Musings

Alone he sat, galloping in the vast realm residing within his head

Breathing in the cold air, that reached his heart within

Counting every beat it made, trying to grasp the wilderness of the realm

Dreaded it seemed, or was it really so?

Eyes saw many things, but did it see what were meant to be seen?

Flashed the thoughts, as sailing was he, trying to sight the shore.

Good things, and the people around and also the not ones

Having made an impact, strong and hard over him,

Inundated by the several thoughts, wishes and un-explainables

Justifying the events happened to him, and happened by him

Kinetic energy kicked from the soles to the last strand over him.

Lasting scars that remind him of his sins and un-sins

Memories that ought to be remembered and those to be erased,

Now made sense, sailing through, in the inverse speed of light.

Open was his mind, but not in the past and the past of that past

Present, indeed, was a gift bought from tbe past and the future maybe,

Quenching the thirst for knowledge, and more and more.

Rattled by the gush of thoughts that frothed like the ocean’s waves

Sat he, watching the dark, illuminated by the moon.

There were several dots scattered around, flickering and some not

Under which he blinked, watching the twinkles

Various and countable not, they were

Which reminded of the full stops, that were meant to be made.

X ray vision was the need, though the wishes were unfulfilled indeed.

Yearning for the grasp, that were to fill in the void

Zealous as ever, wandering like never,

Alone he sat…

Midnight musings!

Cheers
God Bless

Lie

A lie was said
So perfect
And beautiful,
And real!
A real Lie!

A lie was believed
So deep
And fitting,
And true!
A true Lie!

A lie was lived
So pure
And enough,
And genuine!
A genuine Lie!

A lie was dead
So stiff
And gone,
And done!
A done Lie!

Cheers
God Bless

Limerick

Neigh!
So high,
The book
He took.
Sigh!

Cheers
God Bless

Dawn

I woke up today, as usual, to a lazy morning. And then struck a sudden poetic thought, “..the demons of darkness have slept, as the spirits of light are waking up..” These lines were echoing in my mind, all day, only to realize that we tend to associate ‘darkness’ with demon, and ‘light’ with spirit. And deepening further, that demon must mean something bad though spirit should mean good, and dark is bad while light is good! The prejudices, mental setups cheat and mock us on a narrow lane, though we claim to be broad minded. Now this should make a quite serious post. But i wanted to write something different and came my attempt in poetry (after a long time) Dawn!

Dawn and Dusk follow each other, and in way to represent them, I wished to repeat the first words of every line of the poem, in a symmetrical fashion. And here is my Dawn (literally, as i’m waking up from a stint from blogging!)

The spirits of dark,
are to rest.
And then woke up,
those of light,
warm and bright.
Their warriors shining,
upon the world,
as we know.
The chants of song,
of the lore,
by the priests,
to the light,
rendering charm
and glory,
rendering beauty,
to the faith,
by the folk,
of the soul.
The wind blows,
as light rises,
upon every tower,
their spire,
warm with the ray,
those reaching
and shining,
are who,
The spirits of light.

Cheers
God Bless

Grateful!

A quick, random poem, as I keep wandering about life, lying on the bed, and the waxing moon peeping into my room, to say hello

To the abounds
of happiness and sadness,
for they make, and break,
the material, in the possession
of me.
Grateful!

To the vast stretch
of sky and earth,
for they bless and support,
the life, of which
is me.
Grateful!

To the harshness
of heat and cold,
for they soothe and comfort too,
in times of need,
very dire
Grateful!

To the couple
of Body and Mind
within whom I live,
for they guide and misguide,
the journey of me,
the soul i’m
Grateful!

Cheers

God Bless

Vacation Chronicles ~ 2

The stones are alive!

Continuing from my previous post – Vacation Chronicles ~ 1, here I go with my second post. Without any explanation, by the end of this post, you would know why ‘The stones are alive!’

Standing at the threshold
of the mighty and impressive
Chennakeshava Devasthana*,
I wonder,
Do I bow to the Lord
Or the spirit of the sculptors?
Then, I feel His charm
And I bow to the Lord,
who dwells in and as
the soul of the sculptor,
And of the stone!

The following pictures were taken at the ChennaKeshava Temple complex at Belur, Karnataka. ChennaKeshava expands to ‘Chennagi Iruva Keshava’ which means the Handsome Keshava, in Kannada. His temple is beautiful, but His charm is matchless!

Chronicle to be concluded in next post Vacation Chronicles ~ 3 – Melkote

*Devasthana = Place of God ~ Temple

***The pictures included in this post were taken by me***

Cheers

God Bless

Knew it!

Posting a short, after a long time!

Knew it!

She knew, and also that he knew it.
He knew, and also that she knew it.

Neither of them wanted to each other, tell it.

It wasn’t ego. Nor a blind skepticism.
Nor a false hope in destiny.

But just didn’t want to tell.

He spoke about false crushes.
And she spoke too, her awesome cock-and-bulls.

