In The Eyes Of Fantasy

Demise

2011-08-16T16:04:00.000+05:30

Remorse in eyes,

His soul so small in size,

No strength in him to rise,

Yes! He is the cause of our demise!

The Dreams in My Box

2011-08-11T12:55:00.002+05:30

Last night I was quite tired and weary,

With my eyes open, I saw a fairy,

Oh! Was she someone known?

Indeed, I am the shadow she once owned.

She urged me to unravel,

The dreams in my box,

To shun all my fears and

Open all the closed locks,

Enter the gate of freedom,

Play the guitars, marimbas and drums,

It is high time to see the flowers,

The way they are,

It is high time to fly,

And feel the colours of the sky!

There are demons and jungles,

And dark tunnels and dungeons,

There are chasms of the unknown,

And corners and spaces so lonely and alone.

So what! Why fear and not answer back,

Why not throw the evil in the abysmal sack!

Seasons

2011-08-04T14:56:00.000+05:30

Seasons changed,
They grew up too fast,
The minds raged,
But in an iron cast.

Seasons changed again,
Like the blinking eyes,
Oh! The mourning rain,
No courage left to rise.

Seasons of love and hatred!
No, of unfaithfulness,
She waited and waited,
To be killed with callousness!

Some seasons change,
But some remain the same,
Cold as sorrow,
Scorching as pain in vain!
Some seasons change, some remain the same.

The Unknown World

2011-04-11T18:36:00.000+05:30

That's her - broken and shattered,
Collecting pieces of her life,
Amid unknown people, in an unknown world,
With tears shunning to cry and breath not wanting to die,
With smile just a facade and love a cruel guard!

A New Story

2011-04-09T15:19:00.002+05:30

The doll of melancholy peeps through her shell,

Finds her soul feeling the death knell,

Oh! Here is a new story of sadness to tell,

Of pain tearing the mighty skies with its mute yell,

Of life plunging into the unknown dark well...

Oh! The rope of hope is no more to be found,

No bond of affection but a palpable boundless bound,

Her fading hues are shrieking with death's own silent sound,

It will be but a desolate world with her not around,

With her not around...

There was more for you to sow...!

2010-12-18T12:06:00.004+05:30

Somewhere in the blooming blue,

Your eyes give me a clueless clue,

You left me long ago in everyone’s view,

Oh! I still see your face... is it true?

Why did you have to go?

Why could you no longer row?

'cause there was more for you to sow...!

There is more for you to sow...!

A New Grave

2010-11-12T23:33:00.000+05:30

A new day,
With a new grave,
A Sorrowful wave,
In the hopeless cave.

A dead soul,
Unpromising role,
A heart all alone,
The ticking clock,
And the door lock,
The mute TV,
And quiet brushes,
The paint bottles,
Wailing in pain,
Black and white,
No colours seen,
Just shrieking silence,
Amid the silent walls,
No need to call,
Characters not at all tall,
Revenge and hatred,
...........
The unlikable world,
Evey day,
A new day,
A new grave!

Passing Thought!

2010-10-07T13:28:00.000+05:30

Lined... Unlined... Maligned

Not that I don't want it,

Just that it meets up in the eyes of the unmet,

Meandering melody of life,

Molesting the magical mirage,

Murdering the mere iron mysteries,

Mining the mesmerizing music!

Thank You My Love!!!!

2010-02-26T00:15:00.002+05:30

The Hues

2010-02-22T16:26:00.006+05:30

A fractious heart,
A rebellious soul.
Dauntless eyes,
And tales untold.
Of love, of war,
Of feelings so cold.
Of serpentine dreams,
And reality sold.
Yes, she's made of gold.
With lightening thoughts,
And marvelous sleights,
She tries to get up,
Surprisingly to fall back again.
Is it the magic of the dark,
To juice it away always?
Whatever... it is her hues,
Which remain at last.

10 Minutes to be everywhere!

2010-01-11T15:48:00.000+05:30

10 minutes to create a report,
10 minutes to head for a meeting,
10 minutes to be everywhere,
10 minutes to know if my heart is still beating.

10 minutes for the waiting auto,
10 minutes for the client's head heating,
10 minutes to be everywhere,
10 minutes to see if my life is cheating.

10 minutes for my fiance to reach me,
10 minutes for the sun to be setting,
10 minutes to be everywhere,
10 minutes to wipe eyes that are weeping.

10 minutes to be sad and happy both,
10 minutes to be yours and everyone's too,
10 minutes to be everywhere,
10 minutes to end my life and begin anew for you!

The Cosmic Unison

2010-01-11T15:22:00.000+05:30

Playing with Intelligence!

2010-01-10T15:40:00.000+05:30

God's Best Idea!

