Stars-My Pals!!

This is one of my very old poems. Wrote it somewhere between 1999-2000.

They appear only at night
and shine in the sky high and bright.

The sky which was dark becomes lit
by thier light,
making even more splendid the sight!!

They look like tiny pearls spread in a vast blue ocean,
In contrast they may shame even the sun!!
The garish sun with all its splendour
May seem a thing dull in font of their grandeur.

High in the sky they keep on twinkling
With the passage of time in space they go on vanishing

As dawn approaches,they seal the sky with a kiss of good bye
and promise to return after the sun dies.

With their departure,the sun in the east to rise and shine they let,
And in the eve when the sun with all its splenour sets
They again make their appearance without a moment's hesitance.

Without their presence,the sky might look dull and vacant
Like a flower having no color,no fragrance.

Without their presence even my life would shrivel and in the dust may fall
Cos they are my greatest assets and my ever so humble pals!
Sharing my feelings,with whom i've grown from the past,
So never from my life depart
Oh my dearest Stars!!

Twilight

This is one of my own poems which i wrote in 2003.One of my favourites too!!


The waning sunlight in the horizon
Sets stage for a perfect showdown,
Its dusk-time for skies to kiss goodbye
to the reigning sun,
Time for the chirping birds for re-union.

The scene is picturesque;
Seems as though the sky were a canvas
Painted on which in hues of azure and yellow
Are the colors of nature stil mellow.

The universe appears flawless;unblemished
The mystery further mystifies,the sky turns bleak,sluggish,
The day is fading,cool wind whirls past
Just for a moment the harmony lasts
Slowly the world around settles down to stillness,
The earth now wears a shadow of darkness..

Mind wanders for a while,emotions glean..
Slowly stars will start to gleam..
Sky will again be lit-this time by stars bright
Behold!!its a union between eve and night-its Twilight!!

The Daffodils-A Discerment

Here i am posting one of my most revered of poems.It was written by William Wordsworth-probably the greatest nature poet ever to grace the earth!!

This poem was written in the 19th century.As the legend goes,Wordsworth's inspiration to compose this poem came when he walked past the daffodils in Ullswater on a stormy day with his sister Dorothy.He wrote this poem two years later!!

What makes Wordsworth an unparalleled maestro of his kind lies in the fact that he used such themes as that of nature and the human bonding with it.He saw nature in a different light and tried to explore the intricacies and the trivalties of it in his poems.He brings out those very commonest of details that our eyes would have missed taking note of in such a splendid way that makes us both wonder and ponder!

I am sure all of us would have come across this poem in our lives when we were kids.At such a time our minds would not have allowed us to think beyond the scope of what the poem actually tries to convey,it would just have been another poem from those boring text books which would fetch us marks in exams!!

We see nature in different forms everyday,but the beauty of it often goes unnoticed!!And its often the poet who brings to our attention those secrecies long hidden within the womb of nature,just so ironically that we cant help but think that we were such ignorant fools to have been missing the fiesta!!


The Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:—
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company!
I gazed, and gazed, but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Beautiful place this-my Mind!!!

"Life is so sarcastic,ironic,enigmatic and tantalising in all its ways..."
When we actually say this sentence are we meaning to say that "Life" is an animate entity that exists all by itself as we do in all our glory?Are we implying that "life" has a life of its own and its not by the virtue of our existence that gives "life " the name it possesses? Could it ever happen that we would stop existing but still "Life" would have? Funny or ridiculous though may it it seem but its true!! Its only a mere matter of perception that can give us this answer.Well,my definition of this myth called "Life"...here it goes....

For me,my "Life" is where my mind is!My whole existence depends on this eternal veracity! My "Life" is what my mind thinks of it.Rather ,its my mind'd perception that i have a "life".Its only an illusion which makes us think that something or someone exists in our "life".Because there ain't no "life" existing somewhere beyond our vision,somewhere beyond the horizon or deep inside the woods or hidden in valleys!! "Life" and "Death" are the only entities which never exist physically but still we use adjectives to describe them.(adjectives which are used to describe live entities)
The greatest delusion in life is "Life" !!which does not exist. Our mind thinks of "Life" as something which exists,when truly speaking our mind is an embodiment of "life" Our mind has a mind of its own.Or else how could it think that it has life?

