The music of Silence

I express, I conceal I lie, I reveal But when the world sees me, I fail to speak I emote, I sing I shout, I whisper But when the world sees me, I live in my own symphony Lost in my own symphony, I create my own music Silenced by its very notes, I fail to sing Lost in my own song, I try to emote Deprived of the very emotions, I fail in my own composition

Chaotic peace

Away from the chaos, I question my own peace. Away from the reality, I question my own ignorance. Away from the past, I find reasons for its very existence. Away from my own self, I question my own identity. Chaos and peace, I nurture the thoughts of peace. Reality and fantasy, I understand my own illusions. Past and present, I realize the former was once a part of me. Away from the aspirations, I question my own dreams. Away from the agony, I question my own glee. Aspirations and dreams, I move towards the path chosen by me. Agony and revelry as a part of me, I design my own dreams. And being myself, I chase the peace in my own chaos!!!

Thought!!

Thought is your friend, thought is your foe Thought is a process, thought is ad hoc. Thought is pristine, thought is precarious. Thought is silence, thought is proverbial. Thought is disdain, thought is eulogy. Thought is a dream, thought is a reality. Disdain, anger, eulogy, irony, ingenuity. Each day, gazillion thoughts and each one has its own plot! Each moment as I try to know you, you never cease to amaze me. Sometimes to know you is a dream, sometimes knowing you was a sin. As much as I want to curse, I need you more. Wonderful you may seem, artful you may be!! You are my thoughts!!

Fantasies- As I dream it, as I see it and as I want it

It was just a dream
It was just a fantasy and it was just a thought
Each day, each night- Innumerable dreams and countless fantasies
Annoying or Amusing- they never cease to surprise me

Surprising as they are and challenging they are meant to be
Some are left alone for the amusement of the soul and
some are chased for the fulfilment of passion

Passionate as we are, the chase begins.
Hurdles and hassles, challenges and milestones.
Each step gives life a new turn.
Each success makes you vulnerable to more fantasies.


Fantasies--Just as you wish to make it a reality

As I dream it, as I see it and as I want it.

As I sleep

I wish I was lost. With a gentle push, my eyes see this world, as I hear a voice say 'it was dad's wish to wake you up'. Lured into this eternal bliss, I lie down again with blatant negligence and pristine ignorance to my mom's words.

Blatant negligence, never was this so pleasurable as it takes me into a pristine silence.
Pristine ignorance, never was this so blissful as it gives me happiness that has no bounds.

When past has no relevance and when future bears no significance
When pain gives no agony and when the wait is never agonizing.
Scary beasts try to wake you up, when fairy angels push you back.
Everything happens, but nothing really happens.
Just as I feel, the world around me takes shape.
Just as I see it taking shape, a sudden silence ensues and
Not knowing the reasons, my thoughts go into oblivion.
Oblivion of sleep that passes just as a dream.

Each day,
As I slip into a dreamy sleep.

Only 'I' can know

It was when I was lost in your smile
that I was preoccupied with your thought.
Lost in your thought, I was just about to dream for a place in your heart.
It was when I was dreaming for a place in your heart,
that I realized-
A misconstrued sigh or an innocent smile
only 'I' can know.

It was when I was passionate about my dreams
that I was trying to move into the realms of fantasy.
With my world being you, I was just about to create a new world where we two could move.
It was when I was pondering about the creation, that I realized
I should know you more as 'I' could still be wrong.

It was when I was trying to know you more
that I realized it was a misconstrued sigh under the veil of an innocent smile,
It was just a sigh that made me go high!!!
But it was a smile to remember!!!
I want to see that smile again, not as a misconstrued sigh but a genuine smile that could make me go high!!!!

Expressions- Concealed or Revealed??? Does not matter--- I am lost in your smile!!!

Lost in emotions- always is the heart
Struggling for the right expressions- at times is the confused heart
So precise is the thought, but so complex is the art
Art of comprehending and art of expressing

Lost in gestures- always is the facial world
Struggling for deceitftul expressions- at times is the artful heart
So pristine is the thought, but so complex is the art.
Art of deceiving and art of confusing.

So true, yet not true
Obviously true, but something stops me from making it true.

Lost in reality- I want it to be the truth
Redefining the reality- I want my expressions to speak
Divine should be the thought and innocent my heart should be.
Express!!!

Sounds true---but not always

Not always do the expressions reveal our thoughts-- a few make us struggle to comprehend, but these few can also be priceless!!!!
Sometimes a little smile makes all the difference---conceal or reveal, but you are lost in the smile!!!
I had one, making me ponder, but then I surrendered to the smile!!!!

Trust me, when it says

When hope dawns bright and when darkness throws light,
Trust me for the courage it brought and trust me for the courage I lost.
With you and without you, the difference is just the trust in 'YOU'.
Trust me--trust me as the one you knew and trust me as the one who flew just for you.

When Jason speaks truth and when Tyson reveals the 'mischief of truth',
Trust me for the truth you know and trust me for what I am known.
With you and without you, the difference is just the trust in 'YOU'.
Trust me--trust me as the one you knew and trust me as the one who flew just for you.

When your dreams come true or when your cheeks turn blue,
Trust me for the trust in you and trust me for the warmth in 'YOU'.
With you and without you, the difference is just the trust in 'YOU'.
Trust me--trust me as the one you knew and trust me as the one who flew just for you.

Trust that we see and trust that we feel.

Each day begins with the trust that the night would make it dark.
Each night ends with the trust that there would be light everywhere.
Trust me--when it says.

And the silence whispered!!!

Letting it last for a moment in my eyes,
I just said- here it is, something that I saw.

Letting it last for a moment in my ears,
I just said- here it is, something that I whispered to myself.

Letting it last for a moment on my lips,
I just said- here it is, something that I just want to say.

'Something that I saw, something that I witnessed, and something that I whispered'.

Letting it last, but thinking before I could let it become my past
I whispered, here it is I just want to whisper;
something in your ears and something which made me ponder for years.

There was silence all around and
Just as I thought and before I could speak, the silence whispered!!!!

For distance so near, the answer could not be more clear
she wanted me to be her dear!!!!

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.