2010-01-10T15:38:00.000+05:30

Oh My God! Help Me!

2010-01-10T15:36:00.000+05:30

Her Idea Bag!

2010-01-10T15:30:00.002+05:30

PR's Doing @ A Glance!!!!!

2010-01-10T15:21:00.001+05:30

Horizon's Search

2010-01-10T15:13:00.001+05:30

Love Lost With Coffee!

2010-01-10T15:10:00.001+05:30

Sweet Whispers with Coffee!

2010-01-10T15:09:00.000+05:30

Elope With Coffee!

2010-01-10T15:04:00.001+05:30

Simplicity

2010-01-10T14:57:00.000+05:30

Thought Flowers

2010-01-10T14:13:00.002+05:30

The Wait!

2010-01-10T14:11:00.002+05:30

The Door of Ideas!

2010-01-10T14:10:00.000+05:30

The Union

2010-01-10T14:06:00.000+05:30

Oh! At least we can try!

2009-12-31T14:46:00.005+05:30

This longing doesn't let me sleep in peace,
I keep hunting for colours in all the reeves,
It's a tree with red, yellow, blue, pink leaves,
Oh! My soul wants to tease, tease and tease.

Right, I see a gate of death, left I see a ray of hope,
Front I see a girl wanting to be high on a colorful dope,
Eyes with dreams, mind at work, and a tight grip of my ambition rope,
Oh! How much I want to start the journey for my life to cope!

Morning sun and the starry lit night sky,
The festival of Christ and a happy new year- why?
From celebrating everyday- how can we shy?
Let us live and let others too! Oh! At least we can try!

The Cradle of Darkness

2009-10-18T23:04:00.004+05:30

In the cradle of darkness and demise,
The mist is all over on everyone's eyes,
You call me, call me, call me, to see the rise,
Ahhh!It is in the lap of the brutal demon of pain that she lies!

Love in the eyes of a snake,
War in the eyes of the fairy,
Rape in the eyes of the priest,
And Divinity in the bays of aching rain!

Tears I want not, tears I need badly,
A few words of affection from you ...
Oh!!! only in weirdest fantasies,
I love, no more, my desires that deceit!

Lost in the era of sadists,
Found in the mirage of the gleaming hopes,
Naked and clothed at the same time,
Far far away in the desolate entangling ropes.

Roses on my marriage and roses on her death,
Tears on my victory and tears for her soul,
White of the fairy and that of the cremate,
Red of her passion and red of my soaked blood untold.

Cold is my life and so is her snow,
Dark is the swallowing mist around,
And nowhere to go- for simplicity,I breath and live,
In the cradle of this bleak darkness of my dark life alive!

Her Warm Heart and Warm Arms

2009-10-12T01:17:00.004+05:30

These are tears dropping down my cheeks,
Neither shrieking out of pain this time,
Nor are mere mute spectators,
They are cooling the flames inside,
Yes! The rolling flames of Sorrow!

They are aimless vagabonds tonight onwards,
All the reasons of course dead and entombed,
No wishes, no dreams, no colours anymore,
No definitions of joy and hope,
And black itself a luxury unfathomable!

The dark skies and dull hearts,
Sorrow itself is obsolete,
Where next can my feet reach,
When they have been amputated,
With words sharper than the sharpest knives!

Is it life or lif...
Cant recall the spelling of existence,
Is it the intensity of Death's resistance!
There is nothing more to go numb,
There is nothing more to go mute and dumb.

It is only a wreathing roller coaster of fire,
Touching me, ruining me carefully,
Just burning me at the right moments,
Without standing in the dock for accusation,
Yet, fulfill it's venomous sins!

Have stopped asking when the sun will rise,
Have stopped urging for goodness charm,
Have forgotten what love used to be,
And the cozy sweet home cuckoo alarm...
If I remember it is only and only,
My mother's warm heart and warm arms!

20:20 @ Opus

2009-09-10T15:22:00.006+05:30

Cloudless clime and starry night sky,
The place was lit with secreted candle lights,
It was time for revelry for a pair of golden eyes,
The two of them had given 20:20 a big delight!

From formal seating to warm signs,
From the unsettled silence to music and smiles
The unquenchable thirsts to tequila shots and wines,
Yes, it was merry-making reverberating many miles.

The clicks and flashes began with Tarana and Ian,
With vivacious Kalia, sharing brilliant snap-ops.
The two Mangalorean beauties (Sanjana and Aditi) next to me,
Had unlimited talks with divine manna dew drops.

There, on the extreme corner of the table,
Lean and lanky Viju, laughed and talked.
Giving us some interesting fables,
He enjoyed seeing Pourush locked and lost.

