A glimpse!!!

My heart skips a beat and my mind goes upbeat!!
The reason behind this beat and the season of this beat,
Known to a few, but always something new.

Sometimes I feel this way!!!

I wish I had relief from all the pressure.
I wish I had all the leisure.
I wish I gathered composure.
But, I know I am just like any other creature trying to understand life's nomenclature..

Sympathize

Each year, each month, each day,
forever this happens with a hope that never dwindles.
Each hour, each minute, each moment,
forever this happens with a desire to flourish.

Resisting the hindrance and flourishing by endurance,
we savour the fruits of perseverance.
Perseverance, persistence and endurance,
it is true that we all need these for sustenance.

But for a few it is existence and not sustenance.

Each year, each month, each day,
forever this happens with a hope that ceases to hope.
Each hour, each minute, each moment,
forever this happens with a wish that would no longer dare to wish.

If, to wish is foolish, it has to be for a life filled with anguish

Ever, forever and forever,
hopefully never, but a life is struggling to relinquish the anguish.
Anguish in every step and anguish in every walk.
fear in every step and fear in every walk.
The fear never abates and the anguish still pervades.


Pervading agony, permeating anguish,
I wish I could sympathize, I wish I could empathize,
I wish I could realize.

Sympatize with the bereaved,
empathize with the betrayed, and
realize that it is life and it has to be lived to the fullest.

India

Oceans apart and yet closest to my heart,
with unity as a tool and diversity as a spool,
there lies a country reckoned as a cultural school.

Oceans apart and yet closest to my heart,
with a cultural bliss that happens without any hiss,
there lies a country worth a reverent glimpse.

Oceans apart and yet closest to my heart,
with thousand millions’ say on any given day,
there lies a country that would always say 'secular we shall stay no matter what comes our way'.

Oceans apart and yet closest to my heart,
with historical acts amidst mythological facts,
there lies a country that witnessed a series of jolts only to end up as a country that stood like a rock for harmony in thought.

Oceans apart and yet closest to my heart,
I am here without any fear, I miss you my mother and you’d live in my heart forever.


Oceans apart and miles from my heart,
I wonder, I ponder but I surrender to the creation here under

A blog

Lost in the ingenuity of art, I ponder over the brevity of thought
Caught in the complexity of plot, I initiate the flow from my heart
Nurturing the flow from my heart, I become clueless about the faults in my art.
Clueless, meaningless, senseless, I become restless.

Lost in the insanity of art, I laugh at the vagaries in my thought.
Caught in the propensity for my art, I strive for coherence in my thought.
Jotting down my thought and hitting the right chord, I feel proud for giving it a tough shot.
Moving with the thought, I entertain the verbosity in my plot.

Lost in the verbosity for my plot, I concentrate on the reader's choice
Caught in the reader's choice, I make my choice.

Sampath Weds Shradha

It was a beautiful morning with the chirping of birds in the bright sunshine, 11th October 2001, the first anniversary of Sampath and Shradha. Enjoying the bliss of a happy married life and at the same time leading a life of contentment, Sampath believes that he is the happiest person on this earth. In a way, Sampath has the most beautiful wife to stand by him in the sorrows and joys of his most beautiful life. It is one year since they have been married, and when asked about his love life, he turns into a poet.

When I was six, I saw a beautiful miss.
Smitten by nature's bliss, she moved towards a wondersome mist.
Filled with a sincere wish, I moved forward without any hiss.
Nearing the mist and sensing a horrendous twist, I preempted her from a deceptive mist.

When I was eight, I again saw her at a beautiful bay.
Running towards the waves, I heard her gleeful say "Wanna play"?
Enjoying the game and sharing her gay, I wanted to say "--",
but I was too young to say what I real wanted to say.

When I was ten, I saw her with Ben.
Disappointed and depressed, I turned to my den.
Walking towards my den, I cursed Ben for being her friend.
Ten past ten, I heard a ding dong bell, it was Ben.
Just then I heard a voice say “he is Ben, my brother, who is just ten”.
It was then we were friends.

Six years and I knew her in and out.

When I was sixteen, I entertained the thought of flirting.
In the name of flirting, I was curious to know her feelings.
I was eighteen and I knew she was a real girl and she would never let the “word” slip.

I wanted to put an end to this tale.
I was twenty and I wanted to go on dieting to look more appealing.
Just then, she made my day by saying “you look better this way to stand beside me in a marital bliss”.

