Pied Beauty

I love the poem Pied Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins. There is a lyrical quality about it which makes it beautiful – enjoy!

GLORY be to God for dappled things— 
  For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; 
    For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; 
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; 
  Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;         
    And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim. 
 
All things counter, original, spare, strange; 
  Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) 
    With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; 
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:          
                  Praise Him.

Where the mind is without fear

This is one of my favourite poems by Rabindranath Tagore, who won the Nobel Prize for Literature almost 100 years ago…

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

Write like no one’s reading

 

Write like no one’s reading

         Read like no one’s blogging

Blog like no one’s following

         Follow like no one’s leading

This is my 75th post (whoa) since I started blogging in Jan this year.      

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Much appreciated!

The Road Most Taken

Two roads diverged ahead of me, and I –
I took the one most  travelled by.
Well tread, stomped on,
Walked upon, driven on –
The  imprint of  travellers.
Scanty grass & leaves well trodden on,
Walkers, shoes, wheels, headlights,
Fellow wayfarers,
All clearly visible.
So it is that I am where I am,
That road made all the bledgy difference, damn!

 

P.S. With all due respect & apologies to Robert Frost whose poem ‘The Road Not Taken’ was the source of  ‘inspiration’ for this. And my writing is getting from bad to verse!

Yikes, it’s Jargon!

P L E A S E  save me from the Jargon monster!

O Jargon – how do I hate thee? Let me count the ways…

If I could leverage you out of my life per se, I would.
If I could optimise you to gain strategic realignment maybe I should.
If I could just throw you above the line –
Or have you grounded below the line,
And get you to remove your game plan which has no synergy with mine. 

 

Your perspective doesn’t quite add up,
Especially when you articulate a meaningless framework.
Your vertical has a slant to it, like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
So stop thinking outside the box
Use it to collect low hanging fruit or catch a fox.

 

You are not superman so don’t bother trying to build the plane as you fly it.
Paradigm shifted a long time ago when you were not looking
&
The business model too.
Come on get intuitive about the bigger picture.
Ditch the elevator pitch.
Go on a deep dive to Maldives instead & let’s touch base when you are back.

 

Get off your high horse & start from ground reality.
You’ve been on the drawing board for way too long.
So ramp up, sync up & circle back,
So we can see the deliverable before the light.
It takes two to tango you see,
And at the end of the day…it’s night.

 

Global warming going on so please don’t boil the ocean single-handedly,
Try immersing yourself in it instead.
The bottom line is eroding & the scenario is changing, gotta gain traction.
Let’s put a hard stop to the dynamics & submit a plan of action.
The key takeaway is let the workstreams dry, but let the data points be.
It’s never too late to go to market & stay ahead of the curve you see. 

 

 

P.S. If you didn’t understand…that’s great!  🙂
And as you can see, writing poetry is not one of my core competencies!