Saturday, December 24, 2011


He had been a nomad in search of love,
Longed he to love himself,
Love the way he was,
Love the way he lived.
Yet the devil in him held the reign,
The passage to his heart lay sealed

Thought he about the wounds he inflicted
On self and on his loved ones
How he had been in search of a herb
To soothe his bruised heart.
But all he could see was miles of land
Parched beyond a green revival.

In despair he began to tear apart his memories
Searching for the early lullabies of love
Sweet whispers that played subtly in his ears
Mother where are you?he cried.

Far away he saw the outstretched arms,
He surged ahead to soak in the warmth of love
Love that was engulfing him and stifling him
Finally he had found the love that evaded him all along
A silent smile lit his lip as he fell into the eternal sleep
Thinking of a rebirth..Mother earth here I come!

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Hibernation- An excuse for being lazy!!

Its been quite some time since I last visited this literary frame. Blame it on my laziness! After all where there is a will there is a way....

What better way to be back in action than pen down a few thoughts about excuses.What a way to camouflage your intentional/unintentional thoughts and actions."Sorry I did not mean to hurt you", "Was stuck in a bad traffic jam". As the various verbal manifestations of excuses started lighting up my thoughts, the creativity adorned by them amused me. After all coming up with new excuses each time is no minor task.

When talking about excuses I cannot just forget an earlier reportee of mine who used to excel in this art while reporting late to office. The subtle humor in his excuses were such that the entire team used to wait for the moment when I used to walk up to him and he used to let go his excuse of being late.

Thinking of excuses is just not an excuse of being lazy, signing off with this enlightenment!

Friday, October 23, 2009

In Pursuit Of Happiness

Monotony, thy name is life,
No sooner I make this mental note,
That I see him looking at me
A look that was giving a new meaning to life.

Wondered I have stood many a times,
Watching him go about with his life,
With no hassles or complains
Taking along whatever he is given in his stride

Here I was lamenting, making
a mockery of the true blessing called life.
I paused, I waited for him,
Determined to question his blissful existence.

Following the path unknown,
To reach the distant destination,
Graciously accepting all the fellow companions
Adds a great mystery and zest to life.

Was that a smile that has perched itself on my lips?
Or was that a display of wisdom that came late?
Anyway, Life has this strange way
Of making you meet ones that make your day

Thursday, September 17, 2009

The Distance

The words errupted from my mouth,
Landed on his ears..
Words that were unspoken till now..
Words that were unheard till now..

Yet they had traversed a dreaded path
The path from my mouth to his ear.
The ears which had always welcomed
My expressions of ecstasy and sorrow

The compelling factors had been many
The impending disaster I did not forsee
Yet I let them out
In what I felt was a careless moment

A moment I now frantically try to recreate
Restructure with a new sequence of events
Fighting hard against the speedster
A merciless monster called time

"Father do you hear me?"
Or is the path from my heart to your ear clouded
with the painful venom that I had spit?
I seem to shiver waiting for an answer.

Father, I want to reach back to you,
I long for the warmth of your hug,
I long to lie on your lap
Counting the endless stars in the galaxy.

I have started the journey
A journey of atonement,
A journey that will wipe out forever..
The distance- The distance laid out by words!!!!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

With "out" Water

"Out" has always been a disgraced word in the dictionary.Its usage is always succeeded by dejection which instills a sense of helplessness in an individual forcing him to give up. Any amount of adorning with the help of prefixes have not salvaged its tarnished image. Now a little thought about the prefix "With". It portrays power,reassuarance that every thing is alright .Look at this example "I am the most happiest with you". Now try suffixing the same with an "Out". Lets get back to the example." I am the most happiest with out you". Enough of prologue, now straight to the topic..
"Depressed" would be the word to best describe my mood as I walk into my apartment after a tired day at office to find the pipes running dry the second consecutive day. This emotion was soon over come with anger, frustation and I had to just call up my husband, my emotional sink, at his office. Not giving him any room to speak I just bursted out "Theres no water at home, what am I supposed to do". I had told you many times to store water in the bucket, you never did that..blah blah.." My husband waited for me to complete and patiently (I do not know how he managed that) to call the complaint cell in the apartment complex. Now my anger increased two fold when I was not able to get through them after repeated attempts.

Cursed I the moments I had allowed water to flow continuously , while cleaning dishes, washing. I wish I had saved every drop.I was fuming by now.Thats when I realised I had just checked at one of the bathooms for water. I immediately rushed to kitchen sink and lo I was greeted by running water.I checked the rest of the taps and all tested positive. Now I had started regaining my lost mind. I quickly went to the bathroom I had checked initially. The taps were still dry. Thats when a sudden brain wave stuck me. I had in fact turned off the main water supply valve in the bathroom anticipating that in case water comes, and in case the taps are open the apartment can be flooded.I am not sure when I can have an action replay of my child like glee as I started opening the valve and water started gushing out of the pipes.
But at the same time I did I hear something ringing in my ear
"Presence of mind any day, Keeps your BP at bay":-))

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

The Runaway Mind

"Are you out of your mind"? , one must have heard this statement more than once during many a conversation. Thats when one stops and starts to wonder about the mightiness of Mind and the larger than life image it flashes. Delving deep into the topic, I started dissecting the above statement. The debate whether mind controls our thoughts or whether the thoughts are self driven soon commenced. Now the rationalist in me look at thoughts as a series of conditions or conditional situations , some self born and some born out of inspiration or influence.Now the big question , what role does our mind play in these "thoughtful" acts? I intend to continue my pursuit of the mystery of "The Runaway Mind".

Thursday, January 8, 2009


Her outgoing self played a perfect match to his restrained self,
Her disciplined self was a complete opposite to his laidback self,
Her garrulous nature had an unusual companion in his pleasant silence,
Her dreamy world was often shaken up by his sense of presence,
As their adorning adjectives clashed, little did they realise that,
They had just crossed yet another milestone of Togetherness.