Skip to main content

Just another Brick in the Wall





Just another Brick in the Wall...

(shot near Chilika Lake,  intentionally not keeping the subject in focus)


Let me get lost in the crowd
Enough tried to be stronger and proud
Let me get dissolved
Be a brick in the wall.

Never been so negative in life
Not seeing any light this time
Every road has reached its end
There’s no way amicable to mend

Let me be just amongst the trillions
Enough tried to outshine the millions
Let me get dissolved
Be a brick in the wall.




[Wrote these utterly pessimistic lines keeping the old man disappearing in his background. Don't have exact idea, but I wasn't able to keep myself in his 'probable' mind setup and think positively]



Top Blogs Related Posts with Thumbnails

Enhanced by Zemanta
Labels:

Comments

  1. Deguide10 March 2011 at 10:09

    Nice share of photo.....only single photo let down Lolz

    ReplyDelete
  2. Unknown10 March 2011 at 10:58

    So dark, but liked it... I know you can write rhyme too.... go ahead and rock with your hilarious thoughts with simple words.....

    ReplyDelete
  3. Ghumakkar Punit10 March 2011 at 11:04

    @Deguide-- Glad that you like the post, all the pictures from our Chilika trip can be viewed here...
    https://picasaweb.google.com/itzpyunit/ChilikaLakeOdisha?feat=directlink

    @Abhishek--Thanku! :)

    ReplyDelete
  4. Agnivo10 March 2011 at 12:36

    Why is this poem so sad? :(

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Thanks for the visit! It would be great if you may spare a few seconds more to comment on the post...

Popular posts from this blog

Riders of the Nation of a Billion - Dimensions and Horizons

Incidentally I wrote a post of my tranformation from just around the corner corporate junkie into a Rider (for sure, still gradually) few days ago. Now, here are the Indibloggers with a Contest for the Bikers of the Nation with Castrol guys .  Evolving Biker Code of the Nation  When you look at the scenario of Biking in a general sense, you would be attracted by the road-rowdies and rookies who ride to spread nuisance and are mostly acknowledged for their deeds by the newspaper. Hooligans may be the right word. But, once you get involved with the passion, you would be able to see how the passion of Biking, or rather Riding, is evolving in the country where 2-wheelers over-power 4-wheelers by scores of galactic height, but have never earned respect on highways just coz they are the smallest-speeding machine there! I would try to let you through the Indian Riders tale, so that you  be able to appreciate how the riders of the Country are working, though in a segregative way
32 comments
Read more

An evening in the Chilika Lake

( This post has been published in TheViewspaper as The Paradise called Chilika ) This year seems to be much more happening than I expected. I realized it when I got an invitation from a senior colleague to attend his marriage at Bhubaneshwar. Hidden was another invitation to revisit the Puri- beach and also the Chilika Lake. I hadn’t still come out of the hangover of my pan-India ride , when the date to fly to the City of Temples knocked at doors. Packing the very morning of departure with least pairs of casuals and 3sets of party wears, I joined Kaustav and Abhimanyu bhaiya on our tour de Chilika and Puri, also the Odiya Wedding. Chilika Lake is the largest coastal lagoon in India and the second largest in World. It is an essentially shallow brackish water lagoon on the east coast, spread over the districts of Puri, Khurda and Ganjam of Odisa state. The lake, popularly known as Chilka, was designated the first Indian Wetland of International importance under the Ramsar
9 comments
Read more

...not just Right, it's My time to visit Melbourne NOW!

‘ Sir, wake up, it’s Victoria ’ some sort of voice-management, of course with due courtesy, and it banged on my ears again ‘ Sir? It’s Victoria, didn’t you want to get down here… ’ Fighting the universal conspiracy, I tried opening my eyes and listening to the conductor simultaneously,   yeaah multi-tasking ! ‘ Oh, yeah, thank you! Thanks !’ a formal smile, rubbed shoulders (it wasn’t crowded, I was yet sleepy) rubbing my eyes I stepped down of the tram. “ Wooo….Man! Where I am? This is not Kolakata, forget it, this is not even India !” I stepped down apparently from Kolkata Tramway at   Maidan   near Victoria Memorial, but it wasn’t the same. There was no   maidan , no typical Kolkata traffic, no Victoria Memorial and it was something else. Fishy! No it wasn’t fishy. I looked back at Tram, it wasn’t like Tram either. Highway 31 Bikers' Restaurant ‘ Have I had grass? No, neva! So, how did I disembark a metro when I picked up a tram an hour ago? ’ I
13 comments
Read more