Tela
The sky is burning in this lonely man
And I kneel by the river and I feel the sand and the wind
The wind from beyond the mountain
The wind from beyond the mountain
And she comes to me in this lonely land
And looks down from the multi-beast on which she rides like the wind
The wind from beyond the mountain
The wind from beyond the mountain
Tela was born in a vulgar crooked hut
In the shadow of wilsons castle
Venomous scorn from a life of bitter toil
In the shadow of wilsons castle
Glory esteem fueled by her hatred it grew
Swelling to the point where it would
Burst at the seems there was nothing she could do
Tela tela jewel of wilsons foul domain
Tela tela jewel of wilsons foul domain
A lullaby the breezes whisper
And I look into her eyes and my frozen heart begins to thaw
And burns, til layer after layer melts away into a pool
A sky blue mirror of her eyes
And my soul is made of marble but in her gaze I crumble into dust
And drift away on the wind
The wind from beyond the mountain
The wind from beyond the mountain
Tela grew strong from her struggle to endure
In the shadow of wilsons castle
Time touched her wounds and shelter proved the cure
In the shadow of wilsons castle
Each passing day seemed to feed the brazen serpent locked inside
And liberate the spirit shed concealed for so long
There was no place left to hide
Tela tela jewel of wilsons foul domain
Tela tela jewel of wilsons foul domain
A lullaby the breezes whisper
Tela reached out her hand and helped forbin on to the back of the multi- beast, and together they rode off into the forest.
As they rode, tela explained to him about wilson and the helping friendly book. she told the colonel that she was part of a revolution to overthrow the evil king. the leader of the revolution was a lizard named errand wolfe who was out to avenge the death of his son roger. roger, she said, had been executed by wilson at the age of fourteen on suspicion of treason. he had been abducted from his home and hung in the public square.
The two rode on in silence, deeper and deeper into the heart of the forest until they came to the outskirts of a small community. tela explained to forbin that they had reached the base of the revolutionaries. the colonel looked up and there in the center of the clearing stood errand wolfe. he was a small man but his presence was overpowering. he seemed to emit a kind of violent energy that sent chills down the colonels spine. and as the multi-beast moved towards him, he raised his fist in anger, and his voice filled the forest.
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Ac/dc Bag
Mr. palmer is concerned with the thousand dollar question
Just like roger hes a crazy little kid
Ive got the time if youve got the inclination
So cheer up palmer, youll soon be dead
The noose is hanging, at least you wont die wondering
Sit up and take notice tell it like it is
If I were near you I wouldnt be far from you
Ive got a feeling you know what you did
Chorus:
Ac/dc bag
Ac/dc bag
Ac/dc bag
Dc bag
(2x)
Time to put your money where your mouth is
Put em in a field and let em fight it out
Im running so fast my feet dont touch the ground
Im a stranger here Im going down
Lets get down to the nitty gritty
Lets get this show on the road
Ill show you mine if you show me yours
Im breathing hard - open the door
[chorus]
Brain dead, and made of money
No future at all
Pull down the blinds and run for cover
No future at all
Who wouldve thought it, thats where I am
No future at all
Dont sweat it, thats where I am
Whoa, carry me down, down, down, down
By that night, news of palmers death had traveled back to the camp. spirits were low and colonel forbin felt devastated. even though he had only been in gamehendge for one day, he had already developed a deep hatred for wilson. he wanted desperately to help the revolutionaries, but without palmer, it seemed hopeless. he wandered slowly through the camp and passed errand wolfe, sitting by the fire with rutherford, who had returned that afternoon. he walked on and soon found himself outside of telas hut. forbin knocked and walked in. tela sat behind a makeshift desk in the center of a room that was littered with small cages containing spotted stripers, a tiny three-legged breed of animal. the unit monster sat in the corner. the colonel took a step toward tela and spoke. I needed to come here tonight he said, to tell you that Ive fallen in love with you. he looked to her eyes for approval but her face remained frozen in an expressionless stare. an awkward blank
