The Hunter And The Vulture (inspired by a telugu poem which i read in my 6th std)- Sandy Fresh and bright was the winter morning washed and painted was the forest like. Humming a song, a hunter was moving along, the narrow path of the forest thick. Said the vulture, sitting on a tree, “hunter, you seem to be happy.” “Yes” said the hunter, looking at the bird, “I became a father from yesterday night.” “Congratulations,” wished the bird, “may your child become the king of hunters.” Feeling happy the hunter told the vulture,“thank you very much, I’ll leave you alive.” “No,” said the bird, “you kill me now and leave my children.”“Neither you will be killed, nor your children” assured the hunter.“But I don’t know how your children look like.”“The most beautiful are my children,” told the vulture and flew into the sky.Evening was it, cold was the weather, Waiting was the vulture for its loving children. Then it saw the hunter coming towards her, hung on his shoulders were the birds he hunted. Vulture felt very sad seeing the birds, All those were her children whom she loves the most. “Why did you kill my children in spite of telling you not?”I didn’t kill your children, all these are ugly birds. The great mother fell down on the earth with a broken heart. * * * My Good Old Village....- Sandy 
My Village - Then and Now.
After 3 long years, a visit to my village brought me great disappointment.
Where is the pond which welcome me at the entrance of the village with its sparkling water?
Where is the muddy road that is filled with the cool breeze from the adjacent paddy fields?
Where are the trees that extend their branches to shadow the road?
Why is the big old neem tree abandoned which used to hold the village gatherings?
Why is the rice mill which was always busy with people discussing their business was deserted?
Where are the huts which looked like mushrooms when seen from my terrace?
Where are the cattle which raised the dust every evening while coming back home?
Where are the folk songs of the village women every evening?
Where are Ravi and Sinu who accompany me during my stay in the village?
Where is the village priest who smiles at me when I pass that way?
Why are the distant hills towards which I used to look and spend hours not visible now?
Where are the bushes bearing wild flowers which fill the country path with pleasant scent?
Where have the kids who used to come and play in the small canal near my house disappeared?
why are the rhythmic sounds of bullock carts not heard now?
Answer:
People have been educated and became decent.
Televisions have come up and people spend their evening watching TV.
People started migrating towards towns and cities as they found farming is not profitable.
Cement roads have come up and mud roads vanished along with the trees and the wild bushes all along the path.
Due to population growth tall building have come up and obstruct the distant hills.
Children started going to town schools and they are not left with any time to play.
Farmers started using tractors and stop rearing cattle.
Innocent Mother- SandyMother told me to go to distant lands
I asked what for
to learn and earn like learned
i asked what for
to get all the riches
to get all the honour
to get all the fame
to get all pleasures of the world
to get all the great people as friends
innocent mother....she is like a flower tree
who wish her flower could decorate the royal vasewhile her flower wish to remain with the tree. Farmer and the lord of rains - SandyThat year is not like any other bad years.
There were rains at right time;
no floods and droughts.
farmers were very happy.
There was a good yield.
crops were harvested, packed
and were left in the fields as there was no sign of rain.
They went home and slept happily.
there was a big rain that night
The farmers were shocked and ran to their fields.
All the grains were wet and became useless.
All the years hard work was lost.
They were frightened of their debuts.
Ranga was one of them,
he was very upset and abused rain god
Who was responsible for the disaster.
Then the god appeared before him.
“Ranga, why did you abuse me?” asked god.
“why did you do this? we never failed to conduct prayers and sacrifices.” said Ranga.
"ranga i havent done anything, i tried to stop this disaster but i am helpless."
“a program was set for every thing in this universe.
All the bodies function according to the set program.
The animals, birds, plants, planets, sun, moon; even the seasons.
Only humans were given intelligence.
They were given the power to think, analyze
and function on their own.
But what have you done?
You have disturbed the whole universe.
All the programs were corrupted and not under my control.
And now you have to face the consequences of your deeds.
