If you can dream it!!

Teak angles in my line of sight, a runner saunters in,
He’s got a parcel in hand, the rustle of something grand,
The ferns in silver silos reflect the polished marble tiles,
But where have I gone missing, gone missing in these files?

Today I ran the Hudson, and saw its panoramic views,
I held fast on blistering marches, arctic mesmerizing hues,
I bobbed with lunar forces, saw the world in green and blue,
Then I drove my polished Bentley and had my evening meal with you.

I took lessons from Chet Atkins and now the ladies swoon,
I leapt miles with gifted Neo and he told me, ‘there’s no spoon’
We run the sod just me and zizou and I see magic in his form,
Then I unwind in my Jacuzzi with the water set to warm.

These candid verses are all we have, let these anecdotes endure,
And you can play the tambourine when the Mike Rotch go on tour,
But if our lives were set to music, we’d hear leads at every turn,
They’d be cowbells, harps and fallen dresses, they’d be cause for some concern!

Azam Noon '09.

the only go between

I greet the man with the bass in his voice and imagine him on the radio.
I go quiet to music that says, ‘o desert speak to my heart, o woman of the earth, maker of children that weep for love’ because it sounds like my native indian alter ego.
I get a tingling sensation in my shoulders when bono sings ‘after the flood all the colors came out’ because it fills me with hope.
I look at my bruised elbow and smile because I need the proof.
I see hints of me in you and you in me but I can’t tell if your being sarcastic or complementing.
I have lunch, dessert and almost have an accident. My near life experiences.
I run in the twilight and work on my form, lest I be dismissed as just another suit.

Just another day, this 22nd of April?
No. Not for me.

lest we become predictable

Some tactless case of fool me twice,
Had the quietest eyes when they fooled him thrice,
We’re reluctant to yield to this specious allure,
and tarnished we hope on the whims of the pure.

Why have you come here? Did you come bearing gifts?
Have you come to relinquish, Come to patch up the rifts?
Here you come with your swagger, your haughty veneer,
And the iced tea your sipping has the feel of chilled beer.

I’m sober, I’m clean and I run so I’m lean,
but I know that you don’t think too highly of me,
So I’ve come in this palette but please let things be.

The corruptor of people says the same things I say,
And when I look in the mirror it shows an ominous fey,
But we live and we learn and we sin and we dine,
I wake up in places where I burn just to shine…

You will not be remembered, you’ve been living a lie,
And you can work on impressions like the square root of pi,
But the world will remember a boy bound to fail,
In the memoirs of greatness, in importance you’ll pale.

You don’t know me…
You don’t know me…
Some time has passed, sense replaces my form,
And one comes out all sodden, after facing the storm,
But this ivy can vouch for my deeds and my pace,
So I’m done with concessions, and you're done saving face.

Azam Noon 09.

OYE!!

in a burst of compassion, the country head sends the following email.

First mail from country head:
NAILS IN THE FENCE
Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence. (Most importantly the last sentence).
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence... Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all.
He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.
The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, 'You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out but It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound will still be there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Remember that friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us.'
It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND, even if it means sending it back to the person who sent it to you! If it comes back to you, you will then know you have a circle of friends.
YOU ARE MY FRIEND AND I AM HONORED!
Now send this to every friend you have! And to your family (they need to know that you love them too).
Please forgive me if I have ever left a 'hole' in your fence.

*Woah. What glaring innuendos but more pertinent is every branch manager's dilemma.

BM: Azam, I have just received this email. I wan't to compose a reply in good english because i wan't to convey to the country head that I am his friend.
AN: Maam, just write 'we forgive you'
BM: khahahaha... no no! We can't do that. We will write sir you have always guide us and if you have been firm it has been for our betterment.
AN: Maam, thats perfect.
*mail sent*

Second mail from country head:
Please don't respond
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Sent from BlackBerry Wireless Handheld.