Et of silence fell over the room and hung for
A long moment before being shattered by the sound of the door swinging violently open. it was rutherford the brave. the ironclad knight rushed across the room and gripped the throats of tela and the unit monster in each of his mighty hands. they struggled to break free but even the unit monster was no match for rutherfords power and soon it was over. the bodies fell to the floor in a lifeless heap. colonel forbin stepped forward from where he stood in the corner unable to contain his confusion and rage and screamed why? his question was answered by errand wolfe who had quietly slipped through the doorway during the confusion. she was a spy, he said, and explained to forbin that she had been sending information to wilson using the spotted stripers as carriers. rogers death had aroused his suspicion, and palmers had confirmed it. the colonel stood in silence in a world that had turned up-side-down so many times that he no longer knew which way was up. it had a
Ll seemed so simple when he first arrived. g
Ood versus evil, and of course he had sided with good as he had done all his life. and now, he stood and stared into the eyes of errand wolfe and he saw evil. the entire picture began to seem like an enormous puzzle with one piece missing, and the colonel knew what that piece was. within twenty-four hours, he said to errand wolfe, you will have the helping friendly book. and even as the words were leaving his lips, he found himself running out the door and into the forest, not towards prussia, but toward the great mountain looming in the distance.
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The Sloth
They call me the sloth
Way down in the ghetto
Italian Spaghetti
Singing falsetto
Sleeping all day
Rip Van Winklin'
Spend my nights in bars
Glasses tinklin'
I'm so bad
He's so nasty
Ain't got no friends
Real outcasty
Stay out of my way
Or you'll end up a cripple
I'll take this piece of paper
And slice you in the nipple
[repeat first verse]
Colonel Forbin stared at the fourteen bars that stood at the end of the cell. He ran his hand across the cold, damp dungeon wall and thought again about the door. He had traveled through the door out of necessity. Once he knew it existed, he simply couldn't leave it alone. Just like Wilson. Just like Tela. Just like Errand Wolfe. And he sat in the dungeon, and he realized that he was back again; through the door. And through the tiny window in the corner of his cell, he heard the distant strains...
Errand... Errand... Errand... Errand...
And from atop the mountain Icculus looked down on all that went on below him. And he smiled...
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Sloth
They call me the sloth
Way down in the ghetto
Italian spaghetti
Singing falsetto
Sleeping all day
Rip van winklin
Spend my nights in bars
Glasses tinklin
Im so bad
Hes so nasty
Aint got no friends
Real outcasty
Stay out of my way
Or youll end up a cripple
Ill take this piece of paper
And slice your nipple
They call me the sloth
Way down in the ghetto
Italian spaghetti
Singing falsetto
Sleeping all day
Rip van winklin
Spend my nights in bars
Glasses tinklin
Colonel forbin stared at the fourteen bars that stood at the end of the cell. he ran his hand across the cold, damp dungeon wall and thought again about the door. he had traveled through the door out of necessity. once he knew it existed, he simply couldnt leave it alone. just like wilson. just like tela. just like errand wolfe. and he sat in the dungeon, and he realized that he was back again through the door. and through the tiny window in the corner of his cell, he heard the distant strains.
Errand
Errand
Errand
Errand
And from atop the mountain icculus looked down on all that went on below him. and he smiled.
