Satoma Asadgamaya

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Monday, January 24, 2005

Reflections of Passion

Can't fight this feeling anymore.
Wonder what the future has in store.

Don't know what I ever did wrong
To deserve a punishment this long.

This existence I can no longer defend.
Sometimes I just wish it would all end.

At the end of the tunnel, is there light?
Will things around me ever be set right?

I feel so very listless and so very weak.
I sense my force vanishing down some leak.

Down my face, the tears begin to drop.
I desperately want everything to stop.

Though I had been trapped all this while.
I tried my best to take things with a smile.

I think that I have seen more than enough.
There's only so much I can take of such stuff.

I must admit that teachers/mentors I have none
Who may show me how this tangle may be undone.

But I know that this malaise now runs too deep.
Upon my very soul it begins to slealthily creep.

Shut outside the precincts of salvation,
In a mad frenzy, I search for redemption.

By mighty unseen powers I have been bound,
Holding me from going where it may be found.

For some this is the way it is meant to be.
From this stark reality I can no longer flee.

One day I sat by the seashore all alone.
And my heart - I saw it turn into stone.

One last shudder of great torment
I roared till all that remained was rent.

"O Human! I make you the King Aragorn!"
"Never!" And the Dark Lord was reborn.

Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe

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Sunday, January 16, 2005

To the Ethics Champion's Medal

O Most Mighty and Magnificent Medal!
Thine aura, across the universe, does straddle.

Such is thy blindingly dazzling lustre
Thine enemies are left in a state of fluster.

I must admit with a fair bit of glee
That they're all green with envy.

My embellished chest swells with solemn pride
When admirers say their tears haven't yet dried.

I thank thy creator most selfless.
How noble of it to deign to bless!

A mortal who would be but a minion.
But thanks to thee, I'm now Champion.

Cheered on by starry-eyed masses
Each and everyone of whom's in sunglasses.

I fondly recall that glorious parade
For which a customised red carpet was laid.

Never before had the world seen such gold
As the day, thee, I did gallantly hold.

It was the day when heads did turn.
With rage and jealousy, even the sun did burn.

Thou art the beacon on the journey to ethics.
Eternal, unlike disbelieving irreverent pricks.

I bask in the the light thee doth shower.
I draw inspiration from thy great power.

Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe

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Saturday, January 15, 2005

The Fellowship of the Ring

It was long ago on Middle-earth
That this story actually took birth.

Hear now of the Lord of the Rings
The epic that flies on Tolkien’s wings.

Hidden in the green fields of the Shire
Was that to which the Dark Lord did aspire.

A ring forged in the fires of Mt. Doom
For the purpose of destruction and gloom.

Bilbo Baggins left for ancient Rivendell,
Leaving Frodo the key to eternal hell.

The tiny hobbit’s big heart was true
But of things to come he hadn’t a clue.

Gandalf bade him go to the town of Bree.
Along the way, from the Nazgul he did flee.

Sam, Merry and Pippin were with him,
Steadfast, whenever his eyes grew dim.

The foursome faced many an arduous test
Until they met Tom Bombadil in the old forest.

At the Prancing Pony was a personage so rare
That he could have been none but Isuldur’s heir.

Aragorn defended them all alone at Weathertop
But one of the Morgul blades he could not stop.

Frodo was stabbed and fatally injured.
It was only by Elves that he could be cured.

The frightening Nazgul pursued them still
Whence the Loudwater swelled at Elrond’s will.

The apostles of Mordor were swept away.
In Imladris, Frodo saw the light of day.

So wondrous and fair, it was the greatest Elvish bastion.
Of the Great War, Elrond was the last champion.

Men, Dwarves and Elves attended a great council
To summon all of Middle-earth’s collective will.

Reforged was Anduril – the blade that was broken.
In Men, lost strength and valour were re-awoken.

The One Ring was to be unmade in the mountain of fire.
A Fellowship of nine was entrusted with this task dire.

Thence they journeyed south unto Caradhras
But the mighty mountain would not let them pass.

Thus were they forced into the dreaded deep
Of the Mines of Moria where ancient evils did sleep.

Orcs descended upon them from dark holes.
To contend with, there were also huge cave trolls.

Gandalf and the Balrog fought a battle awesome
As they plummeted down the Bridge of Khazad-dum.

So ended the life of Gandalf the Grey.
It was left to Aragorn to show them the way.

They reached the woods of Lothlorien
Of which Galadriel was the guardian.

In her mirror did Frodo see the Great Eye
Perched atop Barad-dur, under the black sky.

It was a journey down the great Anduin
In the quest to expiate Isuldur’s sin.

On the slopes of Amon Hen did they land.
It would prove to be the Fellowship’s last stand.

The orcs carried off Merry and Pippin.
In Boromir did Gondor lose its kin.

Frodo and Sam chose the eastward path of hardship
And thus ended that eventful Fellowship.

Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe

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Saturday, January 08, 2005

Something for you

Mad thoughts do I embrace,
On divine recollections of your face.
You are so amazingly pretty.
You light up this dark city.

My heart always skips a beat,
Through my daydreams when you fleet.
Of Beauty, you are the epitome.
You are the queen of my kingdom.

The way you burst into a smile...
Oh! My senses you do beguile.
The merest hint of disdain
And all I feel is excruciating pain.

One dainty little toss,
Your hair cascades into a river of gloss.
Your eyes are pools of indescribable deep.
Since I saw you, I've not known sleep.

You are the one.
From your thoughts I cannot run.
The day I don't see you,
My spirits - they go blue.

You are the loveliest of flowers,
It must have taken all of His powers.
You are all grace and elegance.
You are the fruit of long penance.

Your perfection transcends every peak.
You make my knees go wobbly and weak.
You make my heart burn like fiery coal.
Oh! You are the sun of my planetary soul.

I've seriously gone nuts,
I've had to summon all my guts,
To tell you how I feel.
Believe me - it is so very real.

Perhaps you will understand.
And let me hold your hand.
Let me take you out for a treat
And sweep you off your feet.

Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe

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