Friday, December 12, 2008


As the rain drops fall,
The gentle pit-pat,
The slow drenching,
I go for the run.

As my curls dance,
Skin tickles and
Face being caressed,
Turn away.

When the rays ,
Warms, revives and
Thaws me;
Pull out the shades.

Walk on the grass;
Feel the verve,
Pulsate and throb.
Step onto the tiles.

As i behold the scene,
The splendour of it;
As it drugs n mesmerises,
Glance away.

Tentative,
Have always been.
Darting movements
As befits, a fish; I am.

As the bud yearns for the rays,
As the earth for the drops,
To bloom and thrive
So do I.

Few words from Tagore’s, which i guess would make some sense, somewhere...
He who can open the bud does it so simply.
He gives it a glance, and the life-sap stirs through its veins.
At his breath the flower spreads its wings and flutters in the wind.
Colours flush out like heart-longings, the perfume betrays a sweet secret.
He who can open the bud does it so simply.”

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Softly...

The soft ball came thudding,
Hit me gently;
But the waves
Resounded, through the day.

The moment
The thud;
The memory
It revived.

The fuzzy cloud
Stayed, but for a while.
The moment(s) though
Etched, for an infinite time.
Realized.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Motley again!!

Although had planned to type away on topics totally unrelated, all that stays impringed on the mind are the scenes of horror and tragedy that seems to have struck the unfortunate few/many, simply because they chose to, happen to be there at that moment of time. What background, what influence, what drilling and what drive, that singular drive could make them spray bullets, as they did, puncturing the bodies of their fellowmen, at will, at ease as if they were mere flies??? The strain of thoughts that would run through their minds, and what led their mind to turn all so twisted, is a heavy question, one that would for sure, yeild some real contorted, answers.

Had the opportunity to go through Kahlil Gibran's writings recently. And it was a revelation. Was touched, moved and inspired. Moved visibly. A writing that goes a long way in reacing out to you, and staying with you for quite some time. Especially so his 'Prophet'. Yes, many find it too prophetical, i found it refreshingly enlightening, though put it that way it does seem all heavy. Well, each to his own, personally, absolutely loved his thoughts and thirst for more!


So cricket has been on a high! On a roll! Left me wondering, how long it would be before the magic and the mantras of the cricketdom, would cease to have its effect on me, being 'physically' away from it all. How many millions more or still hanging on to the few strings that keep them connected to this enigmatic sport, phenomenon, only for the inexplicable surge of joy that it happens to bestow on its ardent, faithful followers! Vive La Cricketo!!

Had been meaning to write about this serious topic of religion, in an off-tangent sense, for some time now, but not been able to do it. (So here goes a fresh attempt again, and more so as there has been some headline news with regard to this!) Nothing to do with the core topic, but how it changes people, or rather how or why people change religions!! Have had few personal experiences where ive seen people shifting towards another faith, close friends; and other experiences where friends again, who have made attempts to make me follow suit!! Now again these individuals are sane, sensible, very practical down to earth people, and people whom ive known for years. And when you see them being chaged, morphed, into entities totally strange to you, it has an eerie effect, to put it lightly. No, im not against people changing thier faiths, beliefs, it is absolutely personal. But its just that, when i try to put myself in their shoes, it just doesnt seem to fit! Left with questions like, would i, will i ever, is it not losing an essential part of your very identity/self? maybe not. Well too many questions and too many answers i would think. Well comfort myself with the thought that, what makes them happy,strong, fulfilled and grateful and hopeful with respect to 'their' life, is a very valid factor, for the path they have chosen, in combating, confronting and embracing life.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Throw into the cauldron....

The vagaries of human mind -
the ecletic strategies employed
the multitudinous masks worn and flung
the uncanny swiftness mood can swing.
A smile an instant, a sneer the next
A warm remark,
A snide jeer.
Few hugs,
few blows,
Few tears,
few lows.
Few laughs
few growls.
A close knit unit
Frayed at times.
Fight n bitch
cringe n twitch
cheer n dare
glow and glare.
Tossed in a sea of
vacilating pandemonium of
emotions, high strung.
You like it you hate it
you love it you bear it
you make it you break it
it stays the huge cauldron
of brewing bubbling
fuming steaming
medley of sentiments,
and much more...

not a very good concoction of words, not able to string them as i would want to..but just had to put it down, so more of a poor effort.


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A slammed door
A wiped slate
A muted song
A Cold stance.

Brings but a smile
know not why!

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Elusive wafts...


When the echoes bellow,
stillness, does grow.
seems to sneer at my whims;
longs, but for a glimpse.
of things spelt, things dreamt;
things felt, things meant.

Amidst the whirlwind of thoughts
and even when caught up in knots;
there seems to exist a page,
where i need to rest my gaze.
where i need to stop awhile or more,
to seek, to replenish, or implore.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Hibernation Thoughts


Been away from the world at large, partly abstinence and partly other factors. And whatever be the reason, it always works. In kicking up some dust, inside. Reminded of those ancient sages who withdrew into the forests, to do their share of tapasyas, of self denial, self restricted procedures to attain penance, atonement??? Well, all the same, was blessed with some ‘sense’ and not sure if it was enlightment, but some insights definitely. Was caught in some situations, instances which did seem to reinforce or reinstate the fact that there is a Force acting upon us, whose modus operandi is way beyond our comprehension. And when we begin to see each hurdle or blockade as an implant, which makes us aware of a veering point, to steer us onto something more relevant or more promising, things become easier and clearer. As age creeps in, such spiritual stuff stealthily trickles in i guess! Not that i mind, when the awareness of self becomes more lucid, there is so much more peace; and ofcourse Nirvana is not what I'm in search of, but still, when some answers are revealed, you cannot be but grateful, amidst your reigning perennial internal chaos!

Other pearls of wisdom, acknowledged were, that ties and bonds made, held close and cherished once, will remain. Your attempts at flaming or dousing them, is not going to yield remarkable results. They are like diamonds, though take their time in forming, will be around alright, for some eons to come. It remains, a diamond to one, and sadly comes across as a carbon structure to another. But it remains, no denying, etched. AND once the structure if formed, there is absolutely no point in trying to mould it, roll it, or play around with, at will. Its worth is, for what it is, not what it can be. Saddens to realise, that it fails to be accredited, and the sparkle being lost somewhere along.

Lots more churning thoughts, but its getting too stuffy i guess, so shall stop for now....