It began Inside, Deep Inside –
Like Flames fuming, Water whirling
Thunder Thrashing, Wind Jolting...
It burnt my heart and stifled my soul
The pain thrusting against my ribs began creeping above...
Unfettered, my ego held the reins
Hands gripped tight, head held straight
I laughed aloud and went ahead...
The sun was scorching, my head was reeling
Give me your hand the voice said,
I don’t need you is all I said...
Neither a prayer uttered nor a song sung
Unfettered, I just went ahead...
My senses slowing down, my energy drooping down
My eyes shutting down, my ego breaking down
Deep inside it threatened to blow down
Breaking my ribs and torturing my soul...
The pain had to be thrown
Help I needed, but reluctantly I proceeded...
Neither a prayer uttered nor a song sung
Unfettered, I just went ahead...
The clouded grey sky, the deep blue sea
There I was standing at the mountain peak…
My legs staggered, my hands shivered
My body pained, my heart strained...
The thunder broke through the sky
The wind gushed on my face
The chillness crippled my body
The tears made my eyes wet...
No voice I had
No power I had
All I could do was done
All I could say was yet to be done...
From inside, the pain gushed out
Through my shivering voice it barged out
Eyes tightly closed it came out “No longer I can! Help me out!”
My legs slipped - body broke - as a living corpse – there I fell loose...
The force pulled me down, the chilly wind…wiped my eyes
As light as a feather I was… The fierce force pulled me down, down and down
Splash! Into the waters…there I fell down!!
The pain! The Anguish! - Dissolved
The Splashes! The fumes! - Disappeared
My heart felt light – My soul felt fresh
Serenity dawned and Tranquility restored
My eyes opened to the deep blue sea
There I was sailing in Peace
Monday, December 28, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Talk to me again..
The gale of winds, engulf me in warmth
The waves of sand, hurdle me on..
The shadow of sun, that crowns my head..
Far beyond the mountains..I stroll ahead...
In eager to hear from you..
With slender heart I wait for you..
In deep despair I wish to see you..
With sobering heart, I look to feel you..
From the Blue mountains..to the deep blue sea..
From the pastures of green.. to the dark green leaves..
My love for you showers like rain..
My beloved charioteer talk to me again..
The waves of sand, hurdle me on..
The shadow of sun, that crowns my head..
Far beyond the mountains..I stroll ahead...
In eager to hear from you..
With slender heart I wait for you..
In deep despair I wish to see you..
With sobering heart, I look to feel you..
From the Blue mountains..to the deep blue sea..
From the pastures of green.. to the dark green leaves..
My love for you showers like rain..
My beloved charioteer talk to me again..
Thursday, September 10, 2009
On way Home
It was a long walk from her school to home.
But Betty loved it. She loved the deserted narrow road. She loved the greenery on either side. She loved the setting sun. She loved the cool breeze.
But most of all she loved to talk to her friends on the way, Bernie, the pipal tree and the other friends. It was a little secret only Betty knew.
In the beginning she wanted to surprise others by telling about her friends, but none ever believed her. ‘Gosh grow up sissy! ’ her brother had said. ‘What?! Trees talk to you?!’ her friends had exclaimed. Thus, she left it at that, lest they making fun of her friends.
This was 10 years ago. Now she was in high school, and Bernie and others were still her friends. On her way back home, she had always stopped by, talk to them, spend some nice time and leave.
Today, on her way back , she was tired. She slowly walked, threw her bag, and sat against Bernie’s brown trunk. Bernie was 70 years old now, and he was still going strong. Well, so were his friends around.
Betty was unusually silent, and that was not her. She was chirpy and garrulous, who loved to talk about her daily details, about how mean her school teachers can be, how irregular the boys of her school are, the secret paths she and her class girls had found, the secret lovers they had caught. But she was unusually silent today.
So Bernie initiated – ‘Good evening mademoiselle! How did the day treat you?’ Betty grunted and waved off her hand. ‘Uuhhhh…not bad then..! So did they give your grades at school’ Betty nodded a no.
‘Well then if it is not that, then...why...Is ….’
Betty cut it off and popped up and suddenly asked ‘ Bernie do you know what to do , to be perfect?’
If Bernie was a man, I would have described his expression. Bernie held for a second and gave a loud laugh. As though taken by surprise he asked ‘but why do you want to be perfect??’
