whims and fancies

wen god created human beings, he gave them the power to choose...and ever since men has been proud of it and also ashamed of it.To elaborate on this statement, i wud like to share a little anecdote abt life.
spking abt myself ther are times wen i thank god for giving me the option to choose my friends, the ppl i want to be with and the ppl i dnt want to be with and the way i "choose" to behave with all of them...but amusingly and ironically, there r times wen i wish, this power of choice is taken away from my loved ones and entrusted upon me instead. i wish all their time, love and preferences are in my favour and all their choices cud be controlled by me...so that i cud make those choices for them, make them behave the way i wanted them to behave.
at times i seriously feel, if i cud control the way ppl think arnd me..this way the world wud hav been such a beautiful place.even as i continue writing this blog so naively i feel there is such a massive truth in wat i just said..even though i may be laughing away at my immature statements.

jeremy's voice

i hav looked at love from both the ends,

the one with the 'give' and the one with the 'take'.

the tears and the fears hav remained all along

but today i wonder looking at ur reflection

were u right or was i wrong?

there's a voice in my head which still speaks of u,

like it never had stopped talking

there's a place in my heart which is still empty,

and dreams of you to come back knocking.

a lot of your dreams and a lot of those,mine

are still entangled together in this journey of our lives

i cannot deny them, i cannot leave them behind

neither can i hold my heart together nor can i say goodbye.

from the moments in the sunny sands till the green boulevards

where time stopped and i let it happily remain so.

i hav let myself flow with u in the river of ur love

u carrying me in the soul of ur desires to the unknown doors.

i had let u carry me all along in this stream of desires,

yet my heart always knew there is no freedom for a prisoner

prisoner was i, of the mind and the heart

scorched and burned in the fiery chambers of time.

i may be hated and i may be cursed

but did u really know what i am.

no words no promises, no tears perhaps

everything's false when comes the forsaken times.

The Venom

The venom lies in the eyes of the serpent,
The vexation within;
Did u see the storm coming?
Did u see the pain spill over?
You curse him for having bitten you,
But did you ever look into the depths of his soul?
U blame him, you despise him…
And then you imprison him in the deserted tracts of your consciousness.

The decay begins…
There is no more light and no more life;
The survival continues,
Though weak yet he grows stronger,
Though vulnerable yet more harder.
Today too, no one notices him ,no one misses him.
The crust and the hatred has given him life back again,
And in the shadow of the night, he has found himself a new dawn.

Reliving You

Reliving you

Time stops and I breathe in,
Breathe in--- your words and your images,
Your eyelashes and your smile,
The garden of my heart is filled with your blossoms,
And the flutter of the wind brings back your smile.
It intoxicates me, my every pore.
And I stay awake in my dream
And watch you go by,
Like a ship under the open skies,
To a promised land ,to the forests all wild.
Your silence speaks to me from the distance
And your eyes….they take me to a fantasy land.
I picture the distant folklores,
Whose tunes may have made you dance,
And I relive you in my every moment
And hold on to those priceless smiles.

glimpses of tomorrow

today i m a lot more relaxed.3 of the exams just gt over and this brk i hav now is defintely welcome.one of the reasons mite be that these exams have taken quite a toll on me.last 3 exams are remaining and the desire to go thru them as soon as possible makes me quite eager and restless at the same time...dont know y i feel this way..there is a certain amt of nostalgia in everything(related to my stay in blore) i do these days and at the same time i want to go back home..experience the warmth back there of all those ppl i knw and grew up with...in short i am expecting a change in my life wen i go back and also looking forward to it in a certain manner...even tho i feel its going to be a lot harder and lonelier...
but then agn we need to take our chances with life and respond to the calls of our destiny...sometimes we like it and sometimes we dont.
i guess everyone goes thru this kinda transformation or metamorphosis in their life sometime or the other wen life's ways becum clearer and distinct and its purpose gets all the more meaningful.u realise wat u r here for and wat u shud be doing...and everything else is just pointless infront of it.

crystal dreams

Crystal dreams, handpicked by the maidens of time
Runs along the chambers of heart---promising yet fragile
Velvety touch, silken splendor and the promises so sweet
Fill our eyes with the hopes of the evereluding desire….
And the desire of pure love, compassion and life,
Remains an unfulfilled fantasy.

Nurtured by the storms of time, they grow up to be the dreams
Our blinded eyes yearn to see,
And fruitful fancies rebelling against the not so fruitful ones
Its our soul, caught in the midst of enchanting mystery.
The chords of love emanating from our ever-tuneful heart
Play the tunes they shouldn’t play.
And we r caught in the web of dreams,
These mesmerizing melodies create.

Duped by the dreams, crystal dreams ---our realities grow astray
And the realms of our world, with illusions in our head, are intruded everyday.
As the days, months and years pass by, like a star falling from heaven,
The magnificent twilights of the alluring life appear, bend and fade away.
Time slowly draws to an end, yet we find ourself remaining far behind,
Entangled in the string of dreams, with fantasies still ruling our head.

YOU

In the crowded streets of my imagination,
I saw an angel standing all by herself;
Her smile and her face had lit up the place
And I wished she would be there till the end.

She smiled back at me from the distant corner
Her eyes speaking to me in the language of silence;
I knew this girl from long before
But it’s now her eyes met mine.

I was lonely before but now I was scared;
Scared to lose her in the crowd ,
Scared to let her go,
Lest I have to breathe alone again.

I saw her face and I saw her eyes
She was prettier than anyone I had seen in my life.
I knew I had loved her
But today I needed to say.

I stood there watching, wondering what to do
Lost in thought and lost in time.
Like a dream it was then
But infront of my very eyes.

And two years have passed now
And I am standing alone still.
Like the clouds in a windless sky,
And with a heart that still feels.

I knew she loved me, I had seen it in her eyes
And felt it in her touch.
And then also I had known ,
She wouldn’t be mine.

She was a friend, my very best friend
And today I wonder whether she would smile,
If I ever came across her.
On the same street, where we met in the evening light.

Today I sit alone and think about the moments we ‘d spent
Sitting by each other holding hands on the sands;
Talking our hearts out and smiling at each other.
Our little troubles and our big fights.

Its all there with me, your every memory,
Its just You who is missing today.
Its so hard sometimes to face the truth,
Cause I know I am never going to be with you again.

The mother

this poem is dedicated to all the women who undergo the terrible trauma of abortion and not being able to becum a mother.




The mother

She is there in you, in your tired soul
In the throbbing of your very beat,
She runs like the sacred river
In the bed of your womb.
She is not lost, neither she is defeated
Her world is of love,--- keep her alive
She is not a sinner, even though to the world she may seem,
Her sanctity still remains in her very breath.
The pain like the rain keeps flowing through her veins…I know
Those drops are divine, let them remain so
Do not hurt her, she bleeds already
The flowers in her dreams have been pricked by many thorns
Her silence speaks---listen to those words,
She just needs love because everything else she has got.
Courage and strength, is set in her soul
She is the mother of my world, please make her yours…