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I Shall Not React
I shall not react
To your shouting
My silence says
More than your words
It hurts you
You want me to react
And reply to
What you say
You want to
Satisfy your ego
If I reply
You will try to
Shout me down
A false sense of victory
Shall be seize you
You shall become more
Arrogant
I do not want to see
Your arrogance increasing
It shall make your life
Miserable
I want to see you happy
My silence shall
Hurt your ego
More than it hurts my feeling
Slowly you will learn
What you could not achieve
By anger
I achieved by silence
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Dr.Rajen dra Tela, Nirantar
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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It's A Sunday Morning
Birds out of their nests
Flowers blooming large
Many friends still in bed
Having a good rest
No hustling bustling
In the streets
Children
In color uniforms
Missing from the roads
Metro and buses
Sighing in relief
Mummies trying hard
To get their young ones
Out of the beds
They react by saying
Mamma let me sleep
It's a Sunday morning
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Dr.Rajen dra Tela, Nirantar
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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I Miss Something
I miss something
I got everything
I wished
Still I feel
I miss something
I have a family
To take care of me
I have friends
To help me
And
Share with me
I have relatives
To make me feel
I am not alone
I have money
For my needs
I have luxuries
To make me feel
Comfortable
Still I feel
Something is lacking
There remains
An unexplainable
Vaccume in my mind
I need somebody
To fulfill it
Till then
I shall always feel
I miss something
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Dr.Raj endra Tela, Nirantar
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Happiness
Happiness
Does not mean
Posessing wealth
Neither does
Physical love
Enjoying with
Friends and family
Is happiness to me
Happiness is not also
Worldly pleasures
To me
Peace and solace
In mind
love in deeds
To do something
Ilove and cherish
Is happiness to me
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Dr.Rajendra Tela, Nirantar
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Spring Has Arrived Now
Wind is not that
Cold now
Sun little hot now
Birds tweeting
Flowers blooming
Weather
More pleasant now
With so much fanfare
It seems
Spring has arrived
Now
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Ashurnatsirpal III
Three walls around the town of Tela when I came.
They expected everything of those walls;
Nobody in the town came out to kiss my feet.
I knocked the walls down, killed three thousand soldiers,
Took away cattle and sheep, took all the loot in sight,
And burned special captives.
Some of the soldiers—I cut off hands and feet.
Others—I cut off ears and fingers.
Some—I put out the eyes.
I made a pyramid of heads.
I strung heads on trees circling the town.
When I got through with it
There wasn’t much left of the town of Tela.
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Introduction Narration
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Once upon a time there was a mountain that rose out of a vast green forest. and in the forest there were birds and lakes and rocks and trees and rivers. the forest was also inhabited by a small group of people called the lizards. the lizards were a simple people and they had lived in the forest undisturbed for thousands of years in utter peace and tranquillity. once a year when spring came, and the first blossoms began to show, the lizards would gather at the base of the mountain, to give thanks for all that they had. they thanked the birds and they thanked the lakes and they thanked the rocks and the trees and the rivers; but most importantly, they thanked icculus. icculus lived at the top of the mountain, or at least everyone thought so, for no one had actually ever seen him. but they knew he existed, because they had the helping friendly book. icculus had given the helping friendly book to the lizards thousands of years earlier as a gift. it contained all of the knowledge inherent
In the universe, and had
Enabled the lizards to exist in harmony with nature for years. and so they lived; until one day a traveler arrived in gamehendge.
His name was wilson and he quickly became intrigued by the lizards way of life. he asked if he could stay on and live in the forest; and the lizards, who had never seen an outsider, were happy to oblige. wilson lived with the lizards for a few years, studying the ways of the helping friendly book, and all was well. until one morning when they awoke and the book was gone. wilson explained that he had hidden the book, knowing that the lizards had become dependent on it for survival. he declared himself king and enslaved the innocent people of gamehendge. he cut down the trees and built a city, which he called prussia. and in the center of the city he built a castle, and locked in the highest tower of the castle lay the helping friendly book out of the reach of the lizards forever. but our story begins at a different time, not in gamehendge, but on a suburban street in long island, and our hero is no king sitting in a castle, he is a retired colonel shaving in his bathroom.
Colonel forbin looked square in the mirror and dragged the blade across his cold creamed skin. he saw the tired little folds of flesh that lay in a heap beneath his eyes. fifty-two years of obedient self-restraint, of hiding his tension behind a serene veil of composure. for fifty-two years he had piled it all on the back burner, and for fifty-two years it had boiled, frothing over in a turbulent storm inside of him. it had escaped through his eyes, reacting with the cigarette smoke and the fluorescent lights and slowly accumulating into a sagging mass.
