There’s some tie between ‘Steal’ and ‘Steel’:
One with a Heart of steel could steal;
A clear link of Sought Rice with price:
At shops we stop to price Rice
A clear connection between Twice
And The kept-in-a-cup White Dice
In ludo, dice may be thrown twice
A strong Bond between ‘Wheel and ‘Reel’
A Real really turns like a Wheel
Some knot tying ‘Heal’ and ‘Man’s Heel’
To walk A Blustered Heel has to heal.
All these connections are quite sure,
Except in reasoning we are poor.
Categories:
ludo, allusion, analogy, health, people,
Form: Rhyme
I met her in a bar in Trinidad,
a mother to the sisterhood was she -
three little girls what merry fun we had
and what sweet memories of you and me.
Madame Estrella, a tongue like a sword,
and Miss Heidi glamour puss in turn rolled
the tumbling dice on the ludo game board
with pigtails and rainbows and hearts of gold.
And sweet shy Gypsy up on Cotton Hill
wise beyond early years on me impress,
little barmaids my glass and soul did fill -
I miss your rare grace, joy, and youthfulness.
I will return so let the games begin
and for the last call at Pelican Inn.
Written: March 1993
Categories:
ludo, friendship love, nostalgia, youth,
Form: Sonnet
God allowed us to invent them: chess, mancala, Ludo, CC-saga;
And Candy Crunch Saga claims to be played everywhere
Methinks "On all seven continents, including Antartica."
Earlier I wrote about Candy Crunch, got to Level 300. No caveat emptor
Since I am not an employee, nor am I advertising for CC-saga
H ere I am about to play Level 1291
Ooh a blast, blasting candies of every color, just by swipes -
With all games, there will be strategy, real wins, anger and angst
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Categories:
ludo, adventure, allegory, allusion, anger,
Form: Acrostic
Million doubts, hundred solutions,
Then why can’t I sort this confusion?
Stuck between the angel and the devil
Digging my own grave with the shovel.
This may sound very dramatic,
But the reality is I want to be ecstatic
Carrying that million-dollar smile,
Help me choose between the wrong and the right.
Sounds depressing, right?
Trust me, I always try to look on the bright side.
You say, don’t think twice,
But my life is just like the ludo dice.
The count of problems in unpredictable
And every time I am considered as indictable.
You will be standing over here one day,
Or you must have been over here long time ago in this shade of grey.
SO, while writing this I realized,
The problem is not with me,
It is with the ones who cannot see me free.
Still it does not make the pain less,
Now, I know why we call life a game of chess.
The smarter one survives, the emotional one dies
It is all up to you for whom you choose to cry and for whom you choose to die.
Categories:
ludo, 10th grade, age, betrayal,
Form: Rhyme
Is it wrong to think of Christ as ludicrous?
Did he laugh at jokes, and smile,
and sing hearty songs
and need to brush his teeth?
Was he not made like us, save for sin?
It is after Easter,
and though I have nothing yet,
he has caught and cooked some fish,
and that without a net.
And I am laughing with him.
Categories:
ludo, christian, easter, fishing, fun,
Form: Free verse
Cheap entertainment
We didn’t need computers
To keep us entertained
We didn’t need no Donkey Kong
We had that Ludo game
We didn’t need no gadgets
To count the steps, we’ve gone
We just had a skipping rope
And the salt and pepper song
We didn’t need no fancy gym
Helping us keep fit
We just had a hoola hoop
A-spinning on our hip
We didn’t need no High-Tec firm
Selling expensive things
We were quite contented
With a yoyo on a string
We didn’t need a mobile phone
Forever on our faces
We’d get out, walk about
And explore some brand-new places
Categories:
ludo, childhood,
Form: Rhyme
And you can't paint him a laugh
his face is a metal curtain
with attached sign -
no emotions allowed
you can't
nor you know how
and you gladly would
breathe life into those cells
the same way that life spat in your face
acknowledgment of successfully driven tokens at belonging columns
and you, men
women
don't be mad
because yours are misplaced all over that ludo board
it was a bad, bad idea
to implement that rule of maneuvering the game according to rolls of a single die
countless thoughts
questions
from the other side only
crystally voiceless visage
in the course of the night, a view flies there
where ripped breaths on a baby's mattress
quieten the trepidation down
I'm a bad person
I really am
but if tomorrow I learn how to smile instead of him
maybe my name will get to Saint Peter's list
Categories:
ludo, child,
Form: Free verse
Stuffed Toys And Boardgames
A tinker mending
clockwork trains
And other broken things,
Peered over his
wiry spectacles
Scrutinising unwound springs.
Between the jars
of shiny screws,
Bits of wire and naked flames
Were tiny nuts
and fiddly bolts
Stuffed toys and boardgames.
He wryly smiled
with a friendly wink
At a little boy who stood by his side
Full of amazing
questions
With ears and eyes opened wide,
He watched
the tinker tinkering,
Opening and closing drawers,
Crooked fingers
that busily twirled
Oily wheels and carriage doors.
It reminded him
of a being a child
Watching his father sew and trim,
And asked the boy
the question
His father asked of him,
"When I have gone
and you grow up,
what would you like to be?"
The little boy
thought a while
In awe of all he could see,
"I want to be
an engineer
to fix trains and make things go"
Then, with his mother,
left the shop
With a teddy bear and ludo.
Categories:
ludo, childhood, irony, mother son,
Form: Rhyme
Adieu the king,
Long live the king:
The crown was in the grove
Where his forebears dwell
In their majestic transfiguration;
There he would inherit the fiat,
The power to say and to be;
In the grove of royal tutorial
Where prince became king
Where ancient secrets were learnt
The tryst of the dead and the living
Forest of rite of accession.
There fortune anointed me,
Made venus’s heart my portion:
The royal heiress smiled at me,
Her eyelids blinked and blinked,
Like fire fighters’ ambluance,
Her boby moving ups and downs
Like a piston of new brand auto
As she nailed her eyes on me
She made my spot her path
By my side she offered me wine
In a royal calabash of symbol
And laid her hand on me
Like a bed spread on yielding matress
Instantly I woke from my slumber
Like a chameleon rewinding back its tongue
And she piloted me to the chamber
In the interior of the royal
Where many games were offered;
Ludo and chess I did not play,
But played love with my princess;
Sure the gods are wise:
A night in the royal grove,
Remains love of my life.
Categories:
ludo, love, spiritual,
Form: Verse
The attic holds such fascination
I climb the ladder in trepidation.
The attic is a time machine
Most things hidden and unseen.
I lift the hatch and take a peek
The old rocking chair begins to creak.
Dust coats the old wooden chest
The lid embossed with a crest.
All the games of yesteryear
In the corner uncles spear.
Boxes piled high with books and photos
Most containing all my heroes.
Snakes and ladders, ludo, lots of games
They belong to my brother James.
Oh look! my old train set
On the shelf fathers cornet.
A place where I come and dream
Oh! just hit my head on the beam.
Underneath the old guitar
Just found my 007 car.
I think I'm getting rather mellow
I may return again tomorrow.
I descend the ladder and close the hatch
Now I'll go and watch the match.
Categories:
ludo, nostalgia, old, old,
Form: Couplet