The essence

April 1, 2009 § 9 Comments

Sense,
Essence,
At a certain distance,
Connected through reverence or vengeance.
For a few a revelation,
Others a illegitimate menace.

Far away from the visceral planes,
Where one notorious thought reins,
In a dream of a certain refrain,
The colours of freedom seem strained.

Through the senses-scintillations,
Through the emotions-vibrations,
The balance of  past and future,
Deliberately hang on the vision,
Of a mortal and bound scion.

Words may pass wisdom,
Actions may give martyrdom,
But neither can provoke, freedom,
Unless within the creature arises
A stroke (almost a epiphany,
Yet one of time’s boundless nature)
On the verge of breaching space,
Yet binds the universe,
Into the cramped room of a head.
And there it fills the thoughts,
The emotions and something shines,
A rudimentary essence,
The grit of our race’s existence.
Origin unknown,
Yet never visceral,
It is the knowledge of many an incidental,
carved into the nerves -the child
Of verses of unknown depths
And the knows worlds’ heavens.

And as such a realization dawns upon,
In those glorious hours,which life is called upon,
Everything tries to belong and then in a strung call,
Falls upon and arranges as if bound by a song,
To show the exactitude-the answer to the puzzle
Of living. Yet by the time the strains resurface,
Negligence reverberates and confiscates,
The essence through illusions.

At that,petty decorations need harnessing-
Water needs colour,
For the solvent cannot solve,
The lack of opaque it possesses,
For it is deemed unclean without spillage
For a bearded man said that was its visage.

And while the forces seem violent-
The wind torrential in its wisdom
And the seas tumultuous in action,
Humans throng and try to belong through religion.
The docile are then fermented
With ideas that man is tormented
By the virtues used
To bind him and rule.

Albeit that does come purity,
But then named
Heretic ,by some capricious decree,
Only later , understood to be,
What is really seen;
But veracity needed fire
And so it was lit
With a match upon a soulless hay
With chants of hail for the gist of the display.
Such are binds which curtail the hands
Of values and refined sands.

They call him the devil,
And he does roam among humans.
he has no eight tails waging
Or thirteen a table set,
All he has is a gullible mind
And he does exploit with haste
And then spreads like a plague
From man to man,
Until everyone seems wan
And prone to the entourage
Of a abyss and its flaming reaches,
Illusions bent from the malleable,but
Mind,that oh! if used properly is divine!

Finally as all seem corrupt
And thought dead and shut up,
Struck a ray through the condescending grey,
Creation was set alive again,a rebirth ,
Now life doesn’t seem vain.
And that abrupt force was all hailed,
And his words proclaimed
As wisdom, his actions martyrdom,
But fail did everything to grasp its freedom.

Then the devil did descend in full,
Dressed in white,peace he would bring,
No one would sing,the mantras
Of old and sally no more would
The undercurrent wisdom
(Relight by nature with
A little bit of nurture)
As the mirror reflects
The myriad darkness
And in it man would see
Nothing , for an eye
Is as good as its lens,
Mind is as good as its exponent.

But the devil was faced,
He could not rebate
Nor could he reinstate
His hold. The keepers
Were three,wisdom was set free,
Though humans have a hand on
The devil’s vehemence,
Another does hold the benevolence,
Of the spirit of creation.

The sevens and nines
Will never die,
Unless new numbers are sworn by,
And so will never the life
Be left astray,
For there is a final way,
The path which all do face
And on a gloom filled morning comes
To the surface,there they do
See the light from the negation,
It is the mere lack of contradiction
Which sets the world into a revolution.

The light shines the brightest

A new silence

March 24, 2009 § 13 Comments

A new silence,
The gap before a new penchant.
In it,seems to lull,
A song once in which life was dwelt.
 
A memoir,
A remains,
Yet the strands of belonging curtail.
The inertia maybe strong,
But I will move, to where I belong,
Even if only in my dreams,
That Reality is far from perceived
By anyone but me.

Myself I will never give,
And whatever the world does ,
Never forgive.

