Saturday, December 25, 2010

A poem shall I pen

It occurred to me once,
That it shouldn't be too difficult,
To pen down my thoughts; my words,
In such a form that they rhyme.
And so emerges this poem of mine.

This is where it gets hard; more difficult,
When I think of the topic on which I will write,
Options a plenty - its tough to decide.
Shall I write about a person dear,
An ode to someone I hold very near.
Or shall I, tales of nature's beauty sing,
Of how wonderfully on the foliage green,
Does the patter of the raindrops ring.
Or shall I yet, everyone with an anecdote regale,
Or perhaps, write something inspirational, something wise,
Of how to succeed, must one try and try again without fail,
Of how must one always speak the truth and never tell lies.

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So many thoughts and, yet, to decide what to pen, I am at a loss,
Perhaps its best I let this poetic desire of mine go for a toss.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

At a crossroads

Thinking of the path to chose,
At a crossroads, I stand,
Which way to embark on,
Amongst the ones at hand,

Seeking some inspiration new,
Or waiting for a divine que,
Questions a-plenty,
Answers but a few...

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Jab we met....jab we parted

***Attempt at telling a story in rhyme***
***Warning: Somewhat long***
***This is all imaginary stuff in here :)***

The journey

I remember vividly,
How it all started.
How, packing bags hurriedly,
To the station I darted.

Huffing and puffing,
The train I caught.
Though the journey was uneventful,
What was to follow was surely naught.

The symposium

A grand opening to the symposium it was,
From the countries corners, visitors had flocked.
Representing my school, I was there too,
And as yet unknown to me, so were you.

The meeting

Twas twilight soon,
I remember twas the full moon.
Girl, I even remember the day,
Twas the 5th of May.

Roaming at night with my pals,
I chanced upon you;
You were with your group of gals;
They were pretty lasses too.
But, from the start,
My heart beat just for you.

The days I wish could forever last

Furtive glances and smiles were exchanged,
When our paths would "accidentally" cross,
And with the passing days,
We came to love each others ways.

The talks shared under the starry skies,
The walks taken in the moonlight,
The moments of laughter,
Of pure fun, of pure joy...

Jab we parted

But, alas,
When do good times ever last,
And much too soon for our liking,
It was time for us to part.
Solemnly did we goodbye bade,
And promises to keep in touch were made...

With moist eyes and a heavy heart,
I dragged myself to the station,
And the train I caught.
Though the journey was uneventful,
What had just happened was surely naught.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Of life and fleeting visions

I have this vision,
A plan laid out before,
Of how my life should pan,
Ere I reach the other shore.

It is not detailed -
Only blurry does it appear,
Yet, just on this vision mere,
I move forth relentless,
Pursing something elusive -
Some lofty ambition, some zenith,
That I aspire to scale,
Yet what does doing so entail?
Of that, I know no jot.

Frustrating is this, I find,
The lack of clarity does play on my mind.
But then, perhaps, this is how it is meant to be,
Perhaps there is reason to why I can't, the future see,
Perhaps life would not such fun be,
Sans the exhilaration of discovery.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

There's always hope...


When all seems dark,
And all seems lost,
When you feel like giving up,
Stop!...
Look around and you'll surely see,
The beacon of hope, shining brightly.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Moments gone by

Remembering moments gone by,
Sometimes, I do sigh...
Those truly were days divine,
Days that will never lose their shine.
When I would have fun all day,
And have it all my way.

When my mother's soft voice greeted me on waking from sleep,
When her crooning lullabies put me to slumber deep.
When I'd eagerly wait for my dad to arrive,
And then pester him for a scooter drive.

When my brother and I would cricket in the courtyard play,
Oh! I could whack him for sixes all day!
When my grand-parents would visit often,
Showering me with love that would, even the toughest soften.

Yes those truly were days divine,
How I wish they could once again be mine...


 

Sunday, November 21, 2010

The road ahead...

Perilous it may be,
And carefully must one tread.
Still, one must march on,
On the road ahead...

Leaving behind a few,
Finding companions new,
One must march on,
On the road ahead...

When the going gets tough,
And the times are rough,
One must march on,
On the road ahead...

