Wednesday, December 26, 2012

She


Somewhere there is a women behind the worse of adversities,
Fighting her way out she emerges tired,
Tired not of the world as much,
Tired not of any routine as such,
Tired not so much physically.

She only is
Tired of all evil trying to over-power,
Tired everyday of the glaring eyes and the groping hands,
Tired as always of the society's relentless demands.

She wants
not much of luxury, yet she can sustain,
She can brave a rough terrain.

She wants
no praise, nor to gloat with vanity,
She wants just enough to uphold her dignity.

She warns
Keep me safe, just as you ought to,
Else I might turn around and fly away wherever I want to.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

When things go wrong!

Just when you feel that today feels good, the clouds and the skies conspire to turn around the weather.
Just when you get slightly excited with your weekend plans; quite often than not you find yourself lonely & drenched with thoughts about your past foibles.
Exactly when you decide you need a break from monotony, that compelling need comes along.
Remember that itchy palm feeling and the superstitious belief that it indicates some extra moolah? Nah, when things go wrong it could mean only one thing: a dry and cold weather and all you end up with is the arrival of a fresh box of Vaseline :p

Everytime you have tread slowly and cautiously, you should have actually galloped; anyways you were bound to fall. But expecting the unexpected is the way of human life, isn't it?
The hope of a lottery; the hope of finding true love; the hope of a bright and beautiful future etc. keep us going along.But remember to maintain that stride even when things go wrong....
They could always go wrong, which doesn't exactly mean that you are wrong. Its just an indication it was not your day.Or better yet view it as someone else's gain.


So what do you do next time someone tries to pull you down or when you yourself fall down?
Do what Shakira says : Pick yourself up,dust yourself up & get back on the saddle!Waka waka holds good even outside the field :p
And my last words:
You have much more than a minute to win it! You have a lifetime!!

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

From Romeo to Juliet........

Just when you smile, my world turns upside down,
then I realise I have fallen: fallen flat around,
Music is not an art for amateurs or so I used to think,
But this strange malady makes my heart sing,
Then you turn around flinging you hair,
It makes me shout this is just not fair,
If all the beauty lies in you my dear,
You should think, how much can a single man bear?
If all the wealth in the world were on one side and you on another,
I would float right to you like a light feather...
O dear, I swear I ll never make you sad,
I will shield you from everything bad;
If this promise is ever to be broken,
Just remember I ll offer my life as a token;
O my Juliet, where art thou now? My eyes search far and wide,
I want you to be mine, I want you by my side!

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Fly away!

Fly away O birdie!
You are free...
You ought to be...
Free from the tangles of man,
Free from the fights of clan,
Free from sorrow and fear,
Free from shackles, O dear...
Fly away, don't look back,
You should fear no attack,
Move ahead and make your way,
Today is your lucky day,
As you fly remember --
Remember that you were once captive,
So do good to all - you need no motive!


Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Gn tc sd ;)

Every night she messages him goodnight.But does that mean she thinks of him every night?
For him, not even a single day can pass by without her thoughts....She was a special friend; or may be even more, but never did he get a chance to read her mind.And most of their conversations veered into random paths hardly ever touching the chord of his problem, or should I call it his malady?

Watching the sunset sitting alone on the promenade, all her memories came back.He can just pick up his phone and dial the one number he knows by heart.He never saved it, because he knew he would never forget it.He was sure that the warm greetings on the other side would melt his resolve and would make him a puppet in the hands of fate.Silence is beautiful, he always argued with himself.But sometimes it is frightening...
Just a few months back, he had lived through the best moments of his life and he could recall every second of it. The joyous evenings spent singing with her, the long walks along the lake...He always wished if only he had met her earlier; may be he would have had a better chance. And then another part of him told that when it comes to time, quality matters not the quantity.
On the last day, he saw her lugging her suitcases through the corridor.She was waving goodbye to her friends.She smiled at him and asked him to join her.He helped her with all her luggage and looking directly into her eyes asked her, "Will you miss me?".She smiled, winked and replied, "Every moment!"
If only he had replied, "I would miss you too, because you are my love, my life, my heart and my pulse!"

Sitting idle at the promenade he realized that all the choices he made in life mattered the least to him, but this choice was something he cannot postpone.He had to act.The loin was wrapped around thorns and only patience and skill can retrieve it.

Mantra had literally cast a spell on him.She was messaging but with care not love.She was kind and affectionate, not passionate.And all Arpit could think of was love and not friendship.

