My Psychedelic Verses

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2010-10-23T06:18:00.001-07:00

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Waning Moon - A Paragraph Story

2010-05-11T08:45:00.000-07:00

It was not meant to be so painful. The wrath of the Gods that made me the princess of Darkness. Forever to be apart from my love, my Sun. Only to meet at twilight as He faded away into the depths. The many stars that twinkle are the days I have been away from Him. Still I look forward to tomorrow, for yet another spark of light, when He wakes up and brightness the mortal’s day. And I wane in sorrow, hoping that the Gods will be kind to me one day.

2010-02-28T21:53:00.000-08:00

Ever felt like you never wanted to eat, but you had to.
You never wanted to breathe, but you had to.
You never wanted your heart to beat, but it had to.
You never wanted to love, but you had to.
You wanted the pain, but it never came.

What do you call this? A twisted joke of life or the echo of an aching heart?
My heart aches not in pain, but in joy. A sweet pain that seeps through my veins, transforming my mind, body and soul into a hysteric frenzy. I somehow feel the time is arriving. My purpose is getting done. That is why the pain is getting sweeter and I feel much at ease now. Many may call me mad or a soul full of life, but I know that I am different and my difference is what makes me for real. A reality that bloomed in times that I would rather have not lived, but would rather have, in times when great poets walked this earth, great artists painted the world’s stories, great musicians saw the passion of life and many a great men and women saw life unlike others.

Yet, I live now. With a purpose. With a meaning. With a path, which I tread every day. I could walk on forever and ever. Come walk along with me. Hold my hands and you will see and feel life unlike any, with a promise of friendship, compassion and unwavering commitment to the school of trust. The trust that I live by. Walk along. May the cobbled pathways or the tarred roads lead us to a deeper meaning of life, love and us.

Selfless love

2010-02-19T03:10:00.000-08:00

What is selfless love? A love filled with warmth, respect, understanding, trust, passion and all things lovely. To earn this love and to give this, one has to be overwhelmingly open towards embracing love in its complete form. So who is that deserves this? Everyone. All hearts yearn for this and all souls thrive on this. Even as you stand at the doors of death, this love is what will make you strong, holding your hands, with no fear. Share this selfless love with all and see the change for yourself. There is no meaning in restricting your love for one, love all. Respect all. And your heart and soul will feel like the bird that soars above in the skies. Do not fear that your love or the love your loved one is giving you will vanish. It will only double, triple, quadruple. Fear not, just share.

After all 6-feet under is where we are all heading. So why restrict the love when alive?

Get L.E.U.ed!

2010-01-18T02:59:00.000-08:00

Music has a way of capturing your heart and emotions, entangling with the experiences in your life, giving a tune and sense to it.

The best thing about being a creative is that I need not take any drugs. Being one is addictive enough.

Just because I don’t seem like the talkative type doesn’t mean that I got my tongue surgically removed. :p See this?

Peace, people, please.

You dare step in to MYSPACE and i will TWITTER the cops. They will GOOGLE you till station and you will YAHOO in pain coz your FACEBOOK will be bashed up.

Some relationships are like square pegs in round holes. Geometric but not matching.

My power breakfast: A slice of Twitter, baked Facebook with masala Rediff and a glass of Google News. *burp*

The biggest tragedy of life is death. And the biggest promise we all live for, resurrection, alas after death. What an irony!

We are born into a complicated life wherein our mission is to uncomplicate it with our actions. Either way, we end up 6 feet under.

If it is a crime to be good to people, then i deserve to be loved till death.

It's easy to become insane and it's a challenge to remain sane.

I hate monotony. I hate it more than bitter gourd.

A creative idea a day, keeps me charged all day.

It's wonderful to rewind life and see the moments that make the present. Some funny, some stupid, some emotional, some not-worth-remembering .... it's all that small, medium and big moments that has paved way to my current life. And about the future, it's like being in the mind of Lewis Carroll and his imaginery world ...of Alice in Wonderland. Present? I guess by the time i finish typing it, it would have become past.

