WALK ….FOR ALL THOSE WHO LIVE…

                         FOR ALL THE WALKS OF LIFE.....

                            FOR  ALL WALKS FOR BETTER LIFE…..

   

 

 

The topic of late, amidst all the forty plus aged men’s group,
And the hotly discussed casein every major health forums,
In pursuit among other gossips within the women’s soup,
Heads the doctor’s order to reduce the fat in the diet columns.

Advice oft given here in repeat, eat less and burn more fats,
Real culprit, the low density lipoproteins that carry the sterols,
Clogging the coronary vessels, the hearts in disease, says stats,
Brains in roll everywhere, for ways to stall bad cholesterols.

History rolled back, we all travelled on feet for many a century
Then came carts, bicycles, mopeds and the four wheelers,
Shortened thus our travel time, saving fat and saving energy,
Advent of communication revolution worsening the matters.

Our body fat now in accumulation, ala money, now in deposits,
Fixed fats, accumulated with interest, deposited everywhere,
Less work with more comforts in life, lifestyle now in new shifts,
The lifestyle diseases, the new sobriquet too is coined here.

The morbidity, thus starts from here, clubbing many a disease,
The graph showing a steep upward climb, unmindful of the age,
Many an adult death, in their mid forties on a sharp increase,
The writing is clear on the wall, the demon holding center stage.

Brains rolled, again in overtime, following the commoner’s plea,
The drugs in contention at best can reduce morbidity, no more,
Exercise can burn many a joule, yet not in everybody’s cup of tea,
More activity, less fat in store, the walk to health washed ashore.

Apart from thinning waistlines, boosts muscles and our bones,
Gains a control over many a disease, coordinates body encore,
Relaxing our mind with ease, oft in reverberating overtones,
The brisk walks bring better gains, the message here for sure.

The Idyllic abyss - The Grand Canyon effect

   Oh! on my maiden trip to America, I was on cloud nine,

   All  I had learnt and heard is from the print and net

   Vast country that proudly claiming many a time zone,

   Initial lessons cast my psyche an everlasting imprint.

   One of my sojourn was a trip to the mountain pass,

   Grand Canyon, they told me, I just gave a deaf ear,

   May be my idiocy, I thought its just another to pass ,

   The curtain raiser, the show, that made me peer .

   The word meaning told me it’s a deep mountain pass

   Often a river dividing the pass, here it’s the Colarado

   Millions of years of erosive effort to carve an abyss

   History dates back, Colarado carving this ravine too,

   Three hundred miles long, a mammoth one, unimaginable 

   All eighteen miles in width, indeed six thousand feet high

   Layers of sedimentary rocks bemusing even the venerable,-

   Geologist’s paradise, a never ending practical precipice,

   The Colorado plateau, the conducive winds, river water,

   Collectively reforming a visual breath taking spectacle,

   Lava turning the sediments, metamorphosis within crater,

   The magmas flowing from under the rocks’ receptacle ,

  The melt, the minerals and the gases alter the texture,

  Cooled to form  the granites, the limestone phenomenon,

  The proterozoic era, saw the mountain building nature

  Lifting and erosions did the rest, to form a  rare canyon,

  Mezozoic era, reigned the canyon area with  dinosaurs

  Lost out  in the cinozoic era when mammals took over

  Volcanic turbulence, the snow cutting and dry weathers  

  Acted to convert  into a breathtaking spectacle forever,

  Violent storms and flash floods, fast downcuts in the rocks

  Combined with slow widening, truly natures’ fascination

  Lack of moisture refines the naked rock’s added stocks,

 The red wall lime stones and the sandstone, sans erosion

 Chiseling the older crystalline rocks into the  granite rocks, 

 The pleasant bus drives enabling the breath taking delight,

 The enthralling helicopter, the astonishing view in stocks,

 This idyllic abyss, stands apart, beholds one and all in sight.

  

A CORPSE’S DEADLY DREAMS

Every man or woman born under the sun do nurture ambition,
None is an orphan, to begin with, at least one at your bedside,
Be with two of those chromosomes, a pair, indeed is a passion,
Here I was lucky to have them, when I cried first, by my side.

Years rolled, I was a naughty boy, like many of you, I presume,
But not as bright as you because ,I was numero uno in mark list,
If read from bottom to top, carefree and ever rolling in plume,
Then came the twin disaster, you can never imagine, the twist.

Parents left me one by one, as if in a hurdle chase, all in a trice,
I was stranded ,helpless , an orphan at the tender age of five,
Fate won’t leave anyone, I got a messiah, I grew up, but unwise
Schooling , sans ambitions, Alas! cometh a swarm of bees alive.

Fate befell, again orphaned in persona, safety, and in thought,
Vagabond in nutshell, life, like a boat without sails and a shore,
Penniless, jobless, who will care me, indeed I was distraught,
Falling ill for cause unknown, landed in a clinic for poor’s chore.

Angels there helped me no further, I knew I was a sinking ship,
Hepatic Coma, doctors whispered, I guessed, yet I couldn’t resist,
With none to help my cause, a wild dream! my senses did weep,
The body after death to anatomy, in sarcasm told one internist .

On my naked body once you learnt anatomy, four decades before,
Dreams I had, like you, unfilled though, but none such any more,
Had a hoary years of childhood and youth ,no regrets anymore,
My body and me for a noble cause, corpses cant’ dream any more.

FROM FRIVOLITY TO DOOMSDAY

   

We the homosapiens differ from the four legged mammals

The fourteen hundred grams of neurons of the grey matter,

Exceeds by volume and number compared to these animals,

Yet we humans, though wise trail them in many a matter.

Inventions made our lives easy on earth by leaps and bounds,

Travelling by many routes made all of us save many a hour,

Commuting at our fingertips, the world now so small, it sounds,

Yet we sometimes lose our years and life, to save just an hour.

Advances in medicine too took giant leaps in the last century,

 Critical care is the watchword for any ail, in any urgent state,

Accidents take a lion share, at times flooding the mortuary,

Many such are manmade, a few seconds may enforce that state.

The neurons need rest, recoup their glucose, aided by sleep,

The eyelids do suffer the same, oh! worsened by the gravity,

The darkness, silence   all around aid the events in a sweep,

A split second blemish, all in combine adding to the intensity.

Such a mishap did occur recently, a violin maestro succumbed,

The late night drive, the crowded schedule and a lazy triviality,

Failing to keep the falling eyelids up for a  split second indeed,

The crash, rung the death knell for the maestro with intensity.

Two year cute tot was crushed, the baby seat may be insecure,

Yet the precious baby fell prey to the avoidable travel itinerary,

Such accidents do come often, we never introspect but ignore,

We can blame and ruin our life but  child’s safety is a top priority.

Young maestro’s life cut short, the tiny tot never saw the world,

These mishaps do occur, it does reign or rain  here or anywhere

Night drives, that too with tots, never throw caution to the wind,

Never drive to doomsday, for somebody awaits you somewhere.