The story revolves around how Arpit deals with his malady called love.How does he rise in love?If and how he can get Mantra to reciprocate?
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This is an entry for Indiblogger's Get Published for indian bloggers ....

Friday, October 19, 2012

It takes a day!


It takes a day-
A day to change your thoughts,
A day to enjoy life's best,
A day to cry over sorrows,
A day to forget the rest,
A day to laugh like a child,
A day to remember the best,
And a day- just a day to fall in love...
In love with all things around,
In love with people all around, 
In love with natural beauty abound,
And in love with life itself,
And still in love with yourself........ 


-Jyoty

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Colored Lenses

I walk alone, I look wide  far;
The world is blue & truly par,
I cross the fence & sprint towards the setting sun,
Still the world seems so very blue,
And just this feeling that its not true,
I stop a while & realise,
That I ve been a fool all this while,
Then I take off my little colored lenses,
My lil colored lenses........


Saturday, September 8, 2012

Enigma

A mystery of sorts,
a discovery awaited,
an angel or demon:
still to be noted.
An enigma with reason,
an intrigue without any,
if fire were cool,
it might not be a treason.
Silent compassion,
shy reluctance,
if all these are fun,
just lose all caution.
A secret untold,
a desire unkempt,
an affair or not:
passion might unfold.


An engima, a puzzle or whatever you call it,
it remains unsolved and waits for an answer......




Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Lust


Those nerves of strength running through his hand,
those muscles pulling hard,
like metal over rubber they complement,
like water and oil they rarely blend,
those limbs of a man and that speed of an animal,
those hard stares and fierce attitudes,
that strength and the power,
that silent demeanor which makes one hover,
they pull apart and command;
they call unto and demand;
like a rabbit in its burrow: just stuck but not scared,
like a horse in a race with a handsome face,
all these and many more, noticed but yet untold,
all of it relished in thoughts: seemingly quite bold,
Some like it, but not bare,
Some fear it, but fear is thrill,
Its hidden, if under a hood,
If its lust its quitely understood.........

Monday, August 27, 2012

Primates

One of the best spiritual entourages I ve been to has been to a hill temple at Shollingur...Its marvellous and scenic.Both peaceful and exciting at the same time.The story goes that inorder to cool down after killing Hiranyakashyap, Lord Narasimha came to the main hill and rested in yogic posture at its peak.Alongside there is another smaller hill where Lord Hanuman is in a similar posture.It is proved that the line of sight between the two idols match perfectly as if one were teaching the other....!
I climbed a total of 1308 steps up the first hill, and 805 steps up the second hill : all in a matter of hours :P...I guess some divine force was at work ;)
But the best part of this journey were the monkeys all around...I ve captured some exciting clicks: some of which I treasure the most...Check them out :)



My destination!!

Now my journey:

Chalo lets have breakfast !

We two ours one :P!!

Oh...please wake up for the family pic atleast :P!!

I wont share... :/

Down the rocky hill!!

Introspection: life is long and tough!

Wake up dad!!

Should I say 'Cheese' or 'banana'??


Planning...
Now he escapes... 
Still a long way!

Part of nature...

Oh this breeze :) and that monkey :P!
Is it a movie?

Back down...a panoramic view!


The path....... :)


Have a nice day!



Thursday, August 9, 2012

My Grandpa


There he was,teasing me every time I made a silly mistake.
He was always around to pull my sister's legs.
He was an ocean of sporting knowledge: be it cricket, football, tennis or anything in the world.
He was my first Mathematics teacher.
He helped me with the most critical times of my life : admissions, decisions and all...
He took immense pride in me and my achievements, however trivial....
He held my head when my ears were pierced as a child,his shoulder was my pillow and his words my command....
He had a funny way of expressing love, like all men; he never admitted his love but showed immense care...
I love him and would miss him dearly...Now,I am left with memories of long hours of playing non-stop Monopoly with him, his smiling face and his endearing personality and so much more,
My grandpa has lived his life, a full circle of struggle and success, of sorrow and surprise, of joy and jest......

This poem is for him.......

As tear drops silently trickle they wipe off the scars of unsaid words and unexpressed love,
The light wind and the bright azure sky brings with it a message of love and care,
Unveiling the flavours of a life, lived upto its brim and with only joy to share,
You lie there and right here in my heart as a part of my existence,
Those evenings of pleasant rendevous and chess matches,
Those afternoons of heavy lunch and non-stop games,
Those early morning walks in the company of birds, 
You have given me those and many more,
To you and to all those who love me I truly belong and through me you shall live long.......

Saturday, July 7, 2012

From here to there......