Oh what a sport, Pourush proved to be!
Grabbed the microphone with no hitches inside,
The lonely Mizo boy had set the tone for many,
The stage was now set for others to glide.

Soon, the musical flames rolled on,
Caught the heart of the pleased, Murali.
Jumping on the stage, he rocked with Bon,
Splendid! Yes, it was, really!

Priya in her white was calm and composed,
Booze-less, seemed to be enjoying the roar.
Left a little early for some other chores,
Will keep it as a memory of the Opus galore.

Ranbir’s fan, Vaishnavi was a cherubim-like lass,
Hopping in the arena, she had a great time.
Priyank Wagre organized yet enjoyed the bass,
Unfeigned with a lovely and caring rhyme.

Edna, the darling, and Ronny, the dude,
With similar and twin, twinkling expressions,
Raced the party with zeal and zest,
Inspired and encourage, kept no reservations.

Dech, the damsel, with her curly locks,
And, Rhia dear, with her beautiful eyes,
Left everyone’s heart with loud tick-tocks,
Persis’s complexion was on a pinky blush rise.

The last song of the day came to our plate,
Oh wow! We became even the karaoke guy's long.
Everyone joined in- from suave Ian to cute Guri,
It became a rhythmic homie-ching-chong.

Time ran like horses in a war,
Oh! Past twelve, we left with a power.
Relaxed, rejuvenated yet a little tired,
The sweet weariness in our memories to flower!

The Answer

2009-08-19T12:59:00.007+05:30

Is it passion, if it is lost at a hit on the ground,
Is it life if gone just by a small lightening bolt,
Is it love if wiped out by a single doubt around,
Is it she if she cries hopeless about a future smile?

Her love for life is so big that she can revive the world,
Her trust in faith is still strong enough to break all barriers,
Her sharp eyes are just enough to straighten the emotions curled,
Her remnant courage is just what she needs to fight the bad time out.

It is not her if she puts her weapons down,
It is not her if she puts her ambitions low,
It is not her if she leaves the battle midway like a clown,
It is not her if she no more believes in the vow.

Oh... Look at her ... How majestic she looks!
With dauntless charm on her face as ever,
She is back to teach a lesson to those worthless crooks,
To tear their sinews with just a mighty blow and be the winner forever.

When

2009-08-18T21:44:00.010+05:30

The sun is in the dark,
The fishes are dry,
The sky is looking for shelter,
And Music is groping for her own voice!

The idiot box is seamlessly befriending her,
The fridge invites her for more and more food,
The wrecked shelves of the rack are staring at her,
And the unsettled blanket is crying for her warmth.

The balcony gate is cruel like a cage,
The curtains are behaving like a mirage,
The bed she is on, is no less than a hideous monster,
And the Wall is hunting for the latent truth.

When will the sun rise again?
When will the fish breathe in water again?
When will the sky be her shelter again?
When will music sooth the ears again?

Time- The Healer

2009-06-18T17:31:00.012+05:30

The sleight of hands,
The prestidigitation of The Blue Umbrella,
It is a call to be redivivus...
It is time to finish the megrim in me.

The Paragon's soul seems to be leaving me,
Is it oneric...
Is it a whim...
Or is it the bitter tergiversation.

It is not Lady Destiny's call,
She slept silently before any living grain;
Joy in life has reached its level of abstemiousness,
Wish I had the wand to cosset happiness.

The veneration is pejorative now,
But I am still waiting,
For the fillip of love at me once again,
No matter how momentary it is.

The darkness of the sky,
Has to be depredated.
Love's effulgence is inevitable,
Love has to prevail.

This Time is gravid with Sorrow,
But it's time's work,
To defeat Sorrow,
And let the innocence of Love win.

A new lesson at Wonder La

2009-04-27T14:54:00.011+05:30

Going to Wonder La, the adventure spot,
Oh! No point!
You wont touch a ride,
You are so much scared and with fear, caught.

Aah... forget it! Let me go please!
I want to go and see,
Whether I play no rides at all;
I want to feel the adventure's soul crease!

OK... You go but...
All I say is be careful,
Take care of yourself,
Don't go into streams and get too wet!

Oh... Sweet Heart!
Thank you, my Lord,
Will make it a point to be vigilant and strong,
And keep away the danger cart!

And there, I packed my bags and boots,
Went on the free spree, space less;
On my way, I clicked and saw,
Dances of so many different roots.

I jumped into most thrilling rides of all,
Felt my heart beat,
Alive is what I was,
Happiness and joy were all on a call.

I screamed with excitement,
When defied gravity,
I laughed with tickles,
When Archimedes's buoyancy lent.

The waves in the pool,
Were so full of rushing blood,
Had shed all my heat,
In the cool of no rules.

