Poetry Thursday (My week 13.0)

My happy sorry land

by Khalil A. Cassimally

What is this land?
Sand and sand with no man
So immense and yet so barren.

In this land
There is no interference
No pollution.

In this land
There are no birds singing
No life.

But I’m happy
To see this land
Worthless to most of us
But pure and untouched,
A sorry land.

The land the gods didn’t see
The land forgotten by the babies
The land left on its own, in peace.

I’m happy
To see this land
Worthless to most of us
But pure and untouched,
A sorry land.

A sorry land
Where I run and laugh
A sorry land
Where tears and fears do not have a place.

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Note:

• A place only I know, in other words.
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Poetry Thursday (My week 12.0)

Fly to Me

Don’t turn your back on me
Conceal and protect me
I need you to stop me from reeling around
The time’s gonna come when
You no longer need me
But stay by my side til the sun has gone down

When I am an old man and live by the sea
Will all your thoughts fly to me

As much as I want to
I can’t hold onto you
When will you return to your old home again
May love lie around you
Good fortune surround you
You know where to turn to when you need a friend

When I am an old man and live by the sea
Will all your thoughts fly to me
When I’m far away from the places we’ve grown
Will all your love bring me home

When I am an old man and live by the sea
Will all your thoughts fly to me
When I’m far away from the places we’ve known
Will all your love bring me home

Bring me home

KEANE
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Note:

• Sharing some great lyrics.  You can get the lyrics of other KEANE songs here, including all info about the band’s albums and singles and stuff.
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Liverpool fans are cute

Liverpool FC is playing Newcastle United as I’m writing this.  I’m obviously following the match through the BBC’s live text service.  Amazing stuff really.

Following Liverpool got me thinking about another thing, however: Liverpool fans are cute.  One of my girl friends (two words) told me this once.  Apparently Liverpool fans are more cute and kind as compared to our arch-rivals Man United, whose fans are supposedly more outspoken, rough and the cliche manly-type, if you know what I mean.

It may seem strange but there are some pronounced differences between Liverpool fans and Man United ones.

Ummm…

66min: Still 1-0 (Kuyt) in Liverpool’s favour.
73min: Looks like we’re in for a nerve-straining last 15 minutes as we’re still in front by one goal only.
78min: 2-0 (Alonso).  I can breathe.

FT: Liverpool 2 – 0 Newcastle

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The mystery that is miscalling

Ah, miscall! For those who are not too mobile phone savvy, miscalling is the act of phoning someone on the latter’s mobile number but disconnecting/ending the call after the first ring.

Simple enough but what’s the point, you ask? Well, to be fair, that’s the big mystery.  Obviously, I first used miscalling as a “call me” message.  Like, I would miscall someone and he would call me back.

I have to say, I was very old-fashioned then.

Once, a long time ago, one of my best friends miscalled me.  Innocent as I was, I texted her to ask why she had called.

“You called? What’s up?”
“No, nothing.  I was only thinking about you, that’s all.”

“Oh, very cool indeed.  Always knew I am this special.  Ok, I don’t want to seem like an idiot but why miscall then?”
“Don’t worry about the idiot thing, you do sound like one now.  Kidding! Well, I didn’t really have anything to say so I just miscalled.  That’s what we  do when we think about someone: miscall.”

“Um… seems stupid but I suppose I’m in the fun now, aren’t I?”
“You sure are.”

So, I got to know that miscall means to tell someone that you’re thinking about him/her.  Well, the concept is not as stupid as I once thought.  I mean it’s a great way to express a feeling, isn’t it?

My girlfriend and I however use miscalls in a slightly different way.

19:03- Vibrations emitted by my mobile phone.  My girlfriend just misscalled.  I admit that it’s three “bzzzzzz”s and not one. -Bzzzzzz.  Bzzzzzz.  Bzzzzzz.
19:03- Yes, I’m miscalling her now – Toooooooooo.  Tooooooooooo. Toooooooo.

19:04 – Vibrations indeed – Bzzzzzzzzz.  Bzzzzzzzzz.
19:06 – Indeed! – Toooooooo.  Toooooooooo.  Toooooooo.

“We could go on like this for ages.”
“Yeah.  Want to chat tonight?”

“Of course.”
“Cool.”

Miscalling is a way of interaction and it’s as simple as that.  I don’t think there’s anything more to add.

UPDATE: Why don’t you people post something about those funny, weird and yet, modern (huh!) ways of communication? It may be cool.

UPDATE 2: Yes, I’m in a particularly good mood tonight.  Miles different from this!

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National geographic’s definition of football

A team kicking the ball to each other, passing into empty space that is suddenly filled by a player who wasn’t there two seconds ago and who is running at full pelt and who without looking or breaking stride knocks the ball back to a third player who he surely can’t have seen, who, also at full pelt and without breaking stride, then passes the ball, at say 60 miles an hour, to land on the head of a fourth player who has run 75 yards to get there and who, again all in stride, jumps and heads the ball with, once you realize how hard this is, unbelievable power and accuracy toward a corner of the goal just exactly where the goalkeeper, executing some complex physics entirely without conscious thought and through muscle-memory, has expected it to be, so that all this grace and speed and muscle and athleticism and attention to detail and power and precision will never appear on a score sheet and will be forgotten by everybody a day later—this is the strange fragility, the evanescence of soccer.

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Poetry Thursday (My week 11.0)

by Khalil A. Cassimally

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I am crying about it

What kind of man makes his friend cry?
What kind of person who cannot keep a secret?
What is the use of having those people on Earth?
Why do they have to be respected?

But maybe, they didn’t do it on purpose
Maybe it just skipped out
Maybe they regret it
Maybe they are crying about it.

Maybe I am crying about it
Maybe I am crying about it
Maybe I am crying about it
I am so sorry.

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Note:

• It’s actually been some time since I last posted a poem which flows in the same vein as the one posted by Poetry Thursday.  But this one above, is how I’ve been feeling during this week.  You get the picture.
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How some friends have changed after 7 years

I only go to school twice a week.  It’s only one month from the exams and obviously, everyone is busy at home revising, doing their tuition work and watching some Lost episodes on dvd.  But it’s still cool to go to school from time to time though: one can socialise (and play some football as well)!

Actually two weeks ago, I met a friend, whom I haven’t seen for quite a long time.  And we started to talk.  We started to talk about football, like every other guy would, girls, cliche, and then the conversation drifted to friends.  We talked about those guys who were in the same class as ours in our first three years (before we all changed class due to subject combination).

The old memories rushed back.  We were free then; no important exams to worry about, no girlfriends to worry about, no nothing… The wicked stuff we were doing in Friday’s last class of English literature came back and we both laughed again, remembering.

And then we started discussing about each of our former classmates.  Some were as cool as you would have expected them to be years back.  Others became good-for-nothings, and a fair number had immigrated: 4 in a class of 35 pupils have immigrated (to Uk and Canada) actually.

Amongst those who had immigrated though, one came back.  Apparently he had a row with his dad out there and returned to live with his mom.  But he also got in disagreement with his mother and left his home.  This guy had received an aggregate of 6 (best) for his S.C exams and he is now working as a waiter in some restaurant.  To be able to live a life.  I can still remember him; how he was seven years ago.

It’s amazing how people change.  It really is.

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