From here to where is this road leading...
An oasis of fun is something awaiting,
From here to where is this road leading...
Patience and perseverance is just fast fading,
To that mountain from where success hails,
Somewhere between the clouds of hope and hardwork,
In nature's eye I find a rather gentle smirk,
To that valley and beyond we shall go and explore,
From here to there this road will lead,
And there our aspirations will finally be freed,
From here to there this road will lead,
And there we can rest and recollect every deed......
And realise what we have gained indeed.....

A rather strange poem isn't it? Now there are several ways of interpreting this poem...The road could be a metaphor for life itself or some long journey...

But a twisted interpretation:
In a way this road also symbolises a collective picture of decisions we take in our life...These decisions take us somewhere but we do not know the destination.
Here when we are young the decisions are marked by fast fading patience and a yearning for fun.....
But our eagerness to succeed keeps us going.
That final destination (our picture of success) may be good or bad but it is clouded with hope and the need for hardwork. These positive clouds maintain our curiosity to continue this journey of decision making.
And as we go about it we will find many people or say nature in general mocking at us, but we still maintain the desire to explore success in its complete form (peaks, valleys and beyond).
When we near the end of the road our aspirations are lost/attained(as you wish to associate).We can then finally sit and recollect these decisions when we are old and ripe.We would then realize that the strenuous journey was more fun than the destination!!!

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

A thank you poem

Its been really long since my last post....my blogs starving for content except for the ever-changing goofy ads that might show up without warning :)....Now finally I ve overcome my long post-holiday laziness to come on board and do some chit-chatting or rather some poetry reciting: whatever suits my mood!

Now I was comfortably huddled in an armchair besides a crackling camp-fire under a moonlit sky in a village somewhere near coorg called kutta (dont take the hindi translation of the name :P there are very few stray dogs there)..........Its amidst thick forests with well known sanctuaries such as Nagarhole and Wayanad wildlife sanctuary.....After my unfruitful attempts of spotting a tiger on my safari over the whole day, I just wanted to chill with little or no company....But I had amazing company of hot mouth-watering bhajjiyas of mirchi,onion etc...And this was accompanied by general discussion of current affairs or other irrelevant topics ( irrelevant to my current affairs :P)........The lonely but huge mansion called Bison Manor stood menancingly still in the night light.......


A lonely walk around the backyard inspired me to write a poem and here it is:


To the shining moon I say a word, then I whistle a song of a bird,
To the velvet blanket far up above, the countless stars and the moving cloud,
To the flickering fire feeding alone, like a hungry soul tasting bones,
To the crickets chirping really shrill, as if we can't hear it still,
To the cool breeze that blows my hair and whispers sweet nothings everywhere,
To the tickling chill that curls my toes and makes me pull my jacket close,
To the cheerful smile that everyone shares and those twinkling eyes with just no cares,
To all these things and everything more; I pay all my respects and a lot more,
Thank you-- O mother nature! Thy children - however naive, owe you a lot till we hit our grave.........

Saturday, April 21, 2012

An idea....

I got an idea to change the world,
but the world keeps changing as its told.

I got an idea to keep us cool,
but the world won't let go of this rule.
I got an idea to touch the sky,
but it din't work out as I was shy.
I got an idea to make us immortal,
but it turned out, rather fatal.
I got an idea to stop corruption,
but I din't predict the political eruption.
I got an idea to end hunger,
while people decided to call it a strike.
I got an idea to stop terrorism,
but countries defended them as leaders.
I got an idea to spread brotherhood,
while people were busy fetching their livelihood.


I got an idea to change the world,
but the world keeps changing as its told...


Friday, March 30, 2012

Encounter

Hey that girl comes right across the hall and sits right in front of you, crosses her slender but powerful legs.She starts shuffling through the stuff in her handbag.You think its important, but she pulls out an I-pod and plugs it in. She is dressed comfortably, comfortable only to her. If this was middle-east, men would be offended!
She winks at you making you look like the adorable puppy.She smiles, you gawk. She looks elsewhere. She looks back and you laugh sheepishly.She gets up and comes near you looks down at you : you the pious herbivore holding on to your Veg- Burger like it was life wrapped in foil! She grabs it and takes a very large bite. You sit there stupefied like a mummy :O !

This isn't the first time you and your sister have done this in public, is it?!?!

