Satoma Asadgamaya

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Saturday, July 10, 2004

The Magic Faraway Tree

Distant in memory and in time,
Are days that were truly sublime.
Where is the Magic Faraway Tree?
And those moments of mirth and glee?
It was so wonderful to be a child,
To run carefree and wild.
Where is that quaint little school?
And my friends who'd play the fool?
I miss my good old cricket bat.
The sixers I used to swat.
Where are my dear old books
That lay around corners and nooks?
I want to climb those gates and walls.
Hunt for lost tennis balls.
Where is the tinkling of the bell?
And the candyman who'd have lots to sell?
I still remember those hills and vales.
And my servant's ghostly tales.
Where are the shimmering lights?
That I'd watch on starless nights.
Where is the hidden treasure
Buried in that garden of pleasure?
Where enchanted were the morning mist
And the flowers the dew kissed.
It was the most beautiful home.
Under this humungous blue dome.
But why has everything changed?
Why is this world so deranged?
Tell me O Magic Faraway Tree.
Where are those days of mirth and glee?
Where has my Papa gone?
I feel so lost and forlorn.
My friend - the Magic Faraway Tree.
I thought he'd always stand by me.
Someday I'll return to that haunted glen.
Perhaps the Tree will be there again.

Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe

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Thursday, July 08, 2004

Ode to Resurgence

Here and now, upon these shores of gold,
As I wander about in the misty cold,
Shorn of glory and justice on that rainy day,
When lo and behold! A Voice o'er the tumultuous bay!

"Stars and planets step aside,
As legends vanish into the cosmic tide.
Though mighty were they and without peer,
I, Master, bid them adieu with a sneer!"

That thunderous growl, that deafening roar.
The hunter was on the prowl and I was the boar.

I cry out,"Though I be blest with gold and more,
I feel Thanathos coming to put an end to my lore.
A shadow remains of what I was meant to be.
The Darkness of my heart does not let me see!"

The wind howls. Mounts turn to dust in the waves of doom.
There is nowhere to hide, for escape there is no room.
As the raging rain begins to pelt my brain,
Dregs of life ebb away in a gigantic drain.

All those travails - and yet to save me none.
I cease to pretend. I'm on my last run.

All seemed lost.
By despair and desolation was I accost.
My soul was drowning in the grimy sea
When a Melody rang out deep within me.

"Knowst thee who thou are?
Art thee just another fading star?
Throw aside this dissembling shroud!
And stand up, tall and proud!"

So sweet and so tender, a spark did it ignite.
A flaming fireball now! It was time to fight!

Like a Trappist in the midst of infernal din,
I thought of all that I ever believed in.
There I was, in shackles and in chains,
When it happened - Light rippled through my veins.

Like a phoenix, from my ashes I arose
Dispelling all that was morbid and morose.
As I unsheathed my steel,testament to forgotten power,
The rain drifted away, the wind and the waves began to cower.

The Voice persisted in its unholy prattle,
Whence I smote it down in an epic battle.

The wind now conjures up a symphony divine
And the waves dance about on a floor of brine.
The moon falls into a slumber deep.
Lovely Aurora glides down the sunbeams steep.

Sapphire waters and golden sands - that moment in time,
And life - life is radiance, it is song and rhyme.
The canopy is now that of lovely azure.
The universe sleeps - peaceful and pure.

Their ugly heads, the Clouds will never rear
Here comes the Sun: Sunny days are here.

Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe

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Sunday, July 04, 2004

Lyrics to the Starry Canopy

The sun sets and ends the grimy day.
Nightfall creeps stealthily o'er the silent bay.
There unfolds a wondrous story,
As a celestial garden blooms in all its glory.

I lie on rocky cliff,beside my tiny shack.
And watch a divine painter unfurl his canvas black.
Masterful strokes produce twinkling little stars,
They conjure up Venus, they dream up Mars.

Swathes of blackness erupt into silvery light,
As chariots herald the lady of the night.
The moonbeams dance high above me
While down below, snores the bejewelled sea.

A cloud or two are set sailing by.
Bolts of lightning dart about the mysterious sky.
Hues of red spill out beyond the yonder crag
In the steel city they've been dumping slag.

Raindrops fall as a cloud halts to cry.
Lo and behold! A meteor streaks by.
It is time to make a wish.
They always come true - no matter how outlandlish.

These are the times I dream of the deep within
When the wind caresses softly upon my skin.
Ah! This is the elusive balm.
Tumultuous minds does it control and calm.

Gateway to the greatness of outer space,
A reminder of the mereness of human race.
The firmament is so majestic and so vast,
Through eons will it evermore last.

Darkness will always fall
And lift the day's gloomy pall.
It is magical and pure.
Through living memory it will forever endure.

Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe

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Thursday, July 01, 2004

Avada Kedavra

Fear the Dark.
Its power – nakedly stark.
As all Things must –
Listen. Hark!

I wanted to follow the light.
But I now lose sight.
As all Things must –
I surrender to the night.

I wanted warmth and glow.
But I now reap what I sow.
As all Things must –
I fade into shadow.

I wanted to walk tall.
But I now crawl.
As all Things must –
Into Darkness I fall.

I wanted to be wise and just.
But I now decay and rust.
As all Things must –
For Darkness I lust.

I wanted to be the cream.
But I now run out of steam.
As all Things must –
I wake up from my dream.

I wanted to be up so high.
But I now plummet from the sky.
As all Things must –
I realise it is all a lie.

I wanted the world under my thumb.
But I now feel comfortably numb..
As all Things must –
To Darkness I succumb.

I wanted a halo around my head.
But I now see crimson red.
As all Things must –
I walk among the dead.

I thought Life a caring nurse.
But I now see sepulchre and hearse.
As all Things must –
I am blighted by the Curse.

I wanted happiness and joy.
But I now flounder without beacon or buoy.
As all Things must –
I will devastate and destroy.

The Dark Side of the Moon.
The Legend of the Ancient Rune.
As all Things must –
I say it is my bane…it is my boon.

Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe

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