>Aleena…

Saturday, October 10, 2009 . 15 comments . Posted in General

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Aleena… that’s all I remember… I’m turning 39 this December… all I wish is nothing but her to pick a card along with those floras to visit me… for one last time… I know not if the trumpet that you hear may reach me the next dawn…that beautiful dawn…
Long lonesome street and shaded lamps flicker, flicker around me to show the way, to reach the place where I’m all lost in the fog. Aleena stood far away from the crowd, so absurd yet dazzling… They said real people get to know each other whilst exchanging a word through their eyes… Eyes… Aren’t they the soul, mind and life? Eyes… All eyes on my eyes and I stare at her like a man dreaming in his dream… Ah, uh, okay…
Let the word reach her whilst I pass on this message to convey that I’m on my way… to reach and to play the trumpet for you…
To know her is as simple as to know ‘white’… Peace, destiny and calmness of greenery… Aleena left a long while ago to the place where her Father resides in heaven, and here I sit in to reel a dream that I had a decade ago… a decade ago when she was all mine… just mine…

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>Peace <= => Love

Tuesday, October 10, 2009 . 6 comments . Posted in General

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When words weal our heart & spare a scar
While memoir reel scenes of pain & blow 
When the silence in darkness surrounds us,
Would you take a chance to bid bye to all?

Some of those stories had king and queen
In a few of them had clown and convict
In their times they all got six feet to rest 
Now, do you wish for a little more to top?

When train of thoughts pierce our soul
To hear crystal bells, ringing far away 
Signs of a distant ray soothing our way
Won’t you give time to cross this part?

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>…and I believe I can fly

Monday, October 10, 2009 . 6 comments . Posted in General

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Have you ever taken a ride to the palace where angels reside…? Well, I have…


Palambathur is around 80 kilometers fromKodaikanal. This was not an adventurous trip to us however, as a part of National Social Service program, we had been sent to do couple of activities.It’s a village where people depend on farming to make a living. For they know nothing about luxury and live with what they reap. Farming is one of the greatest resources or rather I would say, to repay mother earth for the love we have in us for her. The short break from the college and those boring classes were an exciting aspect for us. An excitement to explore a new world…

The first few days we had spent learning about the lifestyle of the villagers. They can live, love and dream.For they sleep without worrying about the next day. Well, I have been to the places they reside. I have had food with them, shared smile and felt inventive with their approach to life. We spent our nights in the lovely cottages bounded with lots of tree and the mist that added the magnificence that quivered my heart. The spirit in me felt free when the nature poured slightly as a warm gesture of reception to their terrain. When the fog around the place thrilled to enthrall and the clouds above us reserved a lot of shower, I was on a whole different world. The wet roads, dark clouds and the foggy nights were enough for me to get caught up with the tacit magic of that world.
The land of peace, love and eternal beauty will be a blessing to many. Palambathur will remain close to my heart for the innocence of the hard working people who lives there. The cultural programs that we performed to entertain them will remain on top in my heart. The house that we built for the peasant will be a blessing to us…
Rainbows, sunsets and moonlights all were in the picture. There is a life we have on earth. We are born by choice or… chance… We are living and all of us, until we puff the last air…There are many Palambathurs in this world…
When the memoir takes me away from this summer heat, the cold breeze calls me to be with them… In the wild journey of imagination as when I look back, all you see is and all you know is how to love… I could still feel the beauty of that world. I still remember the shop where we used to have tea while fogs floated motionless in air…

They say world is small… 

…and I say, there is a world that we haven’t seen. …and I believe I can fly with these wings called memoir attached with me. 

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>A dawn to go…

Thursday, October 10, 2009 . 16 comments . Posted in General

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Here she stays awake

untouched, unseen

she weeps, it counts

Oh bad, that’s sad

she hears the clock

ticking twelfth hour

for his hour has come

to wave his arms,

and fall from the gallows pole

when the moon fades away

while the clouds cover its ray

he’ll be away, she will be alone

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>When 3/\O7 hurts LOVE…

Saturday, October 10, 2009 . 20 comments . Posted in General

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It’s a pretty sunshine that bursts out through the hole