There is a traveler in all of us, with life being the grand journey on which we all embark...immerse yourself in the joy of this divine journey...get out there, have fun and blaze your own trail : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B8bBziwkrSA

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

The river flows

The river meanders down its serpentine path,
How akin to life is the flow its waters hath.

Arising from naught but some snowy abode,
A child emerging from its mothers womb,
Rushing out to face the world that lies before,
Wanting to learn more of what life has in store.

The waters path is replete with twists and turns,
So indeed does life harbor a lot of heartaches and burns,
At each turn, encountering stones and blockades new,
Obstacles that one must overcome, in life's course,
And as do the waters smooth the rocks with their force,
So do these problems unravel with deliberation due.

The waters mingle with another river,
And together tread towards the sea,
So does man find his soul-mate,
One with whom he shall happy be.
And at last, into the sea do the waters flow,
So do we, one day, our last breath blow.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

The last meeting

She was there waiting for him just as she'd promised. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her all dressed up. To him, she seemed perfect. To him, she WAS perfect. Tears of happiness welled up inside him, as he slowly made his way towards her. He struggled to fight them away, but controlling emotions is the domain of very few men; try as he might, a few tear-drops did trickle down his face. He quickly wiped them away, looked at her, and smiled.

As his gaze met hers, he was taken aback by what he saw. Eyes which had once seemed to hold the love of the entire world for him, were now devoid of any emotion. She just stared back at him nonplussed, as if she couldn't care less who stood before her. Then she muttered the words that would scar him for life..."Rohit, we need to talk", was what she said, and he realized he knew just where this was heading.

And that is how it was. The final meeting which promised to lead to a happily ever after, ended with him being left at the altar.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Life Is Too Brief

Between the budding
And the falling leaf,
Between the seed time
And the golden sheaf,
For hate and spite.
We have no time for greed;
Therefore, with love
Make beautiful the deed;
Fast speeds the night.

- W. M. Vories



There ain't not much time in life,
For it to be lived in anger and strife,
Spreading happiness and joy should we live,
For one day will we cease to exist,
It's only our deeds that will persist.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Dream big

Only as high as I reach can I grow,
only as far as I seek can I go,
only as deep as I look can I see,
only as much as I dream can I be.
- Karen Ravn

Dream big must we --
To scale summits high,
Grander must our dreams be,
Then will we obstructions scale,
And succeed in our endeavors without fail.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Persist

When the going gets tough:
Persist -
For seasons don't last forever,
And soon will flowers bloom.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Catharsis

Lying awake,
All curled up in bed,
Taking stock of,
Where life has so far led...

A few burning questions,
Unanswered as yet,
A few desires,
That haven't been met...

A few lingering doubts,
Still persist,
Like the urge to break free,
That I've always tried to resist...

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Missing you

Written for someone special...

It seems just yesterday,
When we went our separate way,
Yet the moment's long gone,
We've parted, I'm forlorn,
Clinging onto belief,
Yearning for relief,
From the pain inflicted,
Waiting, nay begging, for the day,
When it shall be lifted,
When, stare into your shimmering eyes, I may,
Into your ears, sweet nothings, whisper.

I was so fortunate that we met such,
Who'd have thought we'd get along so much,
And in a narrow span of time,
You have all but become my life,
Constrained as I am with words that rhyme,
I can't clearly articulate my strife,
Yet I attempt to surmise:

I miss you more each passing day,
And I cling onto memories we shared along the way,
And each brief talk with you,
The moments, they seem so few.
Quickly trickling by,
Amazing me at how time does fly,

I miss you when the sun holds sway,
And I miss you when it fades away,
I miss you when the moon shines pale,
And I miss you when the stars, the sky regale,
And with each passing moment, with each heart's sigh,
As the moment we shall finally meet again draws nigh,
I miss you all the even more,
Eagerly waiting for you to touch shore.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Life as I think it

Music:
Golden memories: notes melodious,
A few discordant tones,
Mixed together to create,
The orchestra called life.

Art:
A blank canvas at the start,
Parents and teachers, on it,
They paint their work of art,
Someone's masterpiece, named life.

Travel:
Ventures to places unknown,
Adventures where we are seldom alone,
Rather accompanied by companions we find,
To aid us in this journey called life.