Adrenalin rush and what it means,
Ask me now, I will tell you it's real;
Y-screams, twisters and water pendulums,
To mind, body and soul, they were orgasmic scenes.

I felt like a bird,
twittering in the spring;
How my wings were fluttering,
With no regrets in my thought or word.

My heart today is so much more free,
I am not scared of life once more;
No talking about locks,
'cause I have the right master key!

Life is nothing but a set of rides and slides,
Sometimes low, sometimes high;
We have to sail through with sorrows and joy,
And emerge winner in all the fights!

HE...

2009-01-04T09:23:00.010+05:30

I opened my eyes with dew on them,
And sweet nothings whispered in my ears,
The urge woke me unbothered with time's hem,
And his hand's grip,at once, washed all my fears.

His evangelic face had the eyes of the priest,
His gait, though child-like, was steadily brave.
No meal with him too tastes like an enormous feast,
Yes, for a man like him- who's soul wouldn't crave?

The jokes of his wit at every spur passed,
Show the rare heart and mind combo owned.
A day with him seems to be a second well masked,
He can melt you like wax, even if you are stoned.

The darling of all, he rules every heart,
His magical charm and smile can ruin every moan.
Having his own scepter of the mystical art,
He wipes out griefs evoking agony and groan.

Adoring it when he gives me a childish chide,
He has always saved me from the cuts of the deadly knife.
I am lucky to have him by my side,
I thank the Almighty for this blessing of my life.

The River and I

2008-12-31T22:47:00.007+05:30

She flows like an honest song,
With the rhythm of life off and on.
Giving relief to millions,
She has not rested for past so many eons.

Her pearly azure blue eyes,
Have helped alike the fool and the wise.
Unfeigned she flows with her dance,
Creating infinite magic and romance.

Seeing her I feel,
My age is a short reel.
With not so much of burden,
No worries, I see her to be coen.

She washes all the malice,
Gulps it down like a cup of lees.
She is so incredibly tolerant,
Putting us humans down to shame's torrent.

The witness of births and deaths,
She is moving on with fresh breaths.
No alas and mournful sighs,
In her the suns set and also rise.

Love of young couples, fights of the old,
On her banks, it's only joy and all sorrows sold.
For she is meaning which we humans miss,
Every moment we should live like an innocent kiss.

Yes, she does brings unknown death knells,
But also in her meanders, can we ring joy's bells.
She is certainly not a mystery so tough to crack,
But a creation of Almighty who smiles, cries and comes back.

You and I

2008-12-09T11:11:00.002+05:30

You and I,
Very unlike yet alike,
Waiting to be
We together, forever!

You and I,
Hand in hand,
Strolling on the blues,
With the calmness of togetherness.

You and I,
Front and behind,
Amid the honking gusts,
With my hand on your heart.

You and I,
On the flowery bench,
My locks on your shoulder,
So surreptitious from the worlds.

You and I,
Together yet alone,
Under the murky skies,
Scared of the unknown.

You and I,
On life's eternal sleep,
Where only mournings galore,
With dry eyes and a why.

You and I,
Singing and loving,
With a flute in a hand,
And a stick the next moment.

You and I,
Seeing the same dream,
With wits and courage,
Sailing the same boat.

You and I,
Ahead to the horizon,
Lost in our voyage,
To bind the unbound.

You and I,
On the opposite ends,
Still inseparable,
Like the two magnetic poles.

WIDOW WITH NO WHITE

2008-12-07T14:56:00.001+05:30

Your laughter is a worldly facade; your smile is just a fake,
Your support is a mere stage performance just like winning the goodness race.

When you look into my eyes, I see the beauty of saints with no lies,
And there! A voice comes into my drum, shattering joy’s glory to glum.

There I have your touch, to feel the warmth of your affection,
The next second a blinding bolt of fires, to shred my heart into thin threads and burnt wires.

You are playing a game of revenge making my love more lame with every avenge,
I am losing the battle of life, this news hasn’t reached you but it is very rife.

Soon the doom shall ruin my cast, and the dummy of grief will reveal itself at the last,
It will be too late for you to retrace, my happiness on my torn and scary face.

My colors are all maligned, my thoughts too contorted to be untwined,
You are living right by my side- And yes, I am but a WIDOW WITH NO WHITE!

On The Death of Her Mother!

2008-12-02T21:36:00.005+05:30

The sound of black silence,
Dethrones the giggles;
The heart shrinks to a point
And the eyes hold mute tears,
Shrieking aloud the story
Innocence is orphaned.

Under the clear sunny clime,
When the world basks in the sun,
She sits lonely on her bench of thoughts,
Struggling, fighting and striving hard;
Beginning a new race of joy with every Tomorrow,
Only to end up at the gates of the lethal Sorrow.