I am totally not responsible for this disaster, Ranga.”
* * *
The I- SandyI dont like what I do
Because I dont know what to do
I dont like what I got
Because I dont know what I want
I dont like what I like
Because I dont know what to like
I dont like what I am
Because I don't know what I am
The Happiness
- Sandy
If sorrow is the darkness, you are the sun
If sorrow is the desert, you are the oasis
If sorrow is the death, you are the nectar
Fuel in the sun may get exhausted
Water in the oasis may get evaporated
The immortelles power of the nectar may get vanished
But happiness in you may remain for ever
Victim of your faces
- Sandy
I am victimized by your two faces.
One very old and very bright;
Its radiance of love is so intense that it concealed every thing;
I could feel nothing except its love.
Other is very new and very dark;
Its gloom of deception is so intense that it concealed every thing including you;
I could only see your dark face in the light of my anger which melted like candle in no time.
Now I am incarcerated in that darkness.
I am living with memories of your bright face in this dark world waiting for new light;
Give an end to this everlasting wait by throwing beams of your radiance of love into this unknown world of painful memories.
Your Eyes….!!
-Sandy
Your eyes are flowers;
Their nectars can neutralize bitter relations of the worlds.
Your eyes are valleys;
Their loneliness can captivate the grief of the worlds.
Your eyes are forests;
Their density can hide the cruelty of the worlds.
Your eyes are volcanoes;
Their lava when hot can destroy the impurities and when cold becomes the purest body of the worlds
Your eyes are black holes;
Their gravity can absorb the pain of the worlds.
Your eyes are Himalayas;
Their colds can cool the fire of deceived hearts of the worlds.
Your eyes are oceans;
Their waters can dissolve the sorrows of the world.
NOW THE WORLD REGRETS FOR GIVING THEIR PATENT TO YOUR husband.
The Ruler
- Sandy
When your defeat becomes my victory and victory becomes my defeat,
Something I need that is beyond victory and defeat to rule your heart.
When you hate my love and love my hatred,
Something I need that is beyond love and hatred to rule your heart.
When you feel bad for my good and good for my bad,
Something I need that is beyond good and bad to rule your heart.
When you loose from my gain and gain from my loss,
Something I need that is beyond gain and loss to rule your heart.
When your sorrow becomes my happiness and happiness becomes my sorrow, Something I need that is beyond happiness and sorrow to rule your heart.
If DEATH is that something needed to rule your heart, she is WELCOME.
ONLY A DAD
Edgar Albert Guest (1881-1959
Only a dad with a tired face,
Coming home from the daily race,
Bringing little of gold or fame
To show how well he has played the game;
But glad in his heart that his own rejoice
To see him come and to hear his voice.
Only a dad with a brood of four,
One of ten million men or more
Plodding along in the daily strife,
Bearing the whips and the scorns of life,
With never a whimper of pain or hate,
For the sake of those who at home await.
Only a dad, neither rich nor proud,
Merely one of the surging crowd,
Toiling, striving from day to day,
Facing whatever may come his way,
Silent whenever the harsh condemn,
And bearing it all for the love of them.
Only a dad but he gives his all,
To smooth the way for his children small,
Doing with courage stern and grim
The deeds that his father did for him.
This is the line that for him I pen:
Only a dad, but the best of men.
The Good Old Days
-Author Unknown
A computer was something on TV
From a science fiction show of note
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the cousin of a goat.
Meg was the name of my girlfriend
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bytes.
An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A curser used profanity
A keyboard was a piano.
Memory was something you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
And if you had a 3-in. floppy
You hoped nobody found out.
Compress was something you did to the trash
Not something you did to a file
And if you unzipped anything in public
You'd be in jail for a while.
Log on was adding wood to the fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a backup happened to your commode.
Cut you did with a pocket knife
And paste you did with glue
A web was simply a spider's home
And a virus was just the flu.
I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory that's in my head
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
But when it happens they'll wish they were dead.
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