Neither did they plan, nor did they worry.

Good friends were they, for long.
Where did the love come from, knew neither him, nor her.

Was it really love? Came this doubt never!

Their laughters increased, and their confessions too,
Except that one, but does it really matter.

Because she knew and he knew too.

Cheers

God Bless

The song of judgement

One can have cool head, not reacting much to the happenings around. But mind is one thing which is ever inquisitive to travel deep into the forbidden areas. One fine afternoon I was travelling in bus, listening to Let it Go and then this poem happened.
 
There are things that aren’t perfect,
In and around me.
The cause of which,
Doesn’t trace its roots to me.
I’m told to accept them
And embrace too.
As nothing can be
And should be perfect.
I understand and agree.
 
But where were and are
These voices,
When I did things
That weren’t perfect,
That didn’t meet the standards
Which I didn’t set.
When I was judged,
And accepted not
For meeting not
Their standards.
 
Well, the past is in the past.
The stones that stand
The test of time,
Will live, to sing
The song and the story
Of the past.
The wounds have healed
But the scars remain.
And these may disappear too,
Along with a serene sunset.
 
Here I stand,
Accepting the judgement
Of none, but One.
Raised by the hands,
That wanted to make a gentleman.
Will live so forever,
Not succumb to the pressure.
Let the world respect a unworthy.
But I will stay true to those
Whom I consider worthy.

Cheers

God Bless

A harmony of past-present-future

I’ve posted about CBC – Chennai Bloggers Club many times earlier. CBC is a group of some amazing bloggers connected to Chennai. Many interesting activities are initiated and all of us participate in it enthusiastically. The latest one is ‘The CBC Tablog – 3’ where each person posts on the topic ‘Chennai – A blend of the traditional and the modern’ every day, for a series of days. Today i’m publishing this post as a part of ‘The CBC Tablog – 3’.

The previous post in this tag was published by Deepak Raghuraman here – ‘Chennai – A Pendulum Swinging Between Tradition & Modern‘. Deepak is an awesome blogger. His blog Namma Area is a one-stop for anything and everything that you need to know about Chennai. And not just that, there is a load of useful information required for day-to-day activities posted by him. So please do check out his blog.

Madras~Chennai – A harmonic blend of the past-present-future

Waiting for Puliyodharai packet~ Thiruvallikeni Parthasarathy Temple,
Checking the darshan ticket ~ T.Nagar TTD.

Jogging in the morning ~ Panagal Park,
Relaxing in the evening ~ Semmozhi Poonga.
 
Having a Sumptuous breakfast ~ Mylai Karpagambal Mess,
Planning a fast catch up ~ Hard Rock Café.
 
Slurping at home ~ Strong Filter Coffee,
Flirting as you roam ~ Café Coffee Day.
 
A full plate of ~ Idly,
Also a plateful ~ Momo.
 
Of yesterday romance ~ Pilot Theatre,
Or 3D every Dimanche* ~ Luxe Cinemas.
 
With four different chutneys ~ Masala Dosa,
While four different toppings ~ Pizza.
 
Peeking at the past ~ Royapuram Railway Station,
Gazing at the future ~ Ashok Nagar Metro Station.
 
Old than a century ~ Armenian Church,
Bold and glittery ~ Injambakkam ISKCON.
 
Fun and frolic ~ VGP Golden Beach,
Come and few alcoholic ~ ECR Resort.
 
Wonder of the past ~ Spencer Plaza,
Wander as you pass ~ Express Avenue.
 
Rangapuravihara ~ Margazhi Utsavam,
Rock and Roll ~ Rock Fest.
 
Pure vegetarian ~ Udupi Hotel,
Pasta and Italian ~ Themed Restaurants.
 
Sundal and seashore ~ Marina Beach,
Sure this doesn’t bore ~ Elliot’s Promenade.
 
Chepauk is the base ~ Test Match,
Kilpauk is the case  ~  CSK.
 
The big bold brother ~ Suburban Railway,
The little in making brother ~ Metro Network.
 
Shop and sweat ~ Parry’s Corner,
Drop and sweat ~ Siruseri IT Park.
 
Glorious Madras ~ Glamourous Chennai.
 
Truly a melting pot,
Come on, Give it a shot.
 
You will not regret,
For the experiences you get.

If you are uninitiated about Chennai, the first line in every stanza represents the face of the old Madras and second, the trend of modern Chennai. Both are thriving simultaneously today and that’s the beauty here. 

Chennai is a beautiful harmonic blend of the past, the present and also the future. All are equally accepted and celebrated, which makes it a wonderful cosmopolitan city.

*Dimanche – Sunday in French

‘The CBC Tablog – 3’ is to be continued by Vid Dev, who would be posting on this topic tomorrow. She blogs at The Pensieve. A talented person, she posts about music, her myriad thoughts and many more in a fantastic way. Wishing all the best and waiting for her post tomorrow.

Cheers

God Bless

Scribble your heart away!

