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To Women..

The fairer sex is an enigma..

I dont understand even the one i call maa..
In their grace and beauty hides something..
of which i fathom nothing..

Speaking the same language as we do..
Their meaning i still cant undo..
Over and over to know i tried in vain..
how their power over men drives us insane..

We love them for every little thing..
For just looking at them makes our heart sing..
We secretly like them making us wait..
We like to watch their lovely gait..

One they say is made for me..
Wonder where n who is she..
The search is on and forever it will be..
Till i find the angel meant for me..

 

I posted this one on orkut a long long time ago and got quite surprising responses.. including a “To men” right back at me..

Havent posted it but will add the link.. Usha & Sashu: You remember this I am very very sure

http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=1538&tid=2521254252858611848&start=1

Men Vs. Women

Bringing back some of my oldies from dusty recesses of the internet, Usha and Sashu might just remember this from its original days 😀
Men and women invairably stand..
One without the other always damned..
What do we have so different i wonder..
Physical and mental differences i ponder..
Oh, the almighty did play a wicked plot..
Dividing us amongst our own lot..

A knight stands strong fighting his side..
On the other a lady scorned and weapons drawn wide..
Both in eternal battle engaged for now..
What attacks and counterattacks, and oh how?

One without the other incomplete..
Each in the other their match do meet..
From time immemorial to future unending..
One to the other is bound , body and mind..

Try as we may to escape it..
The thing is thats the only way we fit..
Two pieces of a puzzle simple..
Two faces of a magical coin till we wrinkle..

Fight it or embrace it choose u can..
But lie not to ur heart and to ur own clan..
For even in the deepest of hatred..
A little care and love has somewhere bred..

I have my reasons to choose my path too..
But logic gives me reasons few..
To ensue in a fight ages old yet new..
As always i stand by as i have no clue…

Out of Place..

Its just another summer day..
Sunshine in the month of may..
Another one of many such days..
But somehow i feel out of place..
Nothing in particular is truly wrong..
But today seems a little too long..
There are things to do and places to go..
But my heart somehow says No..
Life is neither up nor down..
And yet i have an inexplicable frown..
If everything is as is meant to be..
Why is something bothering me?

Answers for questions unasked..
Words to dreams unseen..
As my thoughts spill beyond time..
Is silence an actual crime ???

Love, Loss & Acceptance

So Shail has finally done something about that beautiful talent of hers. About time too. Am shamelessly plugging for her and will be doing quite a few times here forward (Get used to it).

Go but the book at

http://pothi.com/pothi/book/shail-mohan-love-loss-acceptance

Its poetry and the good kind. Look at her blog if you dont believe me.

Love, Loss & Acceptance.

 

Love, Loss & Acceptance

Blog me a Poem

Blogging is a funny thing to do

A way out of  routine and a nice break too

Total freedom to say the things you want

To rant, to speak out and to touch a million minds

 

The start is the easy part

You register, login and begin to talk real smart

Your thoughts pour out loud and clear

Matters of the heart, issues that are dear

 

The flow ebbs as time goes by

The million minds dont say hi

The posts waver and come to a halt

You start doubting if its your fault.

 

Getting attention isnt that easy

And the blogosphere isnt for the lazy

Churn out content night after day

And comment to others ,  have your say

 

The views will come, I promise you this

If your blog doesnt lose its fizz

So what are you waiting for, go write another post

Let out that thought, that poem, that crazy ghost.

 

In Her Eyes..

 

 

Can you see it in her Eyes ?

Does her face not give it away ?

 Are words really needed on such a day ?

This is heaven, with hell to pay.

 

Hold her in this moment forever

Don’t break the spell, hold her nearer

Let the magic hold you in its sway

Have all of eternity in a day

 

Swing her in your arms to that silent tune

Kiss her tonight under the full new moon

Make it a night she cant forget

Make it a memory that never gathers dust..

Not Really a Rebel

The rock and roll scene gets to all..
While some succeed, most do fall..
Across the globe, they pop out from nowhere..
Telling the world how they dont care..

The fans go crazy at these guys..
Yuppy kids with jeans hanging off thighs..
A tattoo and a guitar is all you need..
That and lyrics no one can read..

Its a wacky crazy life I hear..
There’s wine, women and wealth to spare..
Those kisses that they throw in the air..
Make hearts flutter of many a maiden fair..

But all good things come to an end..
Most of them end up lonely around the bend..
In the solitude of their golden years they lie..
Often in pain wishing to just die..

I got the tattoo but no guitar..
I dont have a voice or the funky car..
Guess the rebel in me must be content..
That I can afford the next months rent..

A 55er ? inspired from Usha Ma’am

A glimpse is sometimes all you get

of a dream, an angel, a moment just before sunset

This is it you say to yourself

and then it passes, its gone, it never was

The search begins from then on forward

For something that defines you but cant be expressed

Such is life, This is It

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This is what a 55 er is; information from Usha’s post :)

A literary work will be considered 55 Fiction if it has:

  • Fifty-five words or less (A non-negotiable rule)
  • A setting,
  • One or more characters,
  • Some conflict, and
  • A resolution. (Not limited to moral of the story)

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I dont have a heading for this one and am not sure if this one does justice to all the above rules. But if it doesnt, then maybe i can write one again. 😀

A Walk

Lets just take a walk, you and me

A stroll around that park, of all others free

You can hold my hand like that just above the elbow

Lean on my shoulder and match step for step

 

Lets talk of things we thought we had forgotten

of things we want to forget and of things we never can

Lets talk as if to ourselves but only somehow better

Lets share this space, this moment, this heartbeat

 

Lets leave what needs no telling unsaid

Lets not wonder of where it will all go to in the end

Lets forget time and promises and all else that isn’t you or me

Lets take a walk, just you and me

No Free Lunches..

There are no free lunches in life’s long lanes..
Help comes at a price, often measured in pain..
Every stranger is a possible friend..
Most fraud, some true from above are send..

Friendships of convenience are all that exist today..
Ties that bind are broken, when truth has its final say..
We all pretend and smile as if nothing is wrong..
A smile not reaching our eyes, with the rest going along..

Sympathy is a word without meaning today..
It doesnt really matter whatever you say..
Someones pain is seen only if nothing else is in the way..
Noone wants to be the shoulder to cry on, not today..