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!!!

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.........

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...

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?!?!

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...... 

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 :)

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......