It's never too late to say I love you, I miss you, Please forgive me, I forgive you, Thank you... Moments may come and go, but people once gone... are gone forever.

“We, us, our” stand insignificant before “I, me, mine” at some point of our life.

I need no shoulder to cry on when i am sad and tears roll down my face. All i need is Premier's 2 ply special face tissue. So soft and no questions.

Sometimes i feel i should not have been a human with feelings, but a rock that just stands still even when its hit by all.

I see myself as a floppy disk in life. I aspire to become a CD, then a DVD, then a Blue-Ray Disk and finally .... there i am!

Breaking your own heart hurts more than breaking someone else's heart.

Yesterday we met, it was fate. Today we meet, it is blissful. Tomorrow we meet, it is divine.

What’s on TV? - Crazy teenagers wanting their bit of reality on TV. Desi version of firangi shows that doesn’t suit the taste of Indian ethos. Mass digging of musical/ dancing talents in and around India. Soaps (serials) that leave a stink even after 100 episodes. Journalism that screws the professionalism out of the channel. Mushrooming of channels that need a bigger remote to control. Matches (cricket) that leaves a hole in the mind of the viewer and money in the pocket of the player. Overdose of ads that can evolve into a brand-based serial in the future. .... and what not!!!!!!!!!

Farm-ville and Yo-ville makes my day Glee-ville!

When you know that time is too short to live wasted, you waste it even more thinking of what next!

To understand a person, you have to do just two things .... listen & observe. Wherever these two things are missing, you find estranged relationships and fake egos.

Nocturnal Feelings – A Paragraph Story

2010-01-06T02:57:00.000-08:00

Cuddled with the pillows, holding a rosary in the hand, as I slept on the sparkling white bed, I heard the call of the nocturnal creature from beyond the windows. Waking up and moving towards the window, I saw the gleaming eyes in the woods. With every breath, I heard a voice calling me out, to come and seek the nocturnal feelings of the aggrieved soul that haunted the woods. With every step I took towards the woods and the rosary beaming on my fair hand, I held out my hands to the wind. A cold hand held me and swept me off the ground into the strong arms. I clutched on to the rosary and looked into the crimson lips to see the trickle of blood seeping from between. The eyes held the sorrow of years of torment, as it locked with mine. I closed my eyes. I woke up with a pool of blood beside me, which seemed like rose petals laid out for my welcome. A welcome to the world of sleepless nights for eternity. The cold hand held me and I walked alongside, deep into the woods. I turned around to see the rosary beads scattered on the ground – reminiscent of my shattered soul.

My heart speaks ...

2009-11-07T10:09:00.000-08:00

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.

In Divinity

2009-11-05T02:36:00.000-08:00

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

2009-11-05T01:36:00.000-08:00

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.

My 1st Malayalam song

2009-10-13T07:26:00.000-07:00

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)

The Ugly Truth

2009-09-28T11:05:00.000-07:00

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.

The Girl with the Plum

2009-07-17T01:03:00.000-07:00

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.

Freshly Baked Dream

2009-02-08T23:39:00.000-08:00

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.

Emancipations of a bemused mind

2008-06-03T21:33:00.000-07:00

“Why do I have the curse of sensing rotten human souls? Devouring me till time takes its revenge on me, and I sleep restless in a murky and shallow world full of souls, dying.”

It was dark. I could feel my heartbeat getting slow. I felt numb. I was swimming into the shadowy realms of mind.

I heard the voices, calling out, “Where are you? YOU HEARD ME. Let’s have some fun. Sit down and let’s talk. Get out of here.”

Sitting at my chair and staring at my table laid with my soul searching cards, I was finding the answers. One, two, three…no more. I was laying myself down for others to find truce with their future.

I came across many faces, many minds, many demons. That’s when I slowly woke up and heard it within me, “Hold my hand. We are moving.”

Walking towards the pool, I never realised I was walking towards my freedom. My moksh.

I dipped. It was dark. I could feel my heartbeat getting slow. I felt numb.

And I slept calmly, away from the murky and shallow world full of souls, dying.