He ran his dripping palm across the stubble on the nape of his neck and thought again about the door. he had discovered the door some months back on one of his ritualistic morning walks with his dog mcgrupp. it had started out as a typical stroll with mcgrupp bounding joyously ahead of the preoccupied colonel. as they reached the apex of the hill, he saw it and he knew it had always been there, and felt foolish for overlooking the door for so long. at first, he tried to ignore it, but he soon found that it was impossible, and slowly his newly acquired knowledge transformed his dreary life into a prison from which there was only one escape. and on this morning, colonel forbin stepped through the door.
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The Man Who Stepped Into Yesterday
INTRODUCTION
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Once upon a time there was a mountain that rose out of a vast green forest. And in the forest there were birds and lakes and rocks and trees and rivers. The forest was also inhabited by a small group of people called the lizards. The lizards were a simple people and they had lived in the forest undisturbed for thousands of years in utter peace and tranquillity. Once a year when spring came, and the first blossoms began to show, the
lizards would gather at the base of the mountain, to give thanks for all that they had. They thanked the birds and they thanked the lakes and they thanked the rocks and the trees and the rivers; but most importantly, they thanked Icculus.
Icculus lived at the top of the mountain, or at least everyone thought so, for no one had actually ever seen him. But they knew he existed, because they had the Helping Friendly Book. Icculus had given the Helping Friendly Book to the Lizards thousands of years earlier as a gift. It contained all of the knowledge inherent in the universe, and had
enabled the Lizards to exist in harmony with nature for years. And so they lived; until one day a traveler arrived in Gamehendge. His name was Wilson and he quickly became intrigued by the Lizards way of life. He asked if he could stay on and live in the forest; and the Lizards, who had never seen an outsider, were happy to oblige.
Wilson lived with the Lizards for a few years, studying the ways of the Helping Friendly Book, and all was well. Until one morning when they awoke and the book was gone. Wilson explained that he had hidden the book, knowing that the Lizards had become dependent on it for survival. He declared himself king and enslaved the innocent
people of Gamehendge. He cut down the trees and built a city, which he called Prussia. And in the center of the city he built a castle, and locked in the highest tower of the castle lay the Helping Friendly Book out of the reach of the Lizards forever. But our story begins at a different time, not in Gamehendge, but on a suburban street in Long Island, and our hero is no king sitting in a castle, he is a retired colonel shaving in his bathroom.
Colonel Forbin looked square in the mirror and dragged the blade across his cold creamed skin. He saw the tired little folds of flesh that lay in a heap beneath his eyes. Fifty-two years of obedient self-restraint, of hiding his tension behind a serene veil of composure. For fifty-two years he had piled it all on the back burner, and for fifty-two years it had boiled, frothing over in a turbulent storm inside of him. It had escaped through his eyes, reacting with the cigarette smoke and the fluorescent lights and slowly accumulating into a sagging mass. He ran his dripping palm across the stubble on the nape of his neck and thought again about the door. He had discovered the door some months back on one of his ritualistic morning walks with his dog McGrupp. It had started out as a typical stroll with McGrupp bounding joyously ahead of the preoccupied colonel. As they reached the apex of the hill, he saw it and he knew it had always been there, and felt foolish for overlooking the door for so long. At first, he tried to ignore it, but he soon found that it was impossible, and slowly his newly acquired knowledge transformed his dreary life into a prison from which there was only one escape. And on this morning, Colonel Forbin stepped through the door...