For the shores can be further away,
But some how,some day,
I will reach it,for only to understand
The limitless ocean,
Free from words and relation,my penchant.

The gaps do sing,
But their meaning
I do know,
Let the hours go,
I dare to watch the flow,
Never mind what of mine
Is lost or hurt,
I will get a chance to flirt,
With the destiny I do wish
To reap, For my efforts,
Are not meant to be vain,
I will surely something,gain.

The light shines the brightest

Hullaballoo in the country

March 22, 2009 § 14 Comments

We love our country and there can be no doubt about our nationalism , in fact in the concrete jungle you and me live in,we love it so much,that all we do is take those vagabonds of democracy as a daily factor. Why wouldn’t it be? After all we are more bothered about “soft-ware”  and our OS,but when a Virus does infect we might realize it is time to get a good anti-virus.Anyway these are the things which had their two paise of thought-value, i.e. which caused the proponent , paradigm persuader in me to surface during my exams.

-I can vouch for my city. Those on two wheels have no sense.In a jam packed traffic jam,you can find these heroes “fly” much like their namesakes in ads and block the opposite lanes ; Maybe their logic is based on the sumptuous ideology of “equality” which very few people understand anyway. Oh! and to add to that,how about this,they try to ape the anorexic curves of their revered feminine leads by meandering around cars and buses, causing the drivers of those  to brake over and over again,hmm..how will the traffic move? You know all it takes to get your lisence,is five hundred rupees.

And I should add ,they don’t have any respect for such things as  “one ways” , ” no U turns” etc etc.And our famous Auto drivers,well they are from another planet, Chennai is not complete without them and their “Madras Tamil”.

So I started of with something not important at all. And you can’t blame me.There is so much happening around,that you fail to realize that this is one country.

-In a porous and beguile corner of the country, a politican  went about haranguing his affiliation to 80% of the population. And with all sincere sinistral anti-secular chauvinism he raved about the power at his disposal. He is standing for elections you see and the likes of Hitler came to power after such critical acclimation isn’t it?  He is a victim according to his own palpable pride ,whether he is  or not, the election commission cannot do anything about it,they can’t ban him,even he was,what would be the difference? Remember the ban on smoking? 

-Apparently we live in a country,where seats are fought for. A political music chairs ensued and every party and every member wants a chair,they all are running literally, fueled by the Omnipresent media and their bulletin tunes . Personally I would like to see Congress in power,mainly because the “others” seem to be too…,too….well fill it up. And well a politician should be a called a politician.

-And talking about election the nation is all jagoore and 49-O . No I am not trying to say don’t use it,but you are using it to what purpose? Who cares about your vote? Come on ,you have a television set,they have IPL for you,live from England or SA ,go watch that,a convenient agreement.

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-Yup they call it the Indian Premier League. And rightly so,we send it to the isle this year,the isle from where it came.The sad thing of course is that,they would be competing with football.I know a few who are members of fan clubs ,now there goes your money,go fight like those people on MTV shows for your money back. And I don’t like cricket anyway. Taking in the fact that the football season is at its tail end,people would care more about their football teams than the cricket ones ( Arsenal shall win the FA and the champions league I tell you!)

-There was a spectacle over a pair of old spectacles. Apparently that particular pair will cure all addicts of their alcoholism and proliferate down to the prop-a-ganged masses and make the cities all clean and white. I think they would erect the statue of the father of communal-ism here(who ever he is) and also the patron of corruption,surely we are sinners if we don’t? 

There is of course a lot more,when I say lot,hell of a lot more. But then NEWS now days,is really fast that,even terrorists are finding to get their full fifteen minutes of fame. And all this makes me wonder,what is this reality? I maybe an Idealist(my next post is about that) but I am sure who knows the reality. This person seems to be( do read the blog,amazing stuff).

We of course had the horrorscope and the stamp scam stamped away. An update on something more closer to home,YU! has woken up at last ,do participate.

And now I will go back to questioning myself about my blog’s ever depreciating authority,if only this was a Vols it would ” depreciation for now,Appreciation forever”(or something like that,I like that ad).