Amid the titters of the day,
She is lost finding her own way.
She wonders the reasons of life,
Why is glum cutting her soul with a vile knife?
Her laughter is deceived as soon as born,
There she returns in her blanket of the unknown dark.

Orphaned! Orphaned! Orphaned!
With no tender mother’s hand on her brow,
No gentle smile and no adoring heart,
She lies on the ground, with her brazen art,
Being attacked by dawn’s raw claws,
The gentle twilight is but a long venomous pause.

She Lost Even Her Loneliness!

2008-11-29T14:31:00.011+05:30

A wandering lonely Cloud,
Not with a single drop of the blue-
She is laden with bruises,
Bruises of loneliness,
Solitary amid the sky’s heaven,
She stares at the din and hues below her.

There are seconds, though rare,
When she wants to be the nimbus lot,
Yet something pricks the red out of her,
A conversion from passion to bruise;
And there she bleeds only to the eyes of faith,
Raining red in the reign of grim and gloomy red.

Ever heard an anchor to a cloud?
Yes, this innocent Cloud has always been with one;
Knife for safety, and anchor for the cloud,
Hark! Piercing its own love unawares!
Wish the Cloud could break the chains,
And wander with her own swift gait!

The Cloud wants to go places,
Places full of dreams and charms;
Places where she could dance in her own colorful rain,
With flooding happiness all around.
She wants to be happy, in return she gets,
Is nothing but a pitch dark world!

The Cloud begs her anchor,
Not to hurt her so much;
The Anchor understands her so worldly,
Only to leave her once again all alone.
The Anchor is plaguing her,
With growing loneliness everyday.

Soon the Cloud will lose her fettered flight too,
She is growing- but feeble and fragile!
Soon the Cloud will lose her wishes too,
Colourful or black and white.
Soon she wants to see her dent,
Because that is what will be left as the only vent!

It will be a sad melodrama,
For the din, the hues below her.
It will be a mere tragedy for her anchor too.
But the hopes are tied only on one...
May be someday when it rains red again,
The cure to the bruises doesn't go in vain!

Creator's Inspiration Mime

2008-11-11T10:20:00.004+05:30

The mad hours are over- it seems,
A serene calmness prevails;
Looks like the end of the world,
Beauty of newness herself unveils.

The face is the expression of expressionless,
The mind is sailing freely over the sea;
It is a great time to review,
And to allow your own self to be revealed.

I look into the deep eyes of horizon,
Wondering where to go at the next turning;
In the aisles of the sky, I am lost,
The misty clouds around me are humming.

The chasm of infinity is calling me aloud,
The colours of free creativity-redefining themselves;
There is a zest in my heart,
That is ready to explode the unexplored.

My Soul can't sit idle- food for creativity she needs,
I am yearning for colours to splash the sheets of sky;
Painting rainbows on the infinite canvas so wide and high,
Flying my bees and birds, higher than where the sun and the stars lie.

Amusing! It will be for the human eyes,
When it will be my creation's time;
When colours from my mighty heart's brush will be alive,
Our Creator's eyes with awe will seek an inspiration mime.

WOW...! This is for all the colour fans...!!!

2008-10-24T16:15:00.004+05:30

I was really amazed by his painting ingenuity!

Happily alive forever...!

2008-10-24T14:11:00.004+05:30

A white mist of clouds,
With sparkling gleams of pink,
There I see her night and day,
With raven open or closed- in the sky way!

Her smile has returned,
And so has the pink in the cheek,
The naughty eyes are asking for…
More and more of sweets.

Her dress seems to be never getting old,
The red that was her favourite.
She has put on her footwear
That is beyond minuscule tear.

Her bangles are a sweet music again…
Her moves forever alive…
It’s her new incarnation- so holy and divine;
She is once again alive!

I see her distributing gifts and dishes,
Enjoying the beautifully lit bloom.
The neighbourhood is full of joy,
For she is so pixie and coy!

She peeps out of the kitchen,
With few lamps and candle bits,
Looks at her Heart and tells him,
To be there throughout the din.

Her Heart is elated now.
He knows she has no pains;
She is cured fully-
No scope for melancholic rains.

Infinitely, there she goes away
She seems to me a fairy tale,
Fathoms far is life’s pale
She is living forever in bliss!

I thank her for being here-
Can feel her hand on my brow;
It’s only her touch that makes me feel so free,
So softly palpably with my Eternal Spree.