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You are always In my heart
You are always
In my heart
Not in the center
Not on the side
Always deep inside
Light of your love
Burns deep in me
Ignites more
When I think of you
Birds keep chirping,
Wind keeps flowing
My love for you
Keeps growing
Seasons come
Seasons go
Love for you
Shall never go
You’re part of my
Heart and soul
Life without you
Will take
My life’s toll
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On a hot summer afternoon
On a hot summer afternoon
I open the window and listen
To the flowing wind
Dry leaves on the tree rustle
The atmosphere filled with dust
The sun shines
Emitting tremendous heat
Making the wind hot and severe
Everybody on the street
Runs for shade
Throats dry
Thirst for water increases
Every soul
Search for a glass of cold water
Birds and animal rest in shades
Waiting for the sun to set
I close the window
In a huff
Never to open and feel the wind
On another hot summer afternoon
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After Committing A Sin
After
Committing a sin
I was living
In great trauma
To my heart and mind
My heart told me
To confess my sin
My mind said
Keep it hidden
Once it is out in open
You shall fall
In the eyes of
The people
You will be labeled
A sinner
I was in a dilemma!
I asked my conscience
What to do?
My conscience
Told me to confess it
If I do not
I will remain a sinner
In my own eyes
Shall Lose
Peace and solace
Always live
With guilt
In heart and mind
I decided to do
What my conscience
Advised
Today
My mind and heart
Are full of
Happiness and peace
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Dr.Rajendra Tela, Nirantar
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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A Friend Is A Friend
A friend is a friend,
Out of sight
Is never out of my mind
My dear friends
You all are embedded
Deep in my heart
Your love and concern
Makes me to do
All good
What I am able to do
It warns me not to sway
From the path of
Karma and dishonesty
Make me smile
At times
I do not interact with you
Simply because I know
You understand
My love and affection
My integrity
You can never get
Angry with me
Unknowingly I get busy
In caring new friends
Try to bring them
In my family of friends
In a way
Make them all
Your friend too
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Dr.Rajendra Tela, Nirantar
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Only “Karma” was in my hands
I asked a Veteran Mountaineer
How he reached the top?
He replied calmly
The Mountain was tall and mighty
Climb was steep and high
I wanted to see the World
From the peak of the Mountain
I prepared myself
And started my Journey
Many discouraged
Others created fear in me
I was determined
To achieve my Goal
I remembered the lessons of Geeta
Somebody told
Only “Karma” was in my Hands
I started to climb
Sometimes I lost hold
Sometimes I slipped
But nothing deterred me
I was cautious and patient
Full of concentration
Kept climbing on and on
One day I made it to the top
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McGrupp And The Watchful Hosemasters
I've alternated my meager flock
To the shores of the Baltic Sea
The teeth of time have stowed the rhyme
Of how things should be
My cave, my house, my turning wheel
My little docking pup
The march of Colonel Forbin
And his fleet hound called McGrupp
The grime of countless workdogs
Has collected in my sink
I tie my nose with spandex hose
Before I get a drink
While on frozen warthogs
With its poison in our minds
The ferns that spot our children
Are encased in orange rinds
All times and seasons are the reasons
That people and their clans
Have stowed the Famous Mockingbird
With glue and rubber bands
They writhe and cry in agony
As Rutherford the Brave
Chokes Tela and the Unit Monster
Managing to save
The spotted striper's multi-beast
And there by cheat his grave
I'd like to get his autograph
But he looks too much like Dave
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Take my heart out
Take my heart out
You will see
It is ridden with
Multiple wounds
But still beats
Happily
It is god's mercy
That it gets
So much of energy
To pulsate
Without bothering
Looks forward
Positively
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Every soul goes into oblivion
Time
spares nobody
Big or small
King or a pauper
Every soul
Goes into oblivion
Every name is forgotten
Remain hidden
Never to be seen
Than why fear about it?
Use immoral means!
To attain immortality
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The Mountain and the Wind
The mountain stands
The wind plays with her
Leaving her treetops in disarray
The wind moves on, unaware
Of the rustling gossips
Of him and her.
The mountain stands
The wind serenades her
A sighing song among the leaves
The wind moves on, unaware
Of the thousand songs he gave
Echoing in the bamboo grove of her heart.
The mountain stands
The wind dances around her
A waltz, a tango one eventide
The wind moves on, unaware
Of the face he left behind
Carved forever in her heart.
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