‘Because, being perfect is the best. Because only by being perfect you can be the best. Because only perfect people are respected’
‘Oops and who told you this?’
‘I KNOW IT Bernie! ’ she frowned.
‘Hmmmm..! Alright when you know it’
Betty sighed. Her voice low she said ‘I am unhappy with myself Bernie. I am. I feel worthless. First of all I am not beautiful; if I was I would have received a beautiful rose on the Valentine’s Day, like all my other friends did. I am over sensitive. I easily get hurt. I am jealous about people. I am selfish. I lack sense of humor, so boys don’t talk to me! I am argumentative. I have so many flaws in me, and I wonder if anyone could ever love me!’
She halted, when was about to begin Uncle Tom was passing by, looking a Betty cheerfully yelled ‘Hey Betty! Tired of the walk? Go home soon…!’
‘Yes uncle a couple of minutes’ she managed to give a fake smile. After Uncle Tom, was out of the earshot Betty continued
‘I know am all this. And I want to change. I want to be the ideal girl - The good girl that everyone loves - The beautiful girl who gains the maximum attention. I want to be matured - The calm - The thoughtful – The selfless - the girl whom nobody has a problem with.’ Her voice trembled, and tears rolled down.
Bernie was silent.
‘Talk something Bernie!’ Betty demanded
‘Well, well give me some time! I am rehearsing my lecture!’ Bernie chuckled
‘Oh Common…please..!’
“Alright, alright let’s get serious for some time. Betty…I think I know how to become perfect’
‘You do!? How??” Betty’s face brightened.
‘Well, by not being perfect. And that makes things perfect’ he chuckled again. But looking at Betty's frowned troubled face; he suppressed his mirth and began –
‘OK let me explain, and begin with me. What do you think of me Betty?’
Though a little surprised, she gave in ‘You are a good old man Bernie. Strong..! Green..! Hmm patient! And Lovable!
‘OK. Now look at John and tell me what you think of him’
John the lemon tree was standing on the other side of the road. He shyly smiled and waved at Betty.
She smiled back and said ‘well I think he is young! Colorful! Bright! Slender!’
‘Hmmm now, amongst two of us, who do you think is perfect?’
John exclaimed ‘Oh Bernie...Please’
Betty was surprised too ‘How can we say that? I can’t compare you both! You are both good! In your own way!’ she was compassionate.
‘No I think I am imperfect Betty. I am old. I am stoic. I can’t move. I have nests all over. My leaves are dull in color. I have no wife. I feel bad too’ he sounded animated.
‘Bernie! You are not that!’ all of them at once exclaimed
‘No my friends I am! I am bad in my own ways. If a girl like Betty has so many flaws in her. What am I then, a damned soul’ he cribbed.
‘Bernie! Are you going to make me cry?!’ Betty hugged him. ‘I love you Bernie. You are my good friend! I am not bothered if you are old or stoic. Don’t say that ever again’
Bernie smiled, and calmly said “How I wish I could hug and tell you the same things Betty! Yes, no matter, if you are sensitive, careless, argumentative, but to all of us you are one of the best humans ever., who has been for the past ten years religiously stopping by and talking to us, the immovable souls, who can give you back nothing except love!”
‘Wipe your tears now’ John said.
‘Nothing is perfect in this God’s creation. Have you seen a square leaf? A rectangle cloud? A crystal clear river? Look at the mountains there; are they all in the same height? Well look at your own fingers are they of the same size?’
‘No’ she looked at her fingers and smiled as though amazed.
“Now does this mean, everything around is ugly? Absolutely not! These imperfections are the ones that make all the creations around beautiful..!”
Betty just gazed.
‘Life would have been so boring if all is perfect Betty’
‘How’ she quizzed.
“How? Well do you like the spring to be all year around?’
‘Noo…..It would be boring’
‘But why, that’s your favourite season’
“well, not for long! I might fail to appreciate its goodness, if I don’t see the winter” she mischievously smiled
‘Haha right! There you see! People, similarly fail to understand your goodness, if you have no vices!”
‘aaaah’ Betty awed, as though some brilliant thought had dawned into her.
‘So Betty, it’s perfect to be imperfect. And because you’re imperfect you are already perfect!” Rosa, the eucalyptus laughed.