When we say something about ourselves it implies that we do have opnions about ourselves. But how can it possibly be? We can only have opinions about someone or something we seee,hear or are acquainted with!!We can only have opinions or perceptions about someone which is not "Us"!! So in order to have an opinion or thought,there must be an interaction or existence between or of the two entities involved!! So it means that our mind has an opinion of "Us". So again there are two people-"Me" and "Myself".
So when i have a self opinion it means that my "myself" has an opinion of "me".
So here's the equation-One body,Two people-me and myself(mind).

What if "me" has an opinion of "myself"?.Does it mean that "me" can also have a life without "myself"? This contradicts my previous assumption that its by the virtue of "my" existence that gives "myself" a "life".Is it by the virtue of my existence that "myself" exists or is it the other way round? But surely, i can conjecture that the latter assumption is true. Since my mind (myself) can come into existence only after "me" is born or is existing.

My "mind" can see "me",feel "me",know "me" love "me",hate "me" and yet it cannot depart from "me".My "myself" cant exist without "me".So it has to live with "me".But what would happen after i die? Does my "myself" too come to an end? Or does it live forever? Does "me" come to know when my "myself" is departing from it? Does it come to know that it has ceased to exist?If so,then "mind"should go on existing even after i am dead! Since its mind which has an opinion about "me".If it thinks that i am dead,it means that its still alive!! But how can this be practically feasible? Because my mind exists only when "i" exist and if "i" myself cease to live,how can my mind live on? So how do i come to know if i am dead,say at a given instant? Which one dies first-me or myself? Assume if "myself" dies first,then i would never come to know that "i" am dead since my thinking patner "myself" would not tell me that i am dead!!

Now the million dollar question is- whether "myself" has an opinion about "myself"!!If not,then how would my "myself" pen down opinions and facts about "myself"(mind)?
Mind is talking about "mind" and yeah, its indeed a Beautiful place this-my mind!!!

The other side of the Moon

This article of mine was published in our College Magazine in 2005.

"Reputation is what men and mortals think of us,
Character is what Gods and Angels know of us"

With every day and from both sides of my moral and the intellectul reasoning,i have made a partial discovery-that man is not truly one but truly two.I say two because the state of my own knowledge does not pass beyond that point.
There is a thorough and primitive duality in every man.It is not that he is one of the ether,but he is radically both.Every man has his darker side of existence,but just like the moon,only that side is visible which we perceive or rather the darker side is concealed by the natural impetus of man to advance infallibly in only one direction.By birth,every man gets fettered by the obligation to be at his best disposition.No instituition,no organisation,no nation, or even for that matter np philosophy approbates or assents the justification of an evil deed.An immoral man has no place in the society.An exorbitant,and a belligerant disposition stands no chance of being able to vindicate the ocurence of a misdeed.So it has been from times immemorial and so it will be always!!

But its the natural instinct of every man to be a fiend if he chooses to be one.If he gets but one channel where he could outsource all his fiendish misdeeds,he would feel relieved.If the good and the bad could be housed in separate identities,life would be relieved of all that was unbearable;the unjust could go his way,delivered from the aspirations and remorse of his more upright twin,and the just could walk steadfastly and securely on his upward path doing the good things in which he finds pleasure.It is the curse of mankind that these incongruous faggots are bound together,that in the agonised womb of consciousness these twins should be continuously struggling.

If the good and the bad both find separate channels for existence in a single human soul,life would have been much more meaningful!!

If there were some method by which man could outpour all of his fiendish instincts with no fear,no self reproach,no pre consideration,nor post lamentation,to no one but to himself the need to give any explanation or justification-the good side of him would feel less guilty than before when he would no longer have to plod the earth as an idol of morality and virtue,though housing all the viciousness from within.He would no longer have to be a masquerader to the society as well as to himself.It would be such a relief to remain virtuous and moral genuinely,but at the same time being more wicked than ever!!!