P.S: Thankfully I used the spell check.It seems in the past two weeks,my spellings have taken a new induction to the retro me.

P.P.S:- This is my attempt to improve i.e., keep it short and be more gracious in using punch-u-nations.

this is 25.

March 18, 2009 § 20 Comments

Reema tagged me to write 25 random things,so well this is 25! 

1) I wrote this post on the eve of my economics exam,now I have forgotten what I had thought out

2) I like to try to do everything with my left. In this respect I now prefer to use my left in footie and am almost as good with my left as I am with my right in Table tennis.The only thing tough is writing with my left.

3) I dream a lot. And I have in my dreams been in movies,become a top biz man ,played for all the top football clubs and published a hell a lot of books and been the hero.It is worth mentioning all these things till date have remained as dreams. Oh! and talking of dreams,this post crosses my mind.

4) I love to try and make inanimate things alive.Some how it seems nice to have something which is not prejudiced to talk to.

5) I can be in a dream land for a long time, in this case the real world and that world almost merge.I sort of float around and to many people around start acting in a very attached,detached way…

6) I hate to read anything twice. And so I never study for my exams.I just start sleeping or well start doing something else,like blogging 🙂 

7) I am a true cancerian,while I can take any amount of nonsense,some times,I get damn emotional.

8) For me the things which I feel are virtues,are something I will not give up,no matter what.You can call me tenacious or arrogant.

9) If I respect someone,I genuinely respect them.If I don’t ,I don’t really care who they are and if I have little tolerance towards certain people…

10) I love to watch football,especially flowing,attacking football.

11) It doesn’t matter what people tell me,I believe everything in this world is connected,that is why we have so called miracles,things act a certain way because they are all linked and there have been enough incidents to prove me right.

12) YU! means a lot to me. But not many of its members seem to care. I try to tell myself not to conclude ,that people will be people but I am tempted to.( If you do really care,wake up! Don’t tell me you can’t find anything to write or comment!! ) { strictly meant for YU! members,but then most of them don’t read my blog anyway 😛 } 

13) Someone pointed out a while back,that this blog has more women/girl readers.And I have always wondered why 😛 

14) I can be very very irritating and well my class mates and friends can vouch for it .

15) Sometimes I become a 5 year old.And when I am in that state,like in my dreams,the world seems all fine and azure.

16) I cried in front of my whole class in 10th,I was that sensitive.But then that was the year a lot changed for me. I started writing poetry ,it was a turning point in my life. 

17) It really doesn’t matter who you are and what you do,all that matters is that you use your senses and enjoy the world.I hate the world for making things complicated.

18) When I am damn happy or damn sad,I ask myself ” What the hell are you doing here anyway? ” and also ” what is all this? ” 

19) I like to be special to people. And there are lot of people who are special to me.But some how many of them don’t  seem stick around.

20) I have seen a ghost as a kid and no I was not dreaming ,I still remember it.

21) I hate smokers . And I don’t care what the cost is,I either walk out or tell the person not to smoke around me.

22) Till date I have showed all those people who belittled me what I am made up of but it is not yet done,I wish and I hope and I will.

23) I have been blogging for almost 3 years now.Many have come and many have went but I learnt the differences between people and I have also noticed how people who blog have changed.

24) I don’t really care what “people” think about what I write. My poetry is my way of telling myself things.I post it here,because I feel there are people out there,who may like to read it.

25) And my blog means a lot to me.If not for poetry and this place,I don’t know,where my self confidence and belief would be.Thank you all!

And for once I  am not tagging anyone 😉 

P.S:- Sorry for making this so serious. I want to play the joker ,I so badly want to!

49-0,Chinese double sim and unity in diversity(cartoons)

March 17, 2009 § 9 Comments

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The puddle and the sea

March 15, 2009 § 12 Comments

At a puddle they threw a stone,
And my bearings did spill over,
At my plight they did take pride;
The stones kept coming,
But so did the showers and my belief
In life; As time swam through its
Pristine verses,I did evolve,in spite
Of those stones and with a prayer to myself,
I did evoke a sense of belonging
And evolved into a ocean.
 