‘Hmmm! I would have not liked myself to see with a smooth trunk, with my 65,789, 765 leaves in round shape! The grooves on my trunk help the ants to climb up easily, the thick leaves and their color protect the birds. My huge, rugged trunk helps me stand erect all the time! You see Betty; it’s not the perfections that make things beautiful. It is the originality that makes it beautiful. God is too efficient, to be questioned dear.” He smiled.
“Wow Bernie!” Betty almost shouted as she clapped.
“That was a speech Bernie’ Rosa exclaimed. ‘Yes. Yes’ murmured all.
Just then, Betty heard her mom’s voice shouting. “Betty! Betty! Where are you?”
It was then she realized, that It was quite late, and the sun almost set. ‘Oops it’s late! I have to rush. Will see you all tomorrow!’ she waved and ran down.
She confronted her worried mom, who was relieved to see Betty. “Betty! What took you so long! I’d called your friends; they said you’d already left. And I was….” Before her mother could finish the line, Betty hugged her and calmly said “I fell in a pit mom, an old man helped me come out; and it took me this long” she smiled.
“What? You fell down? Where? When? How did you? I mean when?”
“Come along mama, I will tell you along the way” she looked back as though knowing that Bernie heard it from that far.
--- And so they walked down…
But Betty loved it. She loved the deserted narrow road. She loved the greenery on either side. She loved the setting sun. She loved the cool breeze.
But most of all she loved to talk to her friends on the way, Bernie, the pipal tree and the other friends. It was a little secret only Betty knew.
In the beginning she wanted to surprise others by telling about her friends, but none ever believed her. ‘Gosh grow up sissy! ’ her brother had said. ‘What?! Trees talk to you?!’ her friends had exclaimed. Thus, she left it at that, lest they making fun of her friends.
This was 10 years ago. Now she was in high school, and Bernie and others were still her friends. On her way back home, she had always stopped by, talk to them, spend some nice time and leave.
Today, on her way back , she was tired. She slowly walked, threw her bag, and sat against Bernie’s brown trunk. Bernie was 70 years old now, and he was still going strong. Well, so were his friends around.
Betty was unusually silent, and that was not her. She was chirpy and garrulous, who loved to talk about her daily details, about how mean her school teachers can be, how irregular the boys of her school are, the secret paths she and her class girls had found, the secret lovers they had caught. But she was unusually silent today.
So Bernie initiated – ‘Good evening mademoiselle! How did the day treat you?’ Betty grunted and waved off her hand. ‘Uuhhhh…not bad then..! So did they give your grades at school’ Betty nodded a no.
‘Well then if it is not that, then...why...Is ….’
Betty cut it off and popped up and suddenly asked ‘ Bernie do you know what to do , to be perfect?’
If Bernie was a man, I would have described his expression. Bernie held for a second and gave a loud laugh. As though taken by surprise he asked ‘but why do you want to be perfect??’
‘Because, being perfect is the best. Because only by being perfect you can be the best. Because only perfect people are respected’
‘Oops and who told you this?’
‘I KNOW IT Bernie! ’ she frowned.
‘Hmmmm..! Alright when you know it’
Betty sighed. Her voice low she said ‘I am unhappy with myself Bernie. I am. I feel worthless. First of all I am not beautiful; if I was I would have received a beautiful rose on the Valentine’s Day, like all my other friends did. I am over sensitive. I easily get hurt. I am jealous about people. I am selfish. I lack sense of humor, so boys don’t talk to me! I am argumentative. I have so many flaws in me, and I wonder if anyone could ever love me!’
She halted, when was about to begin Uncle Tom was passing by, looking a Betty cheerfully yelled ‘Hey Betty! Tired of the walk? Go home soon…!’
‘Yes uncle a couple of minutes’ she managed to give a fake smile. After Uncle Tom, was out of the earshot Betty continued
‘I know am all this. And I want to change. I want to be the ideal girl - The good girl that everyone loves - The beautiful girl who gains the maximum attention. I want to be matured - The calm - The thoughtful – The selfless - the girl whom nobody has a problem with.’ Her voice trembled, and tears rolled down.
Bernie was silent.
‘Talk something Bernie!’ Betty demanded
‘Well, well give me some time! I am rehearsing my lecture!’ Bernie chuckled
‘Oh Common…please..!’
“Alright, alright let’s get serious for some time. Betty…I think I know how to become perfect’
‘You do!? How??” Betty’s face brightened.