Man and woman

2008-06-03T21:28:00.001-07:00

Entwined as one,
Is man and woman.

Exploring the realms,
Of each others qualms.

Entering a world,
Where love only tread.

Releasing a life,
In mirth and grief.

Intertwined as one,
Is man and woman.

Some Unexplainable Relationships

2008-06-03T21:26:00.000-07:00

Some are meant to be talked about,

Some are meant to remain in silence.

Some are meant to be cherished,

Some are meant to be unknown.

Some are meant to be gazed,

Some are meant to remain blind.

But what makes this “some” special,

Is coz it’s “unexplainable”.

“Someone special told me once, that relationships that cannot be explained are better left unexplained.” – Leena Elizabeth Uthup

Absurd mind

2008-01-13T23:09:00.000-08:00

My mind is wobbling
And it keeps on juggling
Keeping me away from joy
And making me act like a toy
But I seek my solace
In a place called Horace
My dream land of hope
Where I can stand on a slope
And fall if I wish to
Within a jiffy or two

…to be continued!

My W910

2007-12-12T03:13:00.001-08:00

Shimmers like the red rays,
Slides like a cheese slice,
Shakes like a belly dance.

Yes, my W910,
It really cost many tens!

Meg. Oh, what leg!

2007-03-12T23:17:00.000-07:00

Outwardly a girl with many a style,
Inwardly a girl with not many a smile.
She flaunts her legs,
And loves to go out to gigs.
A wish in her mind,
To have more money in hand.
Also a man to spend her life with,
And live a life of joy and mirth.
I may not know have much to say,
But I love and care her in my own way.

Been pretty long, huh?

2007-01-17T00:30:00.000-08:00

Well i know this is a long gap. But what can i do. I couldn't find time for myself or anything else. Well, you can from now on expect at least one creative work in a month from me. Keep your fingers crossed. May God bless you.

For my Valentine

2006-09-29T23:02:00.000-07:00

If i was a stretch of beach,
I wish you were the sea,
Taking me with you,
Into your open waves.
If i was a shining star,
I wish you were the sky,
So i could shine with you,
Like an everlasting twinkle.
If i was an ebbing river,
I wish you were the ocean,
Making me want to join you,
To the eternal depth.
But i am who i am,
With you i join in trust,
And with you i have my lust,
For you are what i seek,
And you make me complete.

SCREAM

2006-09-18T03:20:00.000-07:00

GET A LIFE PEOPLE. STOP BEING A LAME, LAZY LAMB. SEARCH. FIND. APPLY. GET. THAT'S ALL. THANK YOU. I FEEL MUCH BETTER.

If women didn't exist, all the money in the world would have no meaning.

2006-07-29T07:55:00.000-07:00

Boys will be boys, and so will a lot of middle-aged men.

2006-07-29T07:49:00.000-07:00

Konichiwa (koh-Nee-chee-wah)- Hello

2006-07-11T02:34:00.000-07:00

Hello! Oh, my gosh. I missed my blog a lot and i guess it's been quite some time i had written something in my blog. So i thought it was time i had made an attempt at least. So, what's up people. Missed my works.? Well, i was in Bangalore doing a 2 month project at Nirvana Films, Bangalore( Production House who worked for Hutch, Toyota and many other major clients). I loved working there. It is so damn cool to be at least doing one's project coz you get to meet the most professional people working there. And, hey how can i miss speaking about the two pet dogs at the office- Unni and Coffee. Adorable creatures they are. To say something about life at Bangalore , it was cool, got to see a lot of places and stuff. Planning to look out for a job somewhere in Bangalore, someday.
Well, to say the truth i had missed that contact with myself. Well, getting back into my room here back in Cochin, i feel much better and relaxed. I guess i should find some time to get back to the old self in me. After that u can surely expect some of my works being posted in the blog. Till then, take care and stay healthy.