Life:
It has a beginning,
It has an end,
Yet its more than what's between the two segments,
Yeah, its difficult to comprehend,
Is His miracle, called life.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Fettered dreams

Fettered dreams,
We have many,
And regret, not following any,
To follow them, the zest must one renew,
Passion for them, rekindle,
Do not one's own life swindle.

For these dreams that we silently ignore,
Are thoughts we did once cherish,
Ideals that were allowed to perish,
As we moved forwards in this journey of life.
These dreams were our aspirations true,
Follow them we must, lest they not get their due.

Only in following them will we find happiness true,
Only on realizing them will we in success's glory bask,
And only then can we proudly look back at the past,
At a life that's fulfilling and complete,
A life without regrets, one that's with joy replete.

Friday, August 20, 2010

A smile

A smile flutters across her lip,
For just a small while; a blip,
A brief memory of the past,
Of moments that don't often last,
A funny incident or two, long gone,
Mere memories that now make her feel forlorn.

A few silent tears do escape her eyes,
As she thinks of the state in which her life now lies,
Moments of fun, all but gone,
Moments of sorrow that she does silently mourn.

Comfort her he could, how he does wish,
Tell her if he could, how her smile, he does miss,
A smile that used to sparkle his day,
A smile that used to wipe his tears away.
A smile that make him feel ok.

A time comes when we all feel down,
Then is the time to discard the frown,
And smile a happy joyous smile,
A smile that others cherish a while,
A smile that often makes their day,
A smile that makes them feel ok.

A smile, that's all there is,
There ain't no more,
I promise you this,
A smile is all that's there to cherish,
In our life, before we perish,
So whenever you can, beam a smile,
You never know, whose life it does make worthwhile.

Monday, August 16, 2010

The Present's a present

The future is shrouded,
Just like the night sky, clouded,
How we wish for the clouds to part,
To reveal what is beneath the folds,
To give us a glimpse of what future holds,
So that we may likewise, our paths chart.

The past is behind us,
How we wish, some of it could change,
Some occurrences, we'd like to be undone,
Moments that didn't go as planned and spoiled the fun,
Moments of great sorrow and pain,
How we wish to set them straight again.

But hark! Such thoughts are all in vain,
Thinking of the past will only inflict more pain,
While the future in indeed uncertain,
On which He is right to draw the curtain,
For what shall be revealed when the curtains lifted,
Depends on how we utilize the present He's gifted.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Bliss

A child is happy,
He knows not what lies before,
He dwells not upon the past,
In the present does he live,
Happy and peaceful,
God's work of art.

As time passes,
And he learns the ways
of this world,
The so called tricks of trade,
His ever present smile,
No longer adorns his lips;
A relic of the past.

And we call him learned,
Knowledgeable in worldly ways,
A proper gentlemen, we say,
When he deftly flatters,
And we feel proud of how adept,
He is at controlling his emotions,
Of bending them to his will.

Was this really part of His plan?
Or is a child's ignorance really bliss.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Brush Strokes

A few carefree strokes,
A dozen careful ones,
With each line they draw,
A new detail they show.
A pathway to the mind of the creator,
His thinking they reveal.
His state of mind at the moment,
His desires, his dreams.

And, from out of nothing,
A picture appears,
A product of imagination,
Painted by feelings,
Embellished by colors...

Sunday, July 25, 2010

In this moment

The moment that just went,
Was time well spent,
The moment that stands before,
Shall be joyous evermore.
If in this moment,
We give our all,
If in this moment,
We live our all,
Will all our dreams,
Surely come true.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Life

It was growing dark and soon people would start worrying about him if he did not return. Yet, he lingered on, his lax posture, not giving a hint of the turmoil within.

He gazed at the vast expanse of water ahead of him, and memories came rushing to his mind. He flicked through the images of his life in his mind...
He remembered heading out to the sea with his father for his first catch, at the tender age of four.
His remembered his first encounter with the dreaded sea storms that tore fishing vessels twice the size of the one his family owned to shreds, at the age of five. He remembered his father waving off to him, before setting out for a fresh catch, leaving him behind to recuperate from the ordeal, never to return, the ocean proving too cunning for the poor man on this occasion.
He remembered setting out every day, an hour or two before the break of dawn, in his new boat, he had fashioned himself and named after his father.
He remembered the day when he'd first met her at the marketplace when he'd gone to sell the fish that had ended up in his net. She had looked ever so pretty and he'd fallen head over heels for her.
He thought of the time when he'd gathered the courage to take her out on his boat and confess his feelings for her, and remembered the slight smile that had adorned her lips when she heard what he had to say.
He'd married her soon after and life had never been better for him...