‘Well, by not being perfect. And that makes things perfect’ he chuckled again. But looking at Betty's frowned troubled face; he suppressed his mirth and began –
‘OK let me explain, and begin with me. What do you think of me Betty?’
Though a little surprised, she gave in ‘You are a good old man Bernie. Strong..! Green..! Hmm patient! And Lovable!
‘OK. Now look at John and tell me what you think of him’
John the lemon tree was standing on the other side of the road. He shyly smiled and waved at Betty.
She smiled back and said ‘well I think he is young! Colorful! Bright! Slender!’
‘Hmmm now, amongst two of us, who do you think is perfect?’
John exclaimed ‘Oh Bernie...Please’
Betty was surprised too ‘How can we say that? I can’t compare you both! You are both good! In your own way!’ she was compassionate.
‘No I think I am imperfect Betty. I am old. I am stoic. I can’t move. I have nests all over. My leaves are dull in color. I have no wife. I feel bad too’ he sounded animated.
‘Bernie! You are not that!’ all of them at once exclaimed
‘No my friends I am! I am bad in my own ways. If a girl like Betty has so many flaws in her. What am I then, a damned soul’ he cribbed.
‘Bernie! Are you going to make me cry?!’ Betty hugged him. ‘I love you Bernie. You are my good friend! I am not bothered if you are old or stoic. Don’t say that ever again’
Bernie smiled, and calmly said “How I wish I could hug and tell you the same things Betty! Yes, no matter, if you are sensitive, careless, argumentative, but to all of us you are one of the best humans ever., who has been for the past ten years religiously stopping by and talking to us, the immovable souls, who can give you back nothing except love!”
‘Wipe your tears now’ John said.
‘Nothing is perfect in this God’s creation. Have you seen a square leaf? A rectangle cloud? A crystal clear river? Look at the mountains there; are they all in the same height? Well look at your own fingers are they of the same size?’
‘No’ she looked at her fingers and smiled as though amazed.
“Now does this mean, everything around is ugly? Absolutely not! These imperfections are the ones that make all the creations around beautiful..!”
Betty just gazed.
‘Life would have been so boring if all is perfect Betty’
‘How’ she quizzed.
“How? Well do you like the spring to be all year around?’
‘Noo…..It would be boring’
‘But why, that’s your favourite season’
“well, not for long! I might fail to appreciate its goodness, if I don’t see the winter” she mischievously smiled
‘Haha right! There you see! People, similarly fail to understand your goodness, if you have no vices!”
‘aaaah’ Betty awed, as though some brilliant thought had dawned into her.
‘So Betty, it’s perfect to be imperfect. And because you’re imperfect you are already perfect!” Rosa, the eucalyptus laughed.
‘Hmmm! I would have not liked myself to see with a smooth trunk, with my 65,789, 765 leaves in round shape! The grooves on my trunk help the ants to climb up easily, the thick leaves and their color protect the birds. My huge, rugged trunk helps me stand erect all the time! You see Betty; it’s not the perfections that make things beautiful. It is the originality that makes it beautiful. God is too efficient, to be questioned dear.” He smiled.
“Wow Bernie!” Betty almost shouted as she clapped.
“That was a speech Bernie’ Rosa exclaimed. ‘Yes. Yes’ murmured all.
Just then, Betty heard her mom’s voice shouting. “Betty! Betty! Where are you?”
It was then she realized, that It was quite late, and the sun almost set. ‘Oops it’s late! I have to rush. Will see you all tomorrow!’ she waved and ran down.
She confronted her worried mom, who was relieved to see Betty. “Betty! What took you so long! I’d called your friends; they said you’d already left. And I was….” Before her mother could finish the line, Betty hugged her and calmly said “I fell in a pit mom, an old man helped me come out; and it took me this long” she smiled.
“What? You fell down? Where? When? How did you? I mean when?”
“Come along mama, I will tell you along the way” she looked back as though knowing that Bernie heard it from that far.
--- And so they walked down…
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Life is Beautiful
Life is beautiful..Yes it is..
As the Sun raises early in the east..
As the cock doodles early in the dawn..
As the birds chirp and chant..
As the buds blossom and flower..
As the first rays kiss the earth..
As the waters ripple down the rock..
I smile..and then i smile..and sing..