My Life's Rate

2008-10-20T12:34:00.000+05:30

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	8.5
Mind:	7.7
Body:	7.3
Spirit:	9.6
Friends/Family:	5.3
Love:	8.5
Finance:	8.7
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

The Racing Confusion

2008-10-20T11:46:00.004+05:30

Just tied up in this race of mazes,
One calls for interviews and the other for present work laces;
Feeling really tied up and in a fix,
For the absence of leisure in this diverse duty mix.

I wish I were a fairy,
Independent of my daily diary;
Wish could fly over lilies and different hues,
And come out of this flustering work curfews.

I wish I could just lie in my father's lap,
Play with him minus the mundane wrap;
Shading the walls in my room,
Want to enjoy the flight on my personal broom.

I wish I were a mermaid- delicate and free,
Could go helping like the sea princess on an endless spree;
With the blue around me and not a sad soul,
Wish could ever feel like a free spirit playing only my heart's role.

I wish I were an eagle- soaring high on my wings,
Just touching heights without the restricting rings;
Going beyond the human eyes, yet able to see theirs,
Would have felt like a semi goddess, with an exceptionally high prowess.

Mankind so stuck in this worldly web,
It seems it's busy timelessly, timeless;
Wish we realized what we are missing,
It is like every day death kissing.

I wish I could just open my arms,
And fly high with no mobile alarms;
I wish my heart was full of divine energy,
With no office courts, regulations and the Clergy.

The Rage Of Ambition

2008-10-09T10:30:00.005+05:30

This mind has got a rush within,
It just doesn't keep still.
It's so full of thoughts gushing everywhere,
Sometimes on the land and others zooming in the air.
Ideas and strategies going wild,
The potential and strength on a high glide.

The rage is just not in the gray,
It has seeped in the stream and is wading its way.
The throbs in the heart,
Are just waiting to blast.
Energy, excitement and zest,
Craving to celebrate the triumph after the test.

The hand is on the scepter,
The eyes on the throne.
Behold- Ye Earth, Seas and Sky!
Ye Sun, Death and God- Stand by!
Here, is Life rising on Your ashes,
Fiercely rocketing high, no batting the lashes.

It is time to rig up the mast,
To start the journey to reach first, the point last.
One needs to be steady yet very fast,
To live life in many infinite casts.
Yet to remember the mere Humanness,
In the end, feel the unsuppressed Transgress!

Yours Fiercely Yet Lovingly, Red...

2008-10-07T10:20:00.010+05:30

Undeterred the Red charges ahead...
The Red has dreams to fulfill;
Fearlessly ready to raid,
She keeps her instincts strong to kill.

She falls a few times,
Only to rise back again;
Enjoying her roller coaster ride,
She goes on charging even in the rain.

Despairs, failures, battles,
Have always been her play;
With guns in brains- she rattles,
And gallantly wades her way.

Strong, confident, powerful, yet soft,
What a blend of hues in her!
She sleeps on peril as her cot,
Yet see with closed eyes, fairies with myrrh.

She fights like gladiators,
And dances like princesses!
She wins head held high on her gaiters,
But, her love, she wonderfully caresses.

She lives to die like a brave heart,
And dies to live like a brave soul;
She was born never to be hurt,
And to enjoy devouring storms in her soup bowl.

Today, she is at a cross juncture,
Slightly, opaque for her eyes;
Yet, knowing her, I'm sure,
Her gait is firm, and decisions wise.

The Red will never let herself down,
And be the triumph on fire too;
The Red shall always be the Crown,
And be Red forever- only because of You!

A Special Twang, Strum and Hum....!!!

2008-09-29T10:09:00.004+05:30

This is about the music called life,
Not wandering alone aloof in the night.

This is about rhyme in the air,
Just because she knows you are there.

The fancy pink and the bright red,
She has rose petals strewn all over her bed.

The twinkling eyes and the blushing cheeks,
Shows her joy and happiness at their peaks.

The diamond that hangs in her lace,
Sparkles as much as her own grace.

She lived for him and died for him-
Here she relives once again for him.

She is mass and he is her class,
She finds him embedded in every grain & grass.

The ship with only sail and no anchor,
Needless to say is merely a strange canker.

She sails with her anchor crowned on top,
Proudly she walks with no worries to crop.

It is the beautiful music of life in them,
Making them forever united and one...

Adieu to the cold, and here she welcomes the warmth,
With a special twang, strum and hum!!!

Freshly Painted!!!

2008-09-26T22:02:00.001+05:30

"These are the golden thoughts, melting away,
...of the unquenched queen!!!"

Together

2008-09-21T21:12:00.007+05:30

Light is in distress,
She is shrieking with fear;
It is too heavy to regress,
The way does not seem clear.

She gives birth to shadow,
In turn the shade devours her;
She has stooped a level too low,
Fighting with the darker colours.