Lightening crackled in the distance, and Ravi looked up and caught a glimpse of the menacingly overcast sky. It was eerily similar to the day when all had changed.

The fateful evening had been just as overcast. He had come home early that day and had gone off to sleep, exhausted. He remembered waking up suddenly, hearing cries all around, seeing nothing but water everywhere he looked. He had woken her up frantically and together they had tried to make for the nearby high ground. She had tried desperately to cling onto him as he swam against the strong currents. He remembered, the painful gasp that had escaped his mouth when he had felt her hands slipping away, her meek hold proving little match for the power of the ocean.

Strange was his connection with the ocean that stood before him. He had grown up with it, playing alongside it and making a living from its offerings. Yet, life's hardships had taught him to never count it as a friend and he knew more than anyone else that everything that the ocean gave, it would take back in equal measure.

Now, looking at the waves becoming bigger, he was suddenly filled with a compelling urge.
His hands outstretched, he walked ever so slowly towards the ocean. The waters rushed out to meet him, lapping at his feet, drawing him to them. He waded on, unperturbed. He had decided that this was how he wanted it to end...amidst the waters that had given him a livelihood but had taken away, his life.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Nature

Seated by a rock,
With a river flowing by,
The day is almost up,
And the night is nigh.

The twittering of the birds
And the flowing of the stream,
Everything in perfect harmony,
Is this just a dream?

Across the other shore,
Stands a mountain splendid.
Its slopes colored a lush green,
It rises from where the river ended.

The sunlight on the mountain top,
And the glistening snow,
Its wonderful, this spectacle,
Yet it makes me forlorn.

For seeing everything so perfect,
Reminds me of everything that's wrong with me,
If nature is so perfect,
Why can't we as humans be?

Sunday, June 13, 2010

The journey of a lifetime

Full of twists and turns,
Filled with heart-aches and burns,
Yet strangely fulfilling,
And certainly living up-to its billing,
Is this journey on which we travel,
A journey that is full of revelations,
Where at each step, we, new mysteries unravel,
And a great deal, about ourselves, we learn.

A journey that leads us,
Through terrain uncharted,
A journey that bring us,
Face to face with people unknown,
A journey full of strife,
Yet its strangely beautiful,
Is this journey,
This journey called life.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

PJ Compendium

Been coming across a number of PJ’s daily :), but still am hard pressed to remember any when the time comes to regale (read: shoo off) others.

Cataloguing these for future reference and to read when I’m absolutely vella.

<PJ>

On your way from one Indian village to another, you must pass through a dense forest. You enter the forest, hoping to make it to the other end safe and sound, but, after about an hour, you are completely and utterly lost. (Had to be so :)). With no rations, your chances of survival look bleak. You had however, brought along your trusted butcher knife (don’t ask me why :P). So mate…now you’re faced with a problem: how in the world will you find your way out of this maze of a jungle.

--You can’t take long, you have limited strength in you. If only you could find someone who would take you directly to your destination :(.

So without further ado, I present my answer *SPOILER*: You see that hyena standing right there, looking at you suspiciously…well charge it with your butcher knife. Why you ask??? => “jab giidad ki maut aati hai toh wo shahar ki oor bhaagta hai”

</PJ>


Friday, January 15, 2010

The shutter-bug bites

Many times, I just wish...really really wish that I knew more about photography...With that in mind, these days, I am giving trying to understand photography a real shot.

Here is my photostream on flickr (yeah I just created it :P), and hopefully, I can keep it updated with snaps that I take when I'm whiling time.

Here are the pics currently on the same (these were taken in my room when I was trying to get intimately acquainted with the intricacies of my camera, especially the manual focusing and macro mode):

Durga Maa
Goddess Durga


Bedsheet Flower
A portion of my bed-sheet
...yeah I like kiddie bed-sheets full of flowers, etc :)