While I’m lying down in here, waiting for rains to fall

These pretty floras getting dried and I’m waving arms

For rains to fall, wet these leaves and breathe them life 

It’s a pretty sky and those birds flying for their nest

While I’m lying down in here, hearing their pensive prayers

There are pretty branches, touching the deep blue sky

And I see no place for them to rest, in peace and harmony 

Now, I see a dark wall blocking my vision, passion

And I run towards it, to break the wall, crack its head

Oh, I climb the wall to reach its top to tap its wit

But I see a word scribbled out in blood, thick blood

Now, I’m hanging upside down, gripping on to the wall

Reading it as 3/\O7, for love is all we need…

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>A day in my life…

Sunday, October 10, 2009 . 18 comments . Posted in General

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Long, long time ago… This is how my grandfather used to tell me stories… Hold on! I’m not going to talk about a fairy tale in here… This is not a fiction too… It happened… sigh!!
There was an era, I always wanted to travel down to India, educate myself to be one among the millions in ocean who wished alike. So when my name topped up in the list to choose where and when to leave from Saudi Arabia for further studies, I browsed through Google… To opt for a place where I can set my prospect… The page at last took me to a hill station which, of course, is as beautiful as you are… When I say beautiful, it’s not about the object what you see through your eyes. It’s something beyond that… Days passed by until a fine dawn enthralled me with those fruitful memories which were yet to discern. So, I packed my bags and flew down to India
I have always wanted to let you all know about the life that I lived. But, it wasn’t as painless as you may think when the experience (most) haven’t got any optimistic thought in it and had been ascended from no man’s land to nowhere… When the mind tickling moments you cherished at your prime, will be only there in your heart as a stroke, which could either prick or sooth while seeing similar occurrences… Ah, that may mar at times…
The education began… There were friends to share ills and wells… Time flew… Nature as always touched all of us with her everlasting grin in the form of rainstorm… fog… and unceasing breeze that made us blind…
That was the time we had a new joiner in our college. His name was Jobin and we called him Jo in short. As the days passed by, we became best of friends who could share about anything under the sky and above green pastures that seemed like carpet. Jo and I were in the same class though we had different set of friends in hostel, which was located on another hill. That reminds me of my hostel room that stood face to the cheek of clouds that descended upon our roof. To err is human, but the avowal can never be used at any cost when it comes to nature. It’s for obvious reasons that, God have created it so wholly that nothing could ever compete with her magnificence.
Time flew… Just like those birds flew for their new nest… Rains fell… from a hole in the sky that looked like it was just for us who stayed in Paradise Hills… Like the name, it was truly a paradise…
We lived there for 3 years and when we were in our final year, something happened. ‘Something happened’? That statement is not right…
On a Monday, when I was getting ready for my classes and while searching for my shoes, Jo rushed in to my room. I looked up to him in awe and asked him the reason for his pale face. He, on the other side showed me his bleeding face and asked if blood is a good sign. I never had any answers for it… I have always thought about many things in life but the sign of blood? That remained as a question mark to me. But, in life, there are always a lot of signs. Sign of love… Sign of care… Sign of affection… Sign of fear… Sign of blood? You see, that last sign was alien to me until I reached the college, thinking about it like a rambler searching for oasis.
The professor started his lecture on Discrete Mathematics and I could see Jo scribbling something on his book. He looked ill. Suddenly, someone from somewhere passed through a message to the professor that I have been asked to meet the Principal. I was in a way happy to flee from the class, since I always had a problem with Math’s. I walked through the corridor; thinking reasons behind him asking me to surrender, whilst, ‘sign of blood’ stood motionless in my mind…
Principal looked disturbed… While penning this very doom, I shiver, akin to how I did at that very moment when principal revealed the news that, Jobin’s dad passed away…
He asked me not to let him know until we reach his place… I didn’t know how to react… He spoke about his Father and his dreams a day before this demise…
I went along with him… He never knew that I had been told about this by the principle… I took him to his native, saying his Father is not keeping well… I can still see Jobin’s crestfallen face the moment he saw the black flag nearby his house… Something that pricks my heart, saying…, life is too short… there is nothing to boast about… to feel proud of… anything could happen at the very next moment… it’s only a matter of time…
World is beautiful… We are just a drop in the ocean… In the end, we live for once… Let’s live in harmony…

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>a ray in darkness…

Tuesday, October 10, 2009 . 18 comments . Posted in General

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October 6… the day was bright and clouds looked beautiful… today I detached myself from all those social networking sites… not that I loathe them but I’m on my way to write something on the wall… forever…
Today, I’m a free bird… no strings attached… when my head kiss the ground, I’ll be remembered… by my parents… friends, yeah… I’ll be…
I have detached myself from the fragile globe and have set my journey to know more about life… people and of course, humanity… Oh, well… I’m high… flying high with these wings called hope…

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>Let the reason be Humanity…

Sunday, October 10, 2009 . 6 comments . Posted in General

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It was as usual a cold morning… The dawn burst out through the pane to tickle me awake. All these days I have been dreaming a lot. That sky knows it all. My dreams and reality at times blend for awe struck illusions. Hey, hey, hey, am I supposed to think different? Hey, hey, hey, isn’t it the other way? Those were two questions been exchanged while glaring at myself in the mirror to say Hello/Bye.


Two long days made whole lot of difference to the way I foresee things. I think it made a lot of changes in the outlook towards my society. This diary might not entertain many out here since it’s not a poem, experience or anything related to music. It has to be something that all of us think or would have thought at least once or more than that. Inward questions are something which makes us pen or whisper, and let it reach through the lonesome hearts. You know it’s true…

All the things that you seek will have two reasons. Maybe tomorrow the same ideologies that you search for will get back to you. Oh yes, that’s life…

The person in front of me is none other than my mirage where I see him through this pane. I know that the only person who understands or rather encourages me is the person I see in front of me. That’s me. Of course, it’s me. Long gone days beckon the warm tomorrow, where I changed my belief in an optimistic manner to stamp the fact that I can make a difference… to this world… the place where I live and the society that I belongs to…

Yes, I can! That makes a lot of difference. It took me almost twenty six years to get it right. I can! Yes, I can… and I’ll…

You know it’s true and all that we see turns out to be for our own good. Well, that’s how we spread our positive energies. Ain’t we?

Long lived my grandfather once when he was late for a meeting, stated regretfully that he will never ever show up his face to the crowd who waited for him. Words… Oh well, he taught me all that… I remember him today for his hard work and those values that he taught me. I know nobody can forget the way he/she has come up in their lives. We all look back and see how at one point of time they all seemed so hard for us… on us… But, yes we have crossed the seas, thorn fields and have reached heights of the distant hill that wistfully looked at us one point in time. Life, changes so fast. It’s a matter of time…

Dream… Oh, that’s very important said my grandfather. He dreamt a lot. He wanted to take his driving license at the age of sixty five and he did achieve all his dreams until the last moment in his life.

Today, at this very moment, I discard everything for humanity… I believe I can make a lot of difference to the society that I live. Today, when I look in the mirror, I see a smile on my face. Today, I have decided not to look at my past. Today, I believe all of us can make a better tomorrow… Together we stand… All these small things for sure will make a lot of difference… Dream on…We never know if tomorrow belong to us… Fight for a reason… Let the reason be Humanity… 

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