Bend,Kick,Join.

I go to a swimming pool,
As I wanna do something cool,
And I enroll into the swimming school,
As I wanna swim by the rule!

I am put to a coach,
Who swims like a roach,
Who works with sloth,
As I wonder on what i got!

He walks around the pool,
Talks with his colleagues uncool,
To make an impression,
That i need to do something for his attention.

I wonder what to do,
I gotta make him do what he needs to,
I walk upto him,
And try talkin to him.

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I understand that,

To get him smile,

Requires me to bribe,

With a big gandhi in a smile.

He nods his head,
Even before a word is uttered,
And makes me wear a tube undetered.
This does make me rested and feel more protected.

He puts me on a side pipe,
Wants me to hold it tight,
He asks me to stiffen my hands,
And lighten my legs.

Then he holds my legs and starts his learned words,
Bend,Kick,Join.
Bend,kick, join.
Bend,kick, JOINN,

The words keep echoeing in my head,
I am fed with the routine to be kept,
I wonder have i got it right,
And my hands lighten and legs get stiffened.

And as I wonder about my new found fright,
And donna wanna appear a fool in sight,
I call him to guide me through,
As my routine turns into something i have made upto.

I wanna get my routine straight,
Wanted him to correct me right,
He holds my toe down,
And repeats, now our learned words.

Bend,Kick,Join.
bend,kick, join.
Bend,kick, JOINN,
bend,kick, Joinn.


-Santosh Gopi Nair

Afterword: This was my experience during my first day of swimming classes, don't know how much swimming i learned on that day, but definitely got an inspiration to sketch a funny poem. The whole experience of going to these classes is turning to be skeptically funny due to the corrupt slothy way the coaches there function; i am half way through the program now and still feel like a novice in this skill. I ain't know how better i am gonna swim after this whole program but do know that i got the survival skills (predominantly self learned by realisation once the protection tube was removed) to be in water for a while and swim kinda a survivor strugglin for survival. But i still remember the first and only coached lesson learned,...Bend,Kick,Join....Bend,Kick,Join.
...Bend,Kick,Join... guru ve namaha!

Imagination

Imagination is like a wild horse,

In a stable.

Its beautiful and calm,

Makes you believe in it!

Its under your control,

Its not?

Near it, you know it.

It needs to be tamed!

The stable is your brain,

It holds your imagination,

Its never in peace.

Its wildness is scary yet attractive!

You need to tame the horse,

You need to make it obey you,

You are its master,

Ride your imagination!

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-Santosh Gopi Nair

P.S.: The poem is mine and the pics are, thanks to the anonymous souls who load it on, google images. The first one is copyrighted to Bob though, thanks Bob.

White Paper

When one's born he's a white paper

Fresh and clean out of production,

Waiting to be written on,

Waiting for time's experimentation.

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The white paper gets known by

Whats on it, a painting,

Few well written verses,

Few scribblings or all in proportions.

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A white paper thats rejected and not used,

Turns out a dead orphan.

A white paper thats rejected but used,

Turns out a used orphan.

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A white paper thats scribbled on,

Turns out an unwanted ruffian.

A white paper thats written on,

Turns out a civilised human.

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A white paper thats scribbled and then written on,

Turns out a social parasite.

A white paper thats written and then scribbled on,

Turns out a rebel.

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A white paper thats used,

Neither written nor scribbled,

Is what that achieves its purpose,

Its painted!

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A white paper thats used,

And has all the above in proportions,

A jack of all trades,

Is a confused soul!

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A white paper thats (only)painted,

Exibits freedom,purpose and value.

Its a joy to all.

Its glorious colours shining!

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A white paper thats painted,

Gets treasured and respected,

For the work in it.

Making it proud of itself.

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A white paper thats painted,

Brings joy and happiness,

To its creators.

Making them proud of themselves.

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A white paper thats painted,

Brings beauty and pleasure,

To its many beholders.

Making them happy of this sheer joyful experience.

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A white paper thats painted,

Brings beauty and inspiration,

To its spectators.

Making them wanting to be a painted paper!

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-Santosh Gopi Nair

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Afterword:

A social parasite is nothing but a refined ruffian thats we can predominantly find in our society nowadays. Some examples are our political netas, read corrupt politicians(many with known criminal backgrounds, some convicted too), corrupt professionals like lawyers,doctors,teachers and engineers (you can find a chunk of this in the govt. sector), unethical businessman/industrialists and any human whose existence entitles to others suffering (his gain is proportional to others pain) can be termed a parasite.

A civilsed human does not have much significance in todays world as he is nothing but a raw material that oils the corrupt corporates and governments (watch Zeitgiest for more clarity on this),he is as much a part of corruption, just that he isn't much of a decision maker on how it is carried out,just a evolved follower of the same (check the previous blogs for videos explaining why?). Thus he is inferior to a painted person.

Some of the examples of a painted person are people who do their work out of joy and not any monetary benefits, sportpersons who enjoy their sport and would play even if there isn't much monetary benefits. The doctors who work for the downtrodden in the remote corners of the world. The actors who enact plays that are done for sheer joy and not much commercial benefits. The artists who perform their art as a way of their expression and nothing else. And many more whose life is like that of a candle in darkness, their fire brings light and can add fire to others life too!

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Now a question- Can all be a painted paper?

The answer to this- I wish this was possible, the world would definetely be what it was meant to be, the true heaven. I still feel one can be a painted paper no matter what stage of life he is in if he is lucky to be with a life artist (an enlightened person or his teachings through some form) for a while, who can change the scribblings and verses to colours, forming art thus making the one valued and wanted by all. Most importantly one exibits freedom of thought and action, a birthright denied to all, as one is more or less controlled by his social framework and not entirely by his thoughts. A pure thought without selfishness is true freedom of existence in action! - Santosh Gopi Nair

Summer Sundown

Walking on my roof top,
Watching the sun set
With my body dripping wet.
Wondering why the sun makes me rain sweat...


Heat of the summer,
Repeats the glasses of water I drink.
I wonder where the water goes,
My body shows where it does.


The sun shines brighter than ever,
I smile, looking brighter than ever,
The reason, the shine of my bright white teeth,
On my dark tanned face!


I look darker than ever,
As I was fried in the eternal heater forever,
I change colour, From the bright white day
To a dark black night with shimmering stars.

-Santosh Gopi Nair


P.S. Wow i am in a shock at penning my second poem, I thought the first one was a streak of imagination that comes once in a while, but the second one has given more confidence to pen more.... Ur comments on this, will strengthen my pursuit further....