True Love (Story)

2006-04-12T07:23:00.000-07:00

Am I late? That is the first question that went through my head when I entered the college campus. It was a place that made one feel that you were in an office or something but then one comes to realize that it was a stepping stone to molding one into the world of “all work and no rest”. I really felt aloofness when I entered the place but what made me cheer up was the sheer fact that my dear old friends were there with me. We all were real excited about the new college and the new atmosphere.
The class, well, it was completely air-conditioned and I saw some even more coldly conditioned people sitting in there except for my close buddies. We shared a warm smile and a hug. I felt really relieved about that. That oneness sure makes one think that nothing else matters in the world. But still something did matter – a person, with a special aura about himself, a special look in his eyes. Being a person of enough than more curiosity I felt an urge for getting to know this person.
Well, of course there were the other people whom I noticed and we all got to know each other. Even though I am real bad at remembering names and dates- I remember that “special” person’s name – Mark. The day went on and we all felt pretty acquainted with each other although Mark was a bit more reserved but hey, that was only an outer veil of protection. It got removed within a few days. Mark is one really interesting person to say. He tells jokes out of the blue when one least expects it and the best part is that those jokes were first hand, custom made ones. He always wears that warm smile and cool dude look and soon he really got the girls heart in the class. All the while I was watching this person from a distance trying to unveil the puzzle. That’s when I realized that he had one of the prettiest and beautiful eyes that I had ever seen. I swear I couldn’t take my eyes off those worldly brown eyes................................

Due to some inconvenience i am not able to post the whole story. If you are interested in reading the whole story , you may mail me at leeaquarian@gmail.com. Feel free to again visit my blog and have a nice day.

Rain

2006-04-12T07:18:00.000-07:00

The rain fell.
It fell on me.
Like a rose petal,
Falling on me,
From above,
Where an angel is sitting
And watching me.
Looking at me,
With a smile,
Praying that some day,
I may reach upon the sky
And take the hand,
And walk along,
To a world of hope
And meaning I search.
But all I have,
Are the rain drops,
On my face,
Making me realize,
I am in that world,
Of hope and meaning.
It was only a matter,
Of accepting the truth,
That I am where I belong,
Under the arms ,
Of a protective hand,
Who was sent to me.
The rain cleanses my soul,
Showing me,
My true feelings.
That is the bond
Between me and the rain.

Reflection of Myself

2006-04-10T07:03:00.000-07:00

Standing by the river,
Looking at the water,
I saw myself standing,
In a delusional world.
The fantasy world,
Where i always hoped to be,
With green grass around me,
And the breeze through my hair.
I saw her smiling face,
and her twinkling eyes,
her faint laughter seemed,
like a ripple in the water.
Then i saw her looking back,
Searching for someone around.
Then i saw him,
Walking towards her.
She felt his warmth beside,
When they hugged each other.
All at once it faded,
I couldn't see myself.
And when i turned back,
I saw him beside me.

Thank You

2006-04-08T03:23:00.000-07:00

You held my hands,
When I needed a helping hand.
You helped me walk through,
When I thought I would fall.
You made me smile,
When I was sad.
You taught me the greatest lesson of all,
Trust is what one should have in life,
And you trusted me,
For which I am indebted to you.
For I never thought,
That anyone would trust me.
And I thank you,
For you have given me hope,
In making me believe that,
Life is worth living,
Each second, each moment.
I am speechless for what you have done,
But I am helpless to give you back,
Anything in return.
All I can offer you,
Is a lot of love,
And a lot of trust,
And a helping hand,
Through endless time.

A Dream Come True

2006-04-07T08:54:00.000-07:00

A Dream Come True

As a child,
I used to dream,
About a person,
Who cares for me.
When I grew up
And went around,
Seeking that person,
Hoping to find him.
Then one fine day,
Like a ray of hope,
I met him up
And it made my day.
I felt like a child,
Under the sky,
With open arms
And stars falling on me.
The look in the eyes,
The warmth of the hug,
Was all like I dreamt,
When I was a child.
But the fear of the autumn,
Was always in me,
Whispering to me,
The spring will go.
Even if autumn comes,
My heart will bloom,
Because I have,
The prettiest flower with me.