It is but so natural that the society repugnates the very physical appearance of an evil man.Even as the good shows upon the countenance of the one,the evil is written plainly and broadly upon the face of the other.The world is so accustomed to commingle with the masqueraders that the chances of seeing a purely evil or a purely virtuous man is next to impossible.

There must be some solution to the conflicts arising between the evil side and the good side in a man.The evil must free flow without any restraint,yet not foregoing the good reputation as well.just as men hire bravos to transact their crimes,while their own person and reputation sat under shelter.

This is a struggle between man's nature and his nurture,it is relevant in all periods of life.There is an animal in every man,an instinct to do evil,a tendency to stray from the decorum of society and spring headlong into the stream of liberty.

Just like the moon,every man has his other side of existence,but it never shows up....

Rain drops keep fallin on my head.....

Its mid May...And its already raining cats and dogs in Bangalore!!Every evening is a pain to go through since last 4 days,especially for people who have to travel via Hosur road daily.

Although rains are a favourite with me,i somehow dont seem to enjoy it here in Bangalore.It gets dirty and messed up,or so it seems to me!!Apart from muddy potholes,littered streets,and of course the pathetic traffic jams,there is nothing else to be expected of.But i dont blame it,afterall its what we can expect from a "Silicon city"!!! Its the part and parcel of life,when living in a city.Here nobody has time to stand and stare at the nature long and hard and question themselves-"Am i missing something in my life of late?" Nobody cares,nobody bothers...its money and business all the way!!! At the end of the day,we make sure,that we aint going to bed hungry,thats all that matters..

No other poem fits so aptly to describe this present scenario than the one written by W.H.Davies-

What is this life if full of cares,
We have no time to stand and stare

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare....

But its altogether a different story in the countryside.I consider myself fortunate enough to have witnessed such natural beauties of nature,like those of rains in the countryside and in the plains.There can be nothing more exquisite than enjoying the showers in the countryside.With miles and miles of outstretched land of lush green vegetation spread across till the horizon,there seems to be a never ending feast for the eyes.And the lovely fragrance which fills up the air after the first showers of monsoon takes my breath away!!The whole plot looks like one coming out of a perfectly painted canvas in all hues.Its green everywhere,with a tinge of yellow or red here and there amidst the greenery,with patches of brown and black earth creeping on the long winding roads between the fields...the hazy overcast sky,with no trace of the sun,and the violent thunders and the lightnings...its a beauty thats best exploited when experienced!!!And the pulchritude gets thrice multiplied when its a hail storm...I can still remember those days vividly when i used to run outside my home just to collect those hail stones!!!I can still see in me,a little girl peeping outside that little window of my home,sitting for hours watching the rains,wetting my outstretched hands in the rain,and wondering,when the rain would stop so that i could go out and play!!
Those days are gone now for sure,with no promise of returning...its only a memory now..And everytime it rains,it rains memories on me..those wonderful moments of my childhood where time was boundless and eternal...
And as i ponder over,i realize that the extravagance of the rains on the moors is now only a beautiful memory to be cherished...for its all gone...gone with the winds of changing times and modernisation.....

Unchained Melody

"Unchained Melody" by Righteous Brothers is one of the greatest classic love songs of all times.Well, i love listening to the song over and over again,any number of times!!The music is really soothing and romantic...

Everytime i hear the song,i can visualise a beach by the shadows of the night..Cool palm trees swaying in the breeze in a bright moonlit night...
and a lover serenading his woman,down on his knees,with a guitar...
Aint it so romantic???

So here's my favourite song..The lyrics might seem very hackneyed,and stereotyped but the best way to judge its calibre would be to listen to it once and then to trust your ears!!!

Oh, my love, my darling,
I've hungered for your touch a long, lonely time,
Time goes by so slowly and time can do so much.
Are you still mine?
I need your love, I need your love, God speed your love to me.

Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea
To the open arms of the sea
Lonely rivers sigh, 'Wait for me, wait for me'
'I'll be coming home, wait for me!'

Are you still mine?
I need your love, I need your love, God speed your love to me

Bonjour!!

Hello People!!!This is my first post on my blog!!
Hopefullly the first of many more to follow...