"Isn't life beautiful"
Life is beautiful..Yes it is..
As the day goes and night comes..
Sun adieus and moon creeps..
Birds asleep and crickets awake..
The wind.so cool and nice..
No one to see..No one to rule..
There is freedom and silence..
As the breeze brushes..
I smile..and then i smile..and hum..
"Isn't life beautiful"
Life is beautiful..Yes it is..
When my courage rules my thoughts..
when serenity controls my joy..
when my eyes brighten in hope..
when my heart blossoms in peace...
when my mother hugs in happiness..
when my father approves with a nod..
when my sibbling pats on my shoulder..
and when i jump in joy..
I smile..and then i smile..and tune..
"Isn't life beautiful"
Life is beautiful..Yes it is..
When all around me is not fine...
When i walk all alone...
When the sky is night and the horizon is dark...
When i suddenly realise somebody too with me
In eager, when i look at the moon..
In whisper, when i hear it say " hold on "
I smile and then i smile...and sing..
"Isn't life beautiful"
Life is Beautiful..yes it is...:)
As the Sun raises early in the east..
As the cock doodles early in the dawn..
As the birds chirp and chant..
As the buds blossom and flower..
As the first rays kiss the earth..
As the waters ripple down the rock..
I smile..and then i smile..and sing..
"Isn't life beautiful"
Life is beautiful..Yes it is..
As the day goes and night comes..
Sun adieus and moon creeps..
Birds asleep and crickets awake..
The wind.so cool and nice..
No one to see..No one to rule..
There is freedom and silence..
As the breeze brushes..
I smile..and then i smile..and hum..
"Isn't life beautiful"
Life is beautiful..Yes it is..
When my courage rules my thoughts..
when serenity controls my joy..
when my eyes brighten in hope..
when my heart blossoms in peace...
when my mother hugs in happiness..
when my father approves with a nod..
when my sibbling pats on my shoulder..
and when i jump in joy..
I smile..and then i smile..and tune..
"Isn't life beautiful"
Life is beautiful..Yes it is..
When all around me is not fine...
When i walk all alone...
When the sky is night and the horizon is dark...
When i suddenly realise somebody too with me
In eager, when i look at the moon..
In whisper, when i hear it say " hold on "
I smile and then i smile...and sing..
"Isn't life beautiful"
Life is Beautiful..yes it is...:)
Saturday, February 28, 2009
because life Goes on...
because life goes on..
No matter what it goes on..
Flowers blossom..
Flowers blossom..
leaves wither..
and life goes on...
people demise..
sons rise...
but life goes on...
rejections are made...
acceptances are approved...
thus life goes on...
mistakes are made..
repentences are expressed..
but life goes on...
affection blossoms..
people are bound..
but life goes on...
sky goes dark...
stars become bright...
that way life goes on...
Tears are shed..
Hearts are broken..
But life goes on..
Time doesn't stop..
nor do people...
and life goes on...
because...life goes on..
No matter what...
It goes on...
and life goes on...
people demise..
sons rise...
but life goes on...
rejections are made...
acceptances are approved...
thus life goes on...
mistakes are made..
repentences are expressed..
but life goes on...
affection blossoms..
people are bound..
but life goes on...
sky goes dark...
stars become bright...
that way life goes on...
Tears are shed..
Hearts are broken..
But life goes on..
Time doesn't stop..
nor do people...
and life goes on...
because...life goes on..
No matter what...
It goes on...
Monday, February 9, 2009
It is so nice....
It is so nice to be here
Just here..
With no wonder on 'where' and 'what'...
It is so nice to be here
Right here..
With no walk on 'period' and 'past'...
It is so nice to be here
Just here..
With no thought on 'future' and 'perfect'
It is so nice to be here
Right here..
With no doubt on 'when' and 'how'
It is so nice to be here
Right here.
Just here..in the present...forever...
Just here..
With no wonder on 'where' and 'what'...
It is so nice to be here
Right here..
With no walk on 'period' and 'past'...
It is so nice to be here
Just here..
With no thought on 'future' and 'perfect'
It is so nice to be here
Right here..
With no doubt on 'when' and 'how'
It is so nice to be here
Right here.
Just here..in the present...forever...
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
A talk with God.....
He was sitting on the rest chair, lonely placed on the beach.
The dusk had long gone by..and the moon was just raising to reign the night. The night was windy....
