12. Fifteen Interludes of Life.

O dear people, hear what I have to say,
Why waste living life this way,
Remove from the world all the strife,
And go by the following 15 interludes of life.

The first one is short, as you will see,
Wealth is not for person to be,
Don’t go for wealth, it can deceive,
Don’t be hung up on looks, it fades away,
Go in for someone who makes you smile everyday,
For smiles a sure thing which is quite right,
For it’s the thing that makes a dark day, bright.

Two is a wish from me to you,
May you find happiness in everything you do,
May you have everything from happiness, trials and even sorrow.
And may never you’d need to borrow,
For borrowing distances people from me,
And so neither a borrower nor a lender be.

Threes a saying I’d like you to heed,
When happiness ceases at the prime hour of need,
Open yourself to the person you trust,
Let it be anyone, even a dog if it must,
Also remember this, my dear,
If one doors shut it means another near,
Has opened for you, try to see it, try to ease,
Stop looking at the door which has closed, please.

Fours another word of wisdom,
But realized by people, seldom.
For you to realize what you’ve got,
The thing that you have has to be lost,
Also the reverse is true you see,
You do not know what you’ve been missing for eternity,
Until it comes along some day,
And changes your entire way.

Five is the wisdom to have a word,
But before you do,
Step into the other persons shoe,
If it hurts you,
Then it probably hurts the other person too.

From six ‘tis the rules for love,

Let your lover be themselves, somehow,
Even if you are embarrassed, don’t mind,
Just put up with them and show them you’re kind,
For if you twist your lovers to be,
Something you wanted for eternity,
Then my dear you are mistaken,
The person you love is your own reflection.

The seventh is the one for broken hearts,
If with your lover you had to part,
Do not worry, just remember this,
God wants the choice to be his,
He’s our father, a person great,
Who tests our patience,
Who makes us wait,
Waiting is good for it’s a great healer,
And eventually when you’d find that a’pealer,
You’d have some one to be thankful for,
No it’s not me, its god.

Eight is a definition of the word love,
How do I know it? my god ,how?
Here’s the answer simple and straight,
It is the feeling that the other persons great,
Even after subtracting the feeling, the passion, the romance,
You feel that still you’re in a trance.
Then its love for sure my dear,
Else you wouldn’t be in the right place, right now, right here.

Nine is the time it takes to be,
Infatuation --a minute,
Like --an hour,
Love --a day,
But to forget some one it takes eternity.

Tens the number of sorrow and pain,
The saddest thing in this game,
When you meet some one, oh so very dear,
And comes true your worst worst fear,
You find that he has no feelings for you,
And you don’t know what to do,
You are left there standing, feeling hurt,
How can your beloved be so curt?
That’s the sad part, the saddest one, so….
You don’t know whether to stay or to let go.


With eleven begins a new decade,
Which tells you more of the love brigade,
It tells you how it starts and how it ends,
These things are ideal, without any bends,
Love is supposed to start with a smile,
A kiss develops it for miles and miles,
But the truth is in the worst of all fear,
It always has to end in a tear.

Twelve is a good number, I don’t know why,
I just happen to like it by and by ,
The greatest thing with love though,
It comes to the people, who have hopes,
It comes to the people, who stay so still,
Even though they’ve been let down by many, against their will,
So everybody, listen to what I’ve to say,
Even you shall find someone some day,
Then you shall be the happiest man,
With hope you score, you always can.

Thirteen an unlucky number you see,
For all it brings is pain, hurt and malady,
Remember dear people, remember this,
The most excruciating of pain that ever is,
Is borne by the people, who wait and wait,
And don’t let their beloved know how they feel of late,
I know of this pain, have been thru’ this,
Believe me this is the worst that ever is.
So my friends gather guts,
And relieve your heart or it will drive you nuts,
Even in the outcome if you come to lose,
You’d have a variety from which you could choose.

Fourteen is exactly half of seven,
It teaches people of good livin’,
Love makes you blind as a bat in the day,
And you yearn for words you wish your beloved would say,
You may not hear any from him though,
But don’t turn a deaf ear to the friend you know,
For he may say those exact words, better still from the heart,
And you not heeding may break it apart,
So why do you wish to lose a friend,
A person who’s there for you in each and every bend.


Fifteens here, the last of the lot,
It tells what you should do and what you should not,
It repeats a part of history for this,
Which we all know and yet, we miss,
You were born crying it told,
And as you cried, everyone smiled,
To give you a welcome into this world.
It further adds to the poem you see,
It wants you to lead a good life to be,
A good person whom everyone will miss,
When his soul departs and everything’s amiss,
Let go of your life with a smile, it tells,
Let everyone realize what a person in you dwelled,
It will make their eyes water, not sorrow you see,
But because of the joy for having known thee.

Transformed into a poem.
Original script in Bombay times “ Times of India dated 31/10/2000.”