Saturday, November 07, 2009

My heart speaks ...


Every day we wake up. Maybe with a nightmare or vibrant energy or as a plain reaction of our body-clock. We all get into our routines. Just like clock-work we all move about thinking within our self – our family, our husband/boyfriend, our friends, our pet dog, our file on the desk, the meeting at 9 .... what not. But once for a moment have we realised what is the next person walking beside you, standing in the next lane, reading a paper, watching a woman pass by ..... thinking, wondering in his mind or heart. I have sometimes tried to find what it is. But everything seems blur. That urge of wanting to know, lend a ear, sometimes makes me wonder, should i do it? Should i be so human to be bothered beyond my world. Worried about others? I feel the pull from within, a million doubts, questions? I just can’t help thinking, how can i change that person’s life. Every day when i hear a news of death, atrocity, pain, sadness...i feel so numb. I feel helpless for my stupid emotions telling me, where you when it happened ... savouring an ice cream, giggling over a joke. I sincerely feel bad for all those in pain. All that doubts in their mind about who is hearing, who will help me? But over time, i realise i am just one of them...with a beating heart, pumping blood in to remind me i am human. How can a person find the simple joys of life, when so much of pain around us is suffocating us? But one thing keeps me happy even amongst all this pain .... of looking up into the sky, seeing the clouds go by, seasons changing, stars shining, rain falling ... to see this everyday when you wake up, is nothing less of a miracle. A hope that He is watching, listening and sheltering me and you from the pain around to be rejoined in peace at last. But to reach that peace, one has to keep his eyes open, mind even more open .... to accept, understand and believe .... that we see for we have to change, we imagine for we have to foresee ... the highest aspirations we should be upholding in trying times ... of peace and love and freedom to unite at last, as one, with Him. I so want to write more, my heart is overwhelmed with words, which my hands are not able to carry ... but if you feel me, please know that i care for you, as a human ... even if i am sitting miles away from you, for just next door. I hear you. And i know, things will change, for good, for love. Love you all.

Thursday, November 05, 2009

In Divinity


In my mind I see the sun-kissed beautiful valleys, streams of water glistening, soft green grasses under my feet, soothing wind on my face, as I outstretch my hands and tried to hold them. I hear the sounds of nature, divine as they sound; I see a rabbit near my feet. I stroke its back and it leaps away from me. I walk in slow strides to catch up with it. I reach the stream and look into the water. I see myself in white with a smile on my face. I see my angel wings spread out. I stand looking at the trees swaying to the rhythm of the wind. I sway along with them. The first drops of rain fell on my lips. It tasted sweet as honey. I looked up and saw the clouds parting. I saw the rays fall on me. My wings shuddered in its warm touch. I saw the light seeking me out from here and I closed my eyes ….

(My divinity lies in my mind and if you are able to see it through, you will find solace within yourself. I hope you visualise this in your mind and feel the same sensation I had of the divine.)

Inside Out


Your voice that evokes my sigh,
Your touch that entices my sense,
Your heartbeat that stirs my soul,
You kill me inside out.

Your silence that tears my heart,
Your kisses that rush my whole,
Your skin that burns my mind,
You kill me inside out.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

My 1st Malayalam song



My first ever Malayalam song penned in the exact words that came to me in the evening while travelling back from work. The background for this song is of a man who has lost his love through her untimely death. He is remembering her while he is walking in solitude beside the sea. Since its a male version of the song, I can’t sing it .... but I will upload the song, sooner or later. As of now, I would like you to view my lyrics.




Um hum hum , um hum hum ,
Ummm.... hum hum.... (2)

Akalum etho megham pole...
Eriyum ethoo naalam pole ...
Poyi nee marayum ravu pol,
Oormayayi nee en kanavilum,
Nin sneham mathram en jeevan aayi,
Ariyadhe en manavum vidumbiyo,
Varumo..nee ini en raagamayi.

Na na na ..... um hum
Thana na na na na .... um hum ...

Mazhayayi nee vannengil...
Thazhukam nyan en nenjil ....
Oru vela nee ente jeevanil
Vaannu kuliru thookamoo................. na, na, na

Akalum etho megham pole... (Repeat)

Nyan maranjalum, ninte nizhal pole nyan koode kaanum..
Nee marannalum, nyan oru kaatayi nine ponarum ...

Thanalayi nee ninnengil....
Viriyam nyan poo pol ....
Thanichhaki nee enne theerathil
Kannuneerumayi pokayo .... na na na

Akalum etho megham pole...(Repeat)

Monday, September 28, 2009

The Ugly Truth


Brutality. Brutal as it may sound, it devours your mind and soul like none with the likes of fire kissing the wood. So what happens when a fire kisses a wood? It seems sensual at first and then heightens into a scorching pain that transforms the wood into embers, while the heat still remains as a memory of the viciousness.

Sensuality . Sweet as it may sound, it devours your mind and soul like none, with the likes of two magnetic poles getting attracted to each other. So what happens when two strong magnetic poles attract? It seems forceful at first and then heightens into a longing so strong that transforms into an ugly truth, while the force field remains as a mere memory of the passion ... and no love.

Yes, sometimes the truth can be ugly, but what makes it sensual is its innocence and what makes it brutal is ignorance.... the ignorance of accepting its innocence.

Just set the truth free and you will get back the freedom you have been longing for.

(Writing this piece of mind at 11:30 PM makes me feel better coz i have set my mind free by wording it out and got the freedom to sleep in peace. Goodnight.) – Dedicated to all die-hard thinkers.

Friday, July 17, 2009

The Girl with the Plum

Innocent as the first bloom in spring,
Loving as the warm rays of the Sun,
Her lips smiles along with the hymn,
As she walked with her basket of plum.

Sunday, February 08, 2009

Freshly Baked Dream


Crunchy, munchy, dream,
Topped with a dash of cream,
Served in life’s silver platter,
For me to get flattered,
Here is my freshly baked dream.