Earlier I’d written about one’s personal diary – My Black Diary. Personal Diary is a person, rather than a thing who’ll remain a good and faithful friend for life. Quoting from it, “A friend in need Is a friend Indeed, So they proclaimed, And he remained, In time of need When left to bleed…“

And here’re some Black Diaries, from MatrikaS Paper Products. As said in the website, their products are inspired from the powerful energies (denoted by Matrikas, a Sanskrit term for mother) to aid the process of ideation, innovation and expression.

It was such a sweet gesture from MatrikaS to send me an Antique Journal, a Swami Vivekananda Journal and a 5 Subject Notebook for review. And all of them were simply awesome!

The Antique Journal was just perfect – 256 thick sheets of papers hard bound, soft finish, clearly printed memoranda and other stuff, classic touch, elegant yet simplistic design, last but not least, two of my favourite elements – a satin page marker and the fresh smell of a new book!

It was a double treat to receive a journal filled with information, pictures and quotes of my favourite personality, and a special thanks to MatrikaS again for this. This journal was as good as the Antique Journal, but i’d be partial to the personality journal, because it contains information on Swami Vivekananda 🙂

The 5 subject notebook brought memories of school and college. It had a cool appeal with abstract designs, and equally good in quality as the other products. A perfect choice for any school/college goer (Okay, there is no hard and fast rule that only a student must be using 5 subject notebook)

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And to mention, I loved the logo of this brand too. With seven faces, it represents the Sapta-Matrikas, doing good justice to the brand name.

A quick and final verdict would be…

Quality: Best in class.

Cost: Very much justified and reasonable for the given quality of products.

So why wait? Check out the cool MatrikaS products in Flipkart, pick some and Scribble your heart away!

Cheers

God Bless

My Black Diary

My Black Diary

A friend in need
Is a friend Indeed,
So they proclaimed,
And he remained,
In time of need
When left to bleed
Due to misdeed
I didn’t breed.

Lost and weary
In days of misery,
When tired of treachery
And insane memory.
He brought the merry
Making me teary
A good friend very,
My Black Diary.

To Thee

Prostrations to Thee
Oh Lord!
And thanks, and tons and tons
Thanks of.
The words and lines just not for,
Thee spoke
to Thou createst life,
also but
making me realize and know
the harmony,
but nothing the divine song of
Your words.

I’m not Patriotic..on Independence Day

I’m not Patriotic

I’m not Patriotic
I just gave my seat and a smile
to that grandma,
who stood in the bus.
Oh wait, also I still keep smiling,
and no flag is fluttering
over the top left square
of the biggest Book I Face.
The former smile anyway
was returned with huge interest.
I have failed in my duty
to uphold the loyalty!

Puthaandu #6 of 100 H-Days

It’s festive time, again. And it starts with the Tamil New Year today. It brings a doubled advantage. I can restart the resolutions that I’ve started some 3 months back, and have almost forgotten it! 😀

Puthaandu – Tamil New Year always had a special place in my heart. During my school days, the final exams get over by the first week of April, and the summer vacations would start with the celebrations of the New Year.

One beautiful thing, that I’ve look forward in any festive day, is decorating the main door with Thoranam – the garland made of fresh, green mango leaves.

In progress

 I can still remember the days when I would hand pick the mango leaves one by one, rejecting the not-so-good ones and give it my grandpa who’d tie them in a string and adorn it on the threshold. Sooner I picked up this ‘art’ and it was me who would do this task on any festival day. Standing on a stool I’d tie the string over. I’ve grown so much that I don’t need the stool anymore, but the happiness that I used to have, hasn’t diminished any little.

The fragrance of fresh mango leaves lend a touch to the festive mood, and I seriously feel that should one of the main reason, for it to be used in any special occasion. It is this feel that I’ve fallen in love with, still continuing, and will go on.

As I was doing this operation today morning, thought of a small poem…

Looking fresh, also bright and green
Too awesome, some broad and some lean.
Very simple, yet brimming with grace
Adding allure, and also charm to the place.
Among those to adorn, the most prominent
And in fests, the most dominant.

P.S. It doesn’t the describe the mango leaves alone 😉

Cheers

God Bless

And she said…

A sketch for the poem or a poem for the sketch?

And she said, “Awesome”
Seeing the portrait, conceived from her charm.
But the admiration, hidden!

And she said, “Wonderful”
Reading the poem, written on her allure.
But the adoration, concealed!

And she said, “Fantastic”
Liking the status, defining her elegance.
But the motive, latent!

And she said, “Beautiful”
Holding the flowers, which echoed her beauty.
But the thoughts, suppressed!

And she said, “Aww”
Blushing at her picture, reflecting her appeal.
But the fondness, buried deep in heart!

And there would come a sunrise, or a sunset
When the thoughts could merge.
And the love, never submerge!

 

The italicized could be deciphered as…HIS feelings that he hides, while he admires her expressions, or HER feelings that she hides, while she expresses for him to admire!

Cheers

God Bless