Patronym

Patronym is the name typically derived from father or ancestor.

Powell (ap Hywel)
Carlsson
Stefanovic
Macdonald

O'Connor (grandson of Connor)
de Costa
Dupree
Von Duhlen
Van Basten
Da Cunha
Bin Laden

Sandbed of Pain

With what hope

Do I create my playhouse

On a sandbed of pain?

Destiny with my luck toys

Night and day

On a sandbed of pain.

Alack this heart! 

Why doesn't it lose hope?

Whatever little it wants

It gets none, whatsoever none!

Who knows why 

Clouds only fill up my sky!

Destiny with my luck toys

Night and day

On a sandbed of pain.

Each day rises a new sun, 

Each day brings a new dawn -

But in my life's gloom

Neither rises the sun

Nor comes the dawn.

The world bade me bye -

as if it called and said,

"there's no place here,

you are a nobody."

My tired soles give up

In the distressed gloom

Seeking a path

On a sandbed of pain.

With what hope

Do I create my playhouse

On a sandbed of pain?

This is a translation of Bengali song

Train of Thoughts

Why does it tend to be this way?

They expect me to be on the rail

And scorned me each time I fail.

My train of attention

     derails before thy station

Oh lord! oh the mastermind!

Why can't I train my mind?

Why don't you take my gift away

and let me mind my thought train

from being so astray!

Mindless

Trapped in the labyrinth of his mind,

     he goes mindless,

Strapped in his own space,

     numbed by his own comfort zone,

          mindless, he sits hapless.

And sounds of doors,

     closing  one after the other,
     clamor through his empty mind.

With each closing door sighs yet

          another window of opportunity.

He wonders, where on the way,
        at which turn in his journey
        keys that had worked before,
        keys that opened these very doors

               turned useless. 

In sheer restlessness he wonders,

       if lost are the keys
       or the lock got changed on him.
       

Sounds like these, 

       thoughts like these,

       keep creeping smoothly. steadily.
       like the keys of a piano.

       like the tick of a timepiece. 

Only this one is out of tune.
Only this one is out of time.

Caught in the labyrinth of his own mind,
he sits mindless. hapless. wondering. 

Slide

However hard I try
can't stop the slide
I asked aloud why
But no one replied.

Ideas fetch no cent
when life's out of rhyme
useless is a talent
that has run out of time

Blinded by vision
crippled by pride
can see no option
can't stop the slide

2014-11-27
North Lake Tahoe