the universe?

A Poem of Life (Spanish)

Este poema es muy bonito
Representa la vida
amor
odiar y
todo(s)
This poem is very nice 
Represents life 
love 
hate 
and 
all

PS: The  original Spanish poem and it's translation makes the letter F. Making letters with poem is called Alphaboetry

New Dress on the Day of Love

She bought me 
A new dress
On an evening 
With cool breeze

She told me
To wear it
On the 
Day of Love

I had worn
As she said
Stood before her
All smiles

The Pant's loose I said
Remember she said
When it becomes tight
Success comes to you

Yes, the pant's so tight 
That I can't wear it now
And yes, success came to me
But, you are not here 
to celebrate with me
On the Day of Love

She is as Beautiful as Sin

She is as beautiful as sin

Many have tried to win

Her hand by impressing her kin

Up comes a young man

Driving along in a van

Bringing up with him a large whiskey can

She is as beautiful as sin 

With a dimple on her chin

Stood up there with a pin

Moon pales by her side

The gales go away from her wide

And from her, mothers have their children hide

She is as beautiful as sin

Hides herself in a tin

Runs away from her home drinking a gin

She tempts me

With her beauty, see

I am now at her knee

The Girl Born In The Garden of Roses

Her brilliance was bordering on genius
In reality it's beyond genius
Some called it madness
Some called it sheer divinity
Very few people knew it's exactness.

But whatever others may think
One thing is certain
She was
The Girl Born In The Garden of Roses

Glampire

/hihi

A Glampire!
As disturbing as a funeral pyre.

Wandering along the roads
In the nights, sucking lives by loads
With no care for any codes

Beauty she was
Now, she is as beautiful as a sin
Tempting men with her charms, and forms
They fell for her in flocks

Lured them into the woods
Made them sit under the hoods
Hugged them one by one
Tucked them into her pockets
And few of them in her locket

Glampire!
Blood it was she want
She is as beautiful as a sin
'Twas the weapon she uses to win
Against the self-control of many a man
Aha! La Belle Dame Sans Merci

PS: Glamour + Vampire = Glampire

/bye

To Sylvia Plath

Eyeful of tears
Mindful of fears
Are the only arrears
She left

That depressed soul
Created a big hole
By leaving her role
In poetry

That decomposed smile
Melted me for a while
I traveled many a mile
For her

Zombies

Not often it is
Easy to erase your memories
Zombies they are... Yes

Attack at weaker
times to make you go into
A cocoon of thoughts

Of your past days
Reeling in nostalgia
It's sad, it's bad. Huh?

Ek Niranjan

Decently indecent -

The life of a scamp
Moving like a tramp.

To have his foot prints stamp
On the shore for ever.

He preaches to
Die hard,

And says to
Live it easy.

Like a child
Without going wild

His motto is
A fight for
The right
Without flight