Life is not just

Moving at life's speed we forget what we really need.
Aspiring to be the best we forget the rest.
Goals and priorities embedded in our chest,
we develop an unending quest,
Quest that we really do not need, and quest that we really do not seek.

Moving with the quest and not wanting to be just,
we try to compete with the rest.
Failing to get a hint and not understanding the gist,
we land up slogging in the twist.

Living in illusions and not knowing the delusions,
we fail to make a resolution.
After all life is a big convolution.

Life is what you need and is not what others want you to be. Try to enjoy the subtleties of life, leaving the complexities aside..

This is not meant to be a poem

Memories

Born on a day when happiness held its say,
Born on a day when darkness lay at bay,
Born on a day when eagerness made its way.
Born on a day when I was just a day.

Born on a day when everyone wanted to say,
I made their day.
Born on a day when I tried to say,
I am just too young to say 'Hey'.
Born on a day that would never say
I would wait for the moments to stay.

Day was away, and it was the time that was pulling me away
Time raced away, and I was big enough to say,
Mama, I think I can go out and play.

Time raced away, and I was growing big
each day only for the memories to say,
I was once a part of your day.

Happiness, sadness, all become a part of our stay. But the only thing that keeps me awake is the memories that I have till I hear the say 'I am here to take you away'.

Philosophy simplified

I know that you know and you know that I too know, and we both know that things are known to both and we also know that we know more than what others know.

What others think we do not think, but we think better than many others, and others do not know what we know, and we think that others should not know what we think and we should always think that we should think.

This is philosophy.
Philosophy tells about what we do not know and what cannot be understood.
This is the beauty of philosophy.

Express

Realistic it was,
though superficial it appeared

Caring I was,
though arrogant I appeared

Thoughtful I was,
though crazy I appeared

Straightforward I was,
though hyprocrite I appeared

Possessive I was,
and unknowing she was

Artful I appeared,
though sincere I was

Hazy my expressions were,
though clear my thoughts were.

'Implicit' I meant,
but 'explicit' she asked for.

Proposal it was,
denial I met with.

Love at first sight

Heard this phrase innumerable times, but never did I experience.

Four words, countless emotions, there I stood to experience the experience of a lifetime.
I wondered, I pondered, but I surrendered.
Beauty at its peak, simplicity at its best; though lasted for a moment, they made me think beyond beauty.


Beautiful she was in a pink dress, and happy my eyes were to get themselves pampered by the creator's thought.
It was all furtive glances, before my eyes entertained the thought of sneaking into her eyes.

Time and tide wait for no man.
Time passed and it was the glimpse that drove me crazy.
I followed the time and my eyes followed the beauty.

I waited till the time arrived for my thoughts to speak.
It was the time to eulogize the beauty, it was the time to get closer to the beauty, and it was the real time for the thoughts to speak.

Thoughts spoke and the answer did come.
It was then a thought into a relationship.

Blogging, elusive when you lose touch!!!

Hew, blogging,the art of writing, thinking, penning your thoughts, all seem to be synonymous, but the word that has driven me crazy is the first one. Though all seem to be the same, blogging occupies a unique position of keeping me active with thoughts galore flowing in and out of my little brain. Hitherto, I might be having a minature amount of 42 blogs to my credit, but someday I would love to reach the elusive three digit number. I almost think everyday on different topics which I think are feasible enough to put my thoughts in. Each day a new topic, but somewhere down the line I get stuck. Sometimes, it is like I struggle to get the right topic and sometimes it is the start that I fail to get. Each day begins with a fresh thought on how to approach a blog on poetry or prose. But it is months since the thoughts have translated into blogs. Each day my obsession towards this passion is increasing, but in vain. It has been 3 months without a blog and I wanted to get a start on some topic or the other. I tried many poetry and prose topics, and my drafts list has crossed 90. Whenever I dont get any thoughts, especially these days, I try to imrovise on the topics which I have written in drafts. But I failed in the very attempt of improvising. I was so obsessive to get a start and keep myself active in blogging. The reasons are many, but there is not any excuse. I would love to keep my mind preoccupied with this passion. I hope the numbers would increase this year. I would like to thank all my blog readers, especially my sis and my cousin who would read each and every blog and post their comments.

Wishing you all a happy new year
Cheers!!!!