Light could not remain in her hue,
Muddled by a million steps;
Her friends very few,
Could only cause a thousand missteps.

She wants to leave her body,
She wants to leave her souls;
She is trapped by darkness,
Her red throbs have countless wholes.

The starry dark comes over her,
Beneath she lies under his weight;
Unknown with her faith going blur,
Darkness does not know what he ate.

The darkness has crept into her cave,
Attacking the whiteness of light so pure;
There is no one to witness and no one to save,
She needs a source for her to cure.

This darkness is crude,
Wish if he could know-
Together is the only way of the prude
In which they can really glow!

Bare and nude she goes...

2008-09-21T11:40:00.003+05:30

Without a cover,
She wanders lonely with her eyes blank.
The eyes which once used to be,
The ocean of musical colours.

Without a cover,
She is lost in her random thoughts.
Thoughts which once had,
The beauty of light personifying life.

Without a cover,
She lies bare on her bed,
In bruises and pain;
Eons ago, they used to be flowery petals.

There is no light in the room,
It's only a bleak dark ghost;
That keeps threatening her
Of solitude so well known.

It was pretense,
That gave her hope;
Only to take it back from her,
The strength she ever had.

Nude and broken,
She lies on her bed.
No feelings
Not a single sign of emotion.

Nude her feelings are,
But no one can see them.
Nude her form is,
And he has eaten her.

Nude she lies like a rock,
With no wants and needs.
The games God played,
Shall never be forgiven.

Death shall wrap her slowly,
She will feel the warmth
Of the close ones
Who loved her unconditionally.

Nude- she will be buried,
In the hearth of earth unknown.
Not letting the rains know
Her existence- unnoticed she goes.

Nude she was born,
Only to seek for a cover;
All but she failed,
So bare and nude... she goes.

Unaware...!

2008-09-20T21:52:00.002+05:30

She was feeling intense pain,
When I was about to bloom in the world!
But I was unaware!

Human instinct embraced her in my form,
She smiled with content oozing out;
It was a new life for her!

She had dreams in her eyes that sparkled,
With the sparkle of zestful hope;
To nourish the soul that just woke up to the new world!

My previous home was really cozy,
Protected with her red and vitality;
I cried the moment the Air laid its hand on me.

But a smooth touch sashayed me,
It was a memoir of my old home,
It was her hand but I was unaware.

I mumbled a few strange words,
And heard a happy laughter,
It was she hugging me but I was unaware.

I learnt to wobbly stand on my feet,
But only because of her soft finger,
It was security but I was unaware.

And ouch! I cried…
I bruised me knee- droplets of water were on me;
Not mine- She cried at our common red!

She burnt a candle and left the fire,
No current and an exam on head;
She taught me to win in the battles of life but I was unaware!

With a trophy in my hand,
Cutting through the aisle, I jumped on her lap,
Amazingly, she cried and laughed together!

When I quivered with fear,
Her hand was like a feather on my head,
And was like warm red in my heart.

She sent me to fly here,
Not anticipating she would need my wings,
I was unaware.

I was on my own,
And fine and yes, a winner;
And she was proud of her red.

She was living for me,
To give me what no one could,
But I was unaware!

She was feeling intense pain,
When on the verge of agonized wither,
I was unaware.

“Betu…! I am missing you”
“Deepu… I am missing you”
I was unaware.

She was feeling intense pain,
I saw her in the blues and whites,
I was unaware.

Not letting grief meet me…
Not letting me be aware;
I was unaware!

At last she blinked,
Oh! Did she see me?
I am unaware!!!

She is the beating heart in me,
She is no one but a mother...
The unconditional love about whom I was unaware!

Some colours from my childhood archive...

2008-03-22T22:13:00.004+05:30

Hey .... I went back home and found an old Holidays Homework Diary which won the creativity award when I was in 9th standard... just a few snapshots from the same...

That is my childhood fervency for colours... Hope I am able to rekindle in the form of murals which i wanna master in the coming times...

Papa... Newsletter wih love... Yours Deepali

2007-09-21T16:54:00.000+05:30

http://rapidshare.com/files/57201010/layout.pdf.html

THE DAYS...

2007-04-30T16:22:00.000+05:30

Just sitting alone in the room made me travel back to the world of my old memories....

Those were the funfilled days of no worries at all... my friends Divya and Elham, that small canteen where we could eat veg puffs, the frankie point "Durhum", that assembly hall... the bell of my college still rings in my ears giving me that feeling once again... and that desperation in the last hour of the day before we were set free is so palpable even today....

I miss the home work, the contests-"what's the good word?", all charades, turn coat, extempore, debates, the beam robotics, COFAS, QC, Quanta, Macfair and so many other activities.... Not even a single day went dry during school and college days. Every day had a juicy flavour of its own.