As i walked to him..I saw him giggling at me , and as I neared, his giggle turned to a laughter...
"What are you laughing at?" I reproached defiantly...
"Nothing it's just about the way you put your face" he smilingly said
I had nothing , to say..and i just shrugged.
With my coming he gently got up, and we walked along the sands of the beach. The night was windy, and the rhytmic waves gave a music.He slowly began.."So my dear, what is that, upsetting you?".
" As though you are oblivious of everything happening around, father" I snapped
"I am sorry, I am trying to be serious. please tell me" He seemed to resist his smile beneath.
"Stop mocking at me father! I have a problem and you know that" I shot back, with my moist, swollen, red eyes
"Stop mocking at me father! I have a problem and you know that" I shot back, with my moist, swollen, red eyes
"oh my you are really sad!" he looked appalled.
Looking at my worn out face, he continued "ok let's get serious. I know you are sad at the way things are happening around you. But as I had told you earlier, you have to hold on"
" Hold on?My foot! Hold on to what? As i walk in the dark...and beg for an answer, beyond the moon you peep up and just smile.
when tears fill my eyes..and feel there is no one around, through the windy breeze you simply pass by.when i ask you again and again and again to tell me something..you simply walk away like a stranger"
"Don't you know that i do everything with a purpose dear?" he was calm and thoughtful now.
" Purpose father? " my voice was shivering. " you talk about purpose. of what use is that purpose, if i don't know why am being treated the way am being treated? what is the use of the purpose, if i don't know how is it gonna help me?"
"my dear...purpose is right there..and you are not looking at it"
i went to defend...but he stopped with the wave of his hand.
" You think i get fun, in making you all cry? My dearest, I don't. It's with great pain, that i see you suffering. Every problem , i give you has an intention. It is to make you better"
My fury was brimming out.."father." i sighed." In your name, for your sake , i beg, can you explain me, for what and why and how are we made better individuals? my problem is not about you giving me problems. my problem is for the unknown reason you give them to me or us"
He had to make his point..but i stopped "gimme a chance father"
" My school teacher in my 3rd class had given me 10/20 in a test. when i went in and asked the reason for such poor grade, she made me sit beside her and told me, that i had made 2 spelling mistakes in my first answer, 2
grammar mistakes in the second answer..a mistake here, there and one here."
He had a quiziccal expression on his face.
I continued " you see this father, She told me, why had i been given less marks. I thought i shall correct from there on, satisfied i left. But....when i ask you aloud "father why are you giving me this" you tell me nothing. nothing means nothing. And i grope in the dark for an answer, but of no avail"
All this while he was simply smiling. he slowly said "you will not understand even though i explain you child "
And that infuriated me.
"Alright, have it your way then." I sighed. "If thou are so determined to make me cry and lose over my confidence, then let me tell you something I shall not. I shall not allow myself to lose thy confidence. Let the stars turn off...let sky go dark..let the leaves wither away. I promise, to myself, that i shall stand by. You want to see, how i look when i cry? I am sorry, i shall not give you that chance.I love my life, and am not gonnna brood over it. I know i am strong and shall remain so."
Saying this, I furiously walked away. Tears trippled down my cheeks. But i hurried for the fear of he stopping me. But he seemed to be standing where he was. And I didn't look back.
Then , i heard him aloud saying " my dearest..!!"
I stopped, my back facing him.
"I bet, the classroom test could not have taught, what you just felt and spoke!"
I started to move without looking at him.
His anxious voice was heard again aloud "Don't go away like that dear. Remember, every word i say, you are never given a problem that you cannot solve. And know that I love you more than you love me"
This time i stopped and looked back.
He was 10 feet away from where i was standing. In the dim lit moon light I could see his serene face. He was smiling, the way he always did. He whispered...in his lowest voice...and the wind carried his words to me " See you tomorrow. I shall wait for you" He smiled and left.
Friday, January 9, 2009
When are you coming..?
The night is dark.
The crickets din is soothing.
The moon light spreads the silver light all across the grass lands.
The hard rocks, brown and strong stand erect.
On one of them I sit, with my bare feet kissing the hard cold stone.
There is no movement anywhere.
My eyes gaze at the far round moon, blissfully seated beyond the horizon.
Awaiting you...I sit here for long
Do I have to wait till the break of dawn?
Now….. The cool breeze blows down…
It’s the Wild West wind, bringing along with it the aroma of silence, sweetness and bliss
The chilly wind, brushes my cheek...Curls down my hair and runs down my spine
With a whooshing sound it creates a music…to which the flowers sway…leaves flutter and water tappers…
The moon raises high beyond the horizon…as though seated on an invisible cradle
With a smile decorating my face…a hope brightening my eyes…a blush beautifying my fragility
I sit in silence, awaiting you.
I wait in silence.
I wait in earnest.
But the silence seems to be eternal…
The wind is still blowing
The leaves still fluttering
The flowers still swaying
The world is sleeping and I am waiting
How long?
The eagerness blended with love…
Colored with innocence…
Spiced with blissful music…and brewed with restlessness…personifies into a tear drop. The tear trickles down my cheek and drops on to my palm.
There is still silence. And my eyes are moist.
How long?
Now...a little while later…all of a sudden
The sleeping wind awakes…It rushes down from the mountains behind…and runs to the horizon in eagerness, and whirls there for a while…and comes back to me in a hurry…
It makes a whooshing sound…creeps into my hair and encircles me around!
It teases my smile and brushes my cheek…
And eagerly whispers in my ears ‘coming!’
To this my eyes liven, tears dry…and lips curve to make a smile
The Wild West wind runs down all over, spreading ‘your coming’
Hearing this flowers beam…!
Leaves flutter…!
Grass sways…!
The water ripples down murmuring a sweet music…’at last you are coming’ they sing
At the behest of moon, the sky is decorated with stars…
At the behest of the water… the ripples play the music…
At the behest of the wind … the aroma spreads the flavor of love and joy…
The leaves and the flowers sway and dance in delight…
There is laughter, love and bliss…
we are all waiting....'when are you coming?’
The crickets din is soothing.
The moon light spreads the silver light all across the grass lands.
The hard rocks, brown and strong stand erect.
On one of them I sit, with my bare feet kissing the hard cold stone.
There is no movement anywhere.
My eyes gaze at the far round moon, blissfully seated beyond the horizon.
Awaiting you...I sit here for long
Do I have to wait till the break of dawn?
Now….. The cool breeze blows down…
It’s the Wild West wind, bringing along with it the aroma of silence, sweetness and bliss
The chilly wind, brushes my cheek...Curls down my hair and runs down my spine
With a whooshing sound it creates a music…to which the flowers sway…leaves flutter and water tappers…
The moon raises high beyond the horizon…as though seated on an invisible cradle
With a smile decorating my face…a hope brightening my eyes…a blush beautifying my fragility
I sit in silence, awaiting you.
I wait in silence.
I wait in earnest.
But the silence seems to be eternal…
The wind is still blowing
The leaves still fluttering
The flowers still swaying
The world is sleeping and I am waiting
How long?
The eagerness blended with love…
Colored with innocence…
Spiced with blissful music…and brewed with restlessness…personifies into a tear drop. The tear trickles down my cheek and drops on to my palm.
There is still silence. And my eyes are moist.
How long?
Now...a little while later…all of a sudden
The sleeping wind awakes…It rushes down from the mountains behind…and runs to the horizon in eagerness, and whirls there for a while…and comes back to me in a hurry…
It makes a whooshing sound…creeps into my hair and encircles me around!
It teases my smile and brushes my cheek…
And eagerly whispers in my ears ‘coming!’
To this my eyes liven, tears dry…and lips curve to make a smile
The Wild West wind runs down all over, spreading ‘your coming’
Hearing this flowers beam…!
Leaves flutter…!
Grass sways…!
The water ripples down murmuring a sweet music…’at last you are coming’ they sing
At the behest of moon, the sky is decorated with stars…
At the behest of the water… the ripples play the music…
At the behest of the wind … the aroma spreads the flavor of love and joy…
The leaves and the flowers sway and dance in delight…
There is laughter, love and bliss…
we are all waiting....'when are you coming?’
Friday, January 2, 2009
The New year Takes off..!!!!
The new year was ushered in at the break of dawn.The chirping birds..the cool winter breeze...the bright green leaves...the small dew drops...the first sobre sunrays and my sleepy heartful smile...gave the year a flamboyant welcome. As I stretched my body, and came out of the bed, I swiftly said my prayers, and reaffirmed my resolution of the year, and 'thud!' jumped out.
Somewhere inside, i was not filled with complete energy. Courtesy - my mom was not in town, secondly my sweet little granny had just been out of danger, from an unexpected health problem. So that anxiety was still persisting somewhere. But i had decided to make it a lovely day.
After my sumptuous break fast, cooked by my dearest dad, i left for CSS - Centre for Social Service, where i teach a bunch of girls, every fortnight. I had promised that i shall come to see them.
They were delighted to see me..and i was wished 'happy new year' and my hand was shook by 45 hands..almost all at once :) I spent a few hours with them, and rushed to my cousins' place as i had promised to come along with her for a movie - ghajini - a remake of tamil to hindi. To be very honest, and unbiased, I preferred the original. The Hindi one was a little boring. First because, it was a repetition - second , surya the tamil hero - being my favourite, i cast my votefor him ;) - thirdly my cousin, as though she didn't know i was unable to enjoy the movie, like a back ground music, began her comparision with the Tollywood and Bollywood industry, where she was against the former, and that infuriated me.
Being a South Indian , i was furious on the unnecessary comparision about 'telugu and tamil heroes vs hindi hereos' 'telugu and tamil songs vs hindi songs' 'telugu and tamil direction vs hindi' etc etc etc. Some of it might have been true, but i was not ready to take it.
A couple of days back, i had received an invitation from my uncle for a concert on jan 1st at Ravindra Bharathi (Hyderabadis will be aware of this conventional hall).
The concert was 'ila paata', which means 'whistel song'. Yes you are imagining it right. The music expert, Mr. Siva Prasad, sang song through whistles. He whistled all the Indian raagas, with the Carnatic orchestra. I was suppose to go there in the evening, and I rushed there after the movie.
I was not very much welcoming the idea, of going, as i was dog tired. But to keep up the promise i rushed. I was already late, and i badged inside. I was expecting my school friend too, when i immediately found her, I hurriedly went and sat beside.
looking at me, she gave a splash smile - meaning a smile that dissappears faster than it appears. 'you are late' she whispered. It sounded more like a hiss. 'I am sorry, I was late' I whispered back. ' I know. I just said the same, if you remember.' she hissed back.
The concert was very soothing and so was the A/C. We listened in silence for sometime.
My friend was hungry and she urged me to go out and eat something. All through our small walk, i explained my friend the reasons for my delay, and patiently told her about my ''not very excited. but quite happy' mood. When we reached we ordered for juice. Being a small place to sit, we decided to just stroll around as we drank.
We both are very good friends actually. We don't meet many times, but when we do..we have an infinite list of things to talk about. Being a vociferous speaker, I was excitedly narrating things to her with animated expressions, when i was interrupted by a 'madam' addressal. When i turned back, there was a boy in blue pants and shirt, with a napkin drooping over his shoulder.
Yes, he was the server boy of the hotel. I for a second, thought, if we had ordered for something and he had got it. But we had not.
My friend, also perplexed, asked 'yes?' Now looking at me he asked " Are you a film actress?". I was taken aback. My first attention went to my dress. no i was not dressed gawdy. A little hesistant by the question i replied ' no i am not'. He continued "No madam, you look like one. i feel i have seen you in a movie ' This time it was a jolt for me!! "ha ha ha ha me?!!Good gracious!!" i thought inside. But outside I maintained a balanced expression and nodded my head as no. He too nodded his head, in a way you do when you are disappointed about something, and slowly left the place.
My friend was watching me from the corner of the eye, when our eyes met, we burst out into laughter.On our way back she said " kyaa yaaar..okka rojulo heroine huh??!" (what's this heroine in a one day). I was smiling and said to her " Whatever it is lady...i don't know if he was kidding me.But this incident made my day!!" Our discussions, titled on to many other things...and we reached the hall, listened to the concert for a while and left.
That night when i reached home, I got a call from my mom saying my sweet little granny was getting better. On my bed, before i bid adieu to the new year's first day, i thanked two people.
One was my mom, for giving me a good news about my granny.The second one was the server boy in blue pants, who mistook me to be a heroine. :) His prank, (if it is at all, because through his face it genuinely seemed that he mistook me for a heroine;))gave in some kind of confidence. It just made me happy.
And am sure, this new year for me, will be memorable one in a quite different way..!!!!
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