A reminder....

Seven months ago,
Something happened to be.
A destined encounter with the one,
Picked from a lot
Like finding the perfect uncut diamond,
With a bit of tinkering would like bright.
So was the search for Mr. Right.
Uninterested in the happening proceedings,
She wandered around without care,
Of whats destined to happen.
Everyday suitors were shown and gone.
Except for one who was the jackpot.
She was supposed to claim.
Little did she know,
That her life would go topsy-turvy.
Trying to cope with surprising twists,
To the story that did not have a plot.
Only to be plotted with situations,
That she didn't know to contend.
She went from the land of Gray,
Into the land of Chocolate
Covered with a white elevated elegance.
She only knew of the transition,
And then what transpired,
Just flew by swiftly,
With incidents of happiness, fear and awkwardness
Only to be left with a reminder
Seven months later,
As she sat in a small cafe,
Drinking black tea without sugar
Thinking of the days that flew by
Recollecting every moment,
Waiting for the day to come,
When she goes back,
To her Reverie of unknown surprises
and interesting encounters.

Dreams...

Dreams of many kinds.
Conjured deep within.
Some knowingly done
Other unconsciously stirred.
The wonderful collage that emerges,
The disconcerting voyage thats traveled.
The fearful visage thats encountered.
All the makings of thoughtful menagerie.
Buried within the psyche of conscience.
As the eyes dim into reverie,
So do we into uncharted territory.
Unpredictable stories that play out.
Unlikely people that walk in.
Whats going to hit you,
Is what going to get you.
Overpowered by imaginations,
The things you see so alarming
Yet somehow fades away,
But sometimes becomes etched
Like the writings on a stone wall.
Surprising you in ways not known.
The intricacy of the strokes seen,
Like the delicate plumes of a feather.
Everything seen has a meaning.
Living in this zone,
Is like the hourglass of eternity.
Never knowing it'll pass
But making you go deep inside.
Treading the paths oh so gently.
Only to know that every path,
Has a direction only to twist
and turn into a whole new way.
Something that changes inside.
or something that feels right.
Maybe what is realized,
Is instincts that power you.
also drives you.
Even when the calming darkness
slowly falls on the eyes
That see this world.

Artham...

Naalai yenbadhu kanavu.
Indru yenbadhu Nijam.
Netru yenbadhu Ninaivu.
Andru yenbadhu kaviyam.
Thanimai yenbadhu thuyaram.
Ilamai yenbadhu vegam.
Punnagai yenbadhu inbam.
Tholvi yenbadhu poratam,
Poratam yenbadhu ookam
Ookam yenbadhu jeyam.
Jeyam yenbadhu sugam.
Sugam yenbadhu vivegam.
Vivegam yenbadhu vazhakai
Vazhakai yenbadhu odam.
Andha Odam sellum payanam.
Naam Yaru yendra thodakam.

Alternate Reality......

Monday, March 20, 2006

I kept on dreaming
Going into deep slumber.
Closing my eyes and letting go.
Diving into my own reality.
Conjuring images of my whims.
Seeing things that never existed.
Creeping up behind me slowly.
A shadow touches me,
Sending a shiver through.
I turned around to see
A masked face with eyes
Piercing through me like a dagger.
Only it gave me chills of pleasure.
A glazed stare of rugged softness.
A moment of few seconds,
Slowly it went away.
Taking with it a part of me.
I start moving unknowingly.
To the path its leading me to.
One side burning red ashes,
On the other cooling blue embers.
I'm perched on a lofty path high.
With surroundings of huey darkness.
Every glance taken to see
Where did the face go?
Corner of my eye i see it
and again it vanishes.
Leading me into a
land of high cold mountains.
With glaciers melting away
and the wistful snow falling
Everything white and tranquil.
Brightness of a kind never seen before.
Stopping me to marvel this sight.
The cold welcomes me
With open arms
Making me feel warm again.
I look around to see
Where is that haunting spectre?
Suddenly the same touch again,
A white cloaked figure
with those haunting eyes.
Slowly removing the mask.
The revelation stunning
Making my toes curl
And everything going out of control.
Slowly it approaches me
Taking me into its arms.
Holding my locks,
Tilting me downwards,
To kiss me senseless
Sending me on a spiral
To the blissful hell
Of having my first kiss.
A wake up call so endearing
Making this fantasy so real.
But it was worth it all
If this how it felt,
What would've been
The real deal.
My secret love now exposed
Leaving me bare
at my realization
of who that was!
As ppl. say
Stranger things have happened.
But not like this.

Rained feelings...

Chiming bells in the steed.
Wavering winds beckoning.
Stepping outside the threshold.
Unkempt feeling setting in.
Drops of rain splashing gently.
Taking a pace into the open.
Getting wet like an ebbing tide.
Setting afoot smelling the earthy scent.
Wisps of petals falling by.
Carefully not trampling the floral design.
Trying to make way to your abode.
The coldness sweeps right through.
Feeling numb at one point,
The frozen heart starts to melt.
To wash away the feelings
Once that were precious.
The beauty outside
Not reflected inside,
Yearning if it were the opposite.
Calming down the aching love,
That just remains a memory.
Written in an epitaph on a stone.
Getting wet in the rain,
Knowing those words
Won't fade away.
Leaving behind memories galore,
Thinking we may meet again.
Small green blades growing
in the place of a life living.
Far might the place they go.
Close they become as you grow.
Simply put in words not enough.
The feeling remains
Even when this rain stops
Leaving the wavering wind
and Chiming bells to remind.
Of what might have been lost,
That is always found.

Surprises...

Interludes of many sorts
Becomes the prelude
of many things never thought.
Surprises seems to be
the awakening key in life.
What happens when such surprises happen?
Should they change things?
Should they just stay the same?
Many surprises come and go.
But the one that catches u off-guard
is the one that really matters.
Surprises are like an unpredictable
weather waiting to rain on us
with bliss or scorch us
like the sun with sadness.
They make your life thrilling or boring
depending on what it is!
Never would anyone guess that
surprises are things created by fate,
unknowingly orchestrated by us
due to its willful hand.
What are surprises really?
Something we imagine to be unexpected
or is it something
that is always known
to happen soon enough.
Whatever it may be surprises  
are those variable elements in life
that can never be changed.
As its only by chance
does anyone get surprised.

The Scent...

A cold July morning,
The sun playing hide and seek.
Keeping afoot on the drenched grass.
Feeling of droplets at the feet.
Sending tingles through out.
Wandering through the path
Trying to know the surroundings.
Teetering alone mumbling around,
Feet stop moving and
Eyes start browsing.
An invigorating aroma bewitching.
Engulfs around everywhere.
Rejoicing this fragrance,
That has me spellbound.
A little earthy, a little musky
A little flowery, a little ebony.
Hard to describe it.
Reveling in it
I try to follow.
The senses guiding through.
Landing in front of the hall,
The beholder right there.
Waking up from the trance
Trying to find the exit,
Only to crash into him,
The haunting scent now
Ever more strong.
Tingling the nose
Into a rhythmic dance.
Helplessly trying to break free,
Just to be hooked on even more.
To realize that he was looking.
Feeling like crashing and burning
Never seemed so good.
Lending a helping hand
To help me up,
He was my knight in shining armor.
Inquiring my well being,
Only to nod in affirmative,
Words doing a Houdini.
He leaves with a smile
Taking the fainting scent,
That haunts me to this day.
And keeping me curious
As to what its name is.
The search is on.
The shadow lingers...
Forever strong in my midst.