I still remember how much i loved the auditorium (the one in the picture is the audi and in front of it, the play ground can be seen) only because of my love for the stage.... And i remember my notes being transferred from one person to another. I remember Divya getting me those so tasty paneer ka paratthas...ummmm yummy... Elham's sheermaal was one wonder for me.... And I can never forget, how I caught the habit of eating 'hari mirch' with food from spice lover Elham.

I wish all of us were still together, I wish God wouldn't have called back Divya, I still feel her presence around me.... Her beautiful smile still brightens my dreams; those lovely doe-like eyes still sparkle around in the night.... That pious soul still reminds me the ease with which she use to say sorry and with equal ease she could easily forgive anyone for any blunder...

Poor Somnath (a bong class mate and a fabulous singer) loved her, may be it was just a crush.... but this whole thing made us call him "chimpu" and her "chimpy"....hahaha....The similar kinetics we had gave us the name "twins"...I still love her so much and miss her too...

Anyways, I think that is what life is all about- to move forward not leaving the lessons behind. Every day is a new chapter, a new beginning, and dawning of a new morning. I have come a long way; there is no looking back or retrospection... It is all about what we give to this world as a gift and how we enhance it by our small little gestures.

The deep slumber of death embraces everyone; what remains alive is our immortal goodness. Let Death be proud of us, let her feel the sorrow for taking away such a beautiful human being... And that's only possible when we are beautiful within. Let us all mutually nurture ourselves together and make a happy garden, where we don’t kill each other and should be ready to die for one another. Time keeps passing by and we keep growing each day… people around us change, we change… ONLY MEMORIES OF THOSE DAYS REMAIN…

The Arrival... Finally My First Post...!

2007-04-27T02:34:00.000+05:30

FAr from the long hectic schedules of my everyday MBA curriculum, I always spend sometime doing something different to avoid monotony in life and to allay the fear of being lost in the soporific and morose world. It can be writing a small story, or filling in colours on a canvas, or may be a poem or simply changing the setting of my room... can be anything capable enough to take me away from the hustle and bustle of the madding crowd...! (This blog is also the result of the same.)

One day, when I was really feeling sad and wanted to divert my mind desperately from the grief I carried within, I decided to write and finally penned down a few words based on my friend's dream. She gave me a very vivid version of a silent dame that she dreamt . Her silence was not silent but it yelled loud and clear. Though it's sorrowful, yet the element of bravery and gumption of the girl can be felt at the end of the poem.... But surely, my next post will be full of happiness with energy oozing out from all sides... Until then, check this out .....(never thought I would put this poem publicly and that too as my first post on my first blog)....

My Mute Silence

This drop of red trickles down my snowy wing,
Restating that I am trying to fly a little too high;
That eye in me which was waiting too anxiously,
To wipe off the glum in my soul;
The moment one tear vanished,
I saw a trail of tears coming behind,
With every bead shrieking so silently…
Yes, the voice was mute once again…

The eagle felt pinioned,
The freedom felt shackled once again…
The image became hazy…
I just thought I found you,
I was about to relax that I realized
It was another sword,
Tearing every sinew I had…
Yes, the eyes were mute once again…

A few heart throbs back, I learnt to smile,
Only to be immediately reminded
Of the triumphant tear’s victory over me…
The bud was just about to bloom,
When the thorn pricked her,
Hurting the innocence
In the crumbled petals yet to be unraveled;
Yes, the life went mute once again…

The love had just floated in the air,
When the fiery tempest shook me from within,
Took away the remnants of vitality …
And threatened me to keep my wings to myself,
I could sense the devastating jeopardy;
That affection had eeriness now,
It forgot how to breathe;
Yes, the heart muted once again…

I felt the warmth of your love,
Only to be lost in the bleak darkness…
The bleak darkness of the darkest.
The light of my purity had dimmed
And it was the setting of destiny’s sun;
The harshness had crept into the cave of hope,
Scaring its once loved infant;
Yes, the expression was mute too…

The beauty of sadness went pale,
Even the sweetness of the pain was lost,
Sorrow had become the master once again,
The whip of torment was at work,
The tribulation had begun,
Ordeal had started measuring
My burden of distress and desolation.
The melancholy was defeating me again…

The want to live,
That fresh smile on lips,
That tender heart,
That zealous life,
That strong vitality,
That beautiful invincibility,
The pulchritude of the unborn…
All dead and diminished….
Leaving nothing
But my mute silence behind
Staring at the deep chasm of timelessness…!

Hope YOU would appreciate it... Soon coming up with more and this time, it would be a little better ....

Oodles of love,

Shailja