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Dance

The wind is soft on your hair but you don't feel its gentle push.You are too fast, swirling to loud music sung by someone famous, doesn't matter who's up on that stage....Their charisma reaches everyone through their notes.....The flashing light bulbs don't embarrass you, everybody around are dancing,aren't they?
And when everybody body is dancing, the soil flies high into the air spreading like a mist; giving the scene an ethereal look.You bend, you jump,you swoop,you shake,you rumble and you sway; as the tunes change so do your movements....Look into the eyes of the one dancing besides you, you would discover joy in its true form.Call upon this joy to yourself.Live this moment for yourself.The next moment, dance with others and share it.......Its special :)
Dance is freedom in its physical form, an opportunity to avenge social bondage !
Here's a poem :
To thee I bow, but not with my head low;
To thee I salute, while swirling to the lute;
Its divine to lose yourself to something cosmic, something beyond the realms of time;
What if you think you cannot dance, O ballerina you were born to swoop!
What if you think you cannot shake the world; shake yourself and the whole world quakes...... 

Monday, March 5, 2012

Fresh,real and personal......

Ever sat on a porch waiting for a loved one to return?Ever traveled several miles just to see a twinkle in those bright eyes?Ever made a fool of yourself just to hear that crackle of laughter? Ever imagined yourself dancing even when you know you have two left foot :P ?
We change ourselves so much to include our loved ones.When we are with them our life gets real.Be it your cute little kid with her newly grown pony tail or your toothless yet smiling grandma.Being in love is a real as it gets.
After a tiring day all I ache for is my mothers lap to lie down while she gently combs my hair with her frail fingers.Some memories remain fresh with you even when years pass by.
I remember running behind my school bus with my grandfather carrying my heavy backpack.I remember how embarrassed I used to get when he used to call behind the bus conductor yelling and shouting at him from a long distance...Oh how I wished I had got up a bit early or at least avoided sleeping while brushing :P...
I still remember swearing at my sister as if she was my eternal enemy and later apologizing over a chocolate :P
I also have faint memories when as a small kid I slept over my dad's tummy moving up and down in sync with his breathing :P....I remember crying for a barbie doll until I got one...
I remember chatting late till night with my dear friends, watching pointlessly stupid movies with them and still having fun :P ....I remember playing football behind the warden's room in my first year :P.I was even caught once ;).....I remember running madly in the rain and dancing with my roomie :D ..I remember badminton in rain..I remember those birthday parties where I made sure the Bday girl's face was not spared of cake even a bit ;) ...I remember those feasts we cooked in our rooms....Those new year dance parties :D and all those laughs and smiles, those jokes and teasers....
I remember quite a lot ... and these memories make me real...Cause they are fixed with a glue called love, a thread called affection and beads of fun and frolic :) ...This nature's best gift to us : our fellow people :)




Thursday, February 23, 2012

Versatile blogger....





This was a complete surprise :) ...Thank you Devan (@ eurEKA,devan expresses ) ...
Well picking 15 is quite a difficult task :P ...I know only a few.Instead of mentioning just a few, I guess I ll keep reading blogs till I find the versatile 15 :) ...I 'd surely pass it on soon...
Well 7 random facts?
1. The only movie I guess I cried for was Schindler's list and loved the 4+ hours ...
2. I love watching Hugh Laurie in House MD
3.I love F.R.I.E.N.D.S of course
4.I never watch any movie twice except if forced to.
5.I like spicy chinese
6.I dig rap,RnB and some pop...I love Jason Mraz......
7.I can watch any random football match without a wink and love Messi......


Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Valentine's day


The flower beds were still moist, at 5 in the morning. The dew drops had gently settled onto the petals without disturbing them. The air was filled with fragrance. A gentle pair of tiny hands caressed the flowers. Another pair of adept hands picked the fully grown flowers and snapped the stem avoiding the thorns skilfully.
The flowers went into a basket and were loaded into a van. The florist thanked the gardener and steered the van onto the bumpy road. The ride was silent, except for the occasional humming of the florist and the chirping of the early birds. He approached a serene lake. The morning wind formed little ripples on the surface. The rising sun filled the park with crimson. Dry leaves ruffled on the footpath besides the park.
A fleet of hawkers were setting up shops on the footpath. It was a special day for many, but an ordinary one for most.
The florist sorted the flowers and arranged them according to their colours and the size of their stem. The florist was happy, he hoped for a sizeable sale today; after all, what is Valentine’s Day without roses?
The morning walkers and joggers were slowly showing up. Some were too busy with their I-pods hooked on, as they ran without noticing the colourful array of flowers on the footpath. Some just smiled at the florist and walked past.
After an hour or so, a young couple came to the florist. The guy got a bunch of roses for the girl; she blushed in return. The carnival of love had begun. A few more couples returning from their walk resorted to a floral acknowledgement of love.  Most of the college guys heading to the bus-stop nearby got a rose (or more as per need). A few girls also got some. The florist was happy that natural flowers were still in, with everything going artificial these days including love.
He was a simple man who believed in fate and its winding path. He believed that only with another soul’s support and encouragement can this path be treaded.  He married his neighbour with this hope of love and support. She gave him all she could including a son and a daughter and lost her life in an accident. The kids are still young but he seems to be growing older by the day. He had lost his support in life, his lady love. For him flowers and his children were the only love left. He had kept aside a beautiful bunch of roses and lilies for his kids. They would smell them all through the day. He would have to wait there, selling flowers, till the kids returned from school in the afternoon.  He imagined his seven year old daughter’s laughter filled eyes when he would give her the special button roses he had saved for her
The florist looked back at the part green part concrete horizon seemingly floating on the lake. The sun was up now. Most morning walkers were gone. But he noticed a couple on a stone bench. They were chatting intermittently and smiling at each other as if they had just met yesterday. The lady was fragile, her pale skin shone in the sunlight. It was as if she was inured to nature and some of its ageless beauty had stuck onto her. The man had a cheer in him, something which cannot be defined in words. He was boiling with enthusiasm, unexpected of him. It was as if he was the richest man on earth. Suddenly he stood up and slowly walked towards the florist outside. His spouse was still seated on the bench.
The beaming florist asked,” How many years into wedlock sir?”
 The man said, “Forty and still counting....”
 He winked at the florist and pointed at a long stemmed red rose. “How much?”
The florist shook his head and said, “It’s a gift for your madam. Keep it.”
The old man took the rose and lowered his hat to thank the florist.
He walked back slowly, rose in one hand and his walking stick in the other.
He kneeled down besides his wife and gave the rose to her. The old lady accepted gracefully and hugged him with joy.
She said, “That’s thirty-nine in all”
The man laughed and asked, “Isn’t it forty?”
Patting on his back she said,” I gave the first one. You forgot that, didn’t you?”
Laughing together, he helped her stand up. Leaning on him she reached the wheel-chair. He went behind it and rolled it over the ramp with some difficulty. Slowly they made their way back home. It was as if they were indeed each other’s support. This symbiotic relationship had aged gracefully, smiling and laughing all the way.
As the park became literally empty, the florist tied all the left over flowers in the basket. The sun will start scorching soon; he did not like his flowers burn under the sun. He took them to his cold storage and laid them in. This would keep them fresh for the evening. He just took his favourite bunch and locked the storage. He turned back to see his kids running over to him. He hugged them, both at a time. He gave his little girl her button roses carefully and gave the rest of the bunch to his son. They were beaming, their nose stuck to the flowers to check if they are still fragrant.
The florist made sure his one love reached another.......


Thursday, February 9, 2012

Pain withers.......


This is ain’t right, Not just tonight,
You seem alright........
You seem just fine, but you aren’t mine.....
I am on fire; deep in desire,
Don’t pluck my strings; you break my wings,
You tear me apart; right from the start,
You steal my dreams; you are deaf to my screams,
Why do you stare; you lay me bare,
There’s nothing I can hide.........not today, not tonight;
Leave, let go, disappear; nobody can live in fear;
When my thoughts roam, they would find another home;
Go, don’t turn back. I won’t attack.
Leave me alive, in flesh and bones and a crushed heart;
It will mend, with all the time I spend;
Walk away, far far away........
I know:  Pain withers, with changing weathers...............








Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Whats your antidote?

Many of us are often poisoned, our thoughts poison us secretly....One moment we laugh and smile, the next we sit alone and ponder..What is it with our mind that it tends to explore the extremities of emotions?
A tingling sensation of sadness or loneliness slowly grows all over us like a vine waiting to strangle us, till our neurons pop like opium flowers in the field...Still we hold on to edge of the trench and hope someone gives us a hand.....Sometimes we are left with no choice but to deal with it ourselves....

Each of us have our own unique antidote..I went about asking friends,'What do you do to relieve depression?'...
Answers vary from Beer to Brownies,from Music to Mayhem, from Chikni Chameli to Chelsea.......
   

Nobody got a whiff of my depression.I am good at hiding it or so I thought until my mom sensed it! 'You do nothing these days!How the hell would you become a millionaire???', she asked to cheer me a bit..I smiled and pondered....I realised it is our choice to 'perish or prevail' during times when the graph of life approaches its minima.......I sat at a corner and started sketching , this rendezvous lasted a weekend...Some of its outcomes are here.... :)