I crushed the stones into the sand-
On them they thread ,upon their
Very words,the hypocrites
Try to act dignified even as they
Gape with awe at my size and life.
Their stones,now are no means
to hurt,they are lost in my own gait
And if any were harsh I do return them,
At their feet and they do wonder
Why they sink in so right-
Ignorant,they fail to realize,
That in the mirror they do see
Themselves and not another,
They worship their gullible darkness,
But nor can that eat an infinite begin
For though I have shores,
I move upon a strong ground,
Intricate-we are one and the same,
The world is a passage and the sea,
Me, an observer,a prophet
I do try to warn,thee humans,
But you still are blind
And throw waste with tremendous haste,
And avoid my message with false chaste. 
 
While it does worry me,
And tears do fill me,
My God does allow me,
To watch the world and all the while love
Myself and the ulterior Goddess;
The stars do twinkle,
I know what they are,
They maybe far,
But within we do know,
That we are moving with a flow,
Ultimately we would meet,
If today at creativity’s peak,
Tomorrow at life’s peace.
Dare listen to us,
You might then seek life,
Otherwise oh! human,
You are no more seen.
Animals are born to survive
And man is born to live,
So seek the truth,
Truth is not an end
but a means to an end,
Listen oh! listen,
Or you will become 
Humanity’s stone,
Unknown and long forgone.
 
Listen oh! listen,
And think oh! think!
I am the sea,
Dare to see and hear me,
You will know you are free!
Once they did throw a stone,
I did crush it and now spread
It ashore see and learn,
Yearn and listen! 

The light shines the brightest!

happy holi!

March 10, 2009 § 17 Comments

Happy Holi everyone! happy-holi

 

P.S:- See this post by Reema

The mirror shone…

March 8, 2009 § 12 Comments

And the mirror shone,with the image,
There stood the love,
There was the symbol within.
The sight was beyond might,
And the will of man,was his own.
He did belong to himself and Earth,
And those who see no face in the mirror,
Are the once who are in darkness.
Switch on the lights he did want to tell,
Yet how to address that which has no face?

That which rots will always rot,
That which grows shall always,
For you cannot be discriminated
Unless you your self choose so.
If the sky looks dull and glut,
Then the spirit shall be alight,
If it does choose to see the light within.
If the tools of men failed be perceived,
Then shall darkness have a victory,
Let the spark of solitude and the society’s
Misnomers do isolate ,in fear of itself.
That ,that curse is a gift,
That not  to belong leads to a search,
And the identity that which is googled,
Will be found,in love,in what we value.

To that we walk,we parade,
Those whose spirit is in integrity,
Who refuse to lie down
And to all that,bow,
For the sweetest rebellion
Is victorious when it seeks not to avenge
Itself in the name of revenge.
To rebel is to accept yourself
And that the face you do see,
Is not meant to be bound but free.
For in freedom alone dwells love,
For a bundle of life is in projection,
To seek the stars and greater levitation.
In dreams love does haunt
To seek the greatness so perceived,
Accidents lead to discoveries,
And so love to solution of mysteries.

Love to be alive,
And to abide to your light.
Humanity is at par with destruction when
In comparison of virtue-
Beyond that lie a very very few.
Sin is sinister and love is not a dagger,
Yet to preserve itself,shall it spill blood?
Is ale  spoiling the unspoiled to give
Negation a victory and to rejoice,
The death of our kind? Or is it the spirit
Of invention,to the man who drank it
As an unknown poison and found heaven?
Or neither but a state of natural invention,
Just so to place the mind a while away
And ultimately free from the bound day?
A metaphor to freedom?

Why is man bound?
And alone his love,with wings,
Always to be flown?
Why is it that we seek solace,
Even though we know out own face?
Now do we bind words into form
And say a noise is right,
The others utter and see your rite?
What sense of order do we see,
And beyond that what do we perceive?
Is disunity,A state of mere callous
Misinterpretation ,a stray mutation,
For us to marginalize our life?

But finally does come a day,
When we do breach innosence
And climb the ladder and pass the grey,
And into the clouds we do pass,
This a metaphoric heaven,
We seek not bliss,
But mere sense of equality-
Be valued as you are and not
What you are meant to be.
If earth was to be such,
Than a beggar will not be a king,
But to do so,must learn the arts
To raise and in character appraise,
The minds of those who fought past
The fiends,those many armed monsters,
The cruel nature of human disunity,
A stark stray-hail! OH! Hail,the society!
In spirit,realize the curiosity!

Love is such,turn on your light,
And in it you shall see the face of life,
Be bold and smile,for what you see
Is what you perceive,illusion or not,
It is a de reguier reality!
In the light of truth,
One will lead,not mere instict
But that which speaks logically,
A known or unknown tongue,
Hear it and learn to be,
Yourself and in that free!

Love yourself and forget disunity,
The world will be what it wants to be.
In scarifies and sacrilege and absurdity,
It sees joy; Then,love to be,
Be not tamed but be free to set free
the wisdom of freedom,
To the rocks,they might wake,
To restore the order of insanity.
Love is that we lend ourselves value,
And that is the end we seek,
Truth is not the end but means to an end.

The light shines the brightest

The smiley tag

March 4, 2009 § 28 Comments

🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

So,this is it.This is my very own tag…after all I am the smileyananda..er…smiley man 😀

The objective:- To make people smile.When you saw the smiles above ,I am sure you started smiling too.That is the whole idea of this tag,to make others smile/laugh. I don’t need to tell you all about the good effects of a smile,but a smile always helps you get out of lows and makes you feel great.So this tag shall spread the smile,in all the blogs.At least this way for once all the blogs shall be smiling and looking bright and happy at the same time.Let us for one post forget all the nonsense in the world and just spread the smile.

 

On my face I have a smile,
IT is a sign of the joy of being alive.
A smile upon my face,
And at it you gaze
and now you have it on your face.

This happiness is life,
Forever we can smile,
Never let sadness become ripe,
Put a smile upon your face,
And grace through the days,
Gloom is all haste and waste,
Never let the smile run away,
Today is happiness’ day.

On my face I have a smile,
IT is a sign of the joy of being alive.
A smile upon my face,
And at it you gaze
and now you have it on your face.

 

So all you have to do is post some funny pics/write something which will make people smile and/or laugh. And ya you have to begin the post with a line of smileys like how I have done 😀 

So before I do my post,let me tag :-

Reema(yes mam,I will study!)

Chirag( looking for some nice smileys 😀 ) 

Solilo ( a humorous soliloquay? ) 

Nimmy(someone provoke us to smile now 😀 )

Apar( give us a ROFL in the headtrip!)

Nita( A research on smileys/smile? ) 

Sakhi( A funny story?) 

Destination Infinity( Infinite laughter maybe?) 

Anshul(better do a cartoon 😀 ) 

Dinesh( ya 18000 RPM please) 

Indyeah (yeah!)

Kritajnya( go sis!)

-Anyone else who wants to do this.

Well all those of you who are tagged,pass this on(that is why I am stopping with 12 people).

Anyway to my post…



oh come on I leave it to Calvin..
sense-of-humor-laughing-at-absurdity

Anyway spread the smile 🙂 And my school moto

“KEEP SMILING”

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The dreamer

March 1, 2009 § 17 Comments

A breath of thought,
And a world bloomed.
In it all was as it should be,
Beauty and sweet to see.
Yet a thought corrupted the mind
And then started the works of a fiend,
The earlier world now grew weeds,
After all there is never peace.

And now as the weeds without the plants
Rot , as no food was there for thought,
The dreamer did realize,that what seed
he does bury,will determine what he does reap.
And now was not too late,
So determined to write his fate,
He opened his mind to the sky,to the sun,
And let the water run
To the good plants
And when few did pop,he plucked the weeds.

P.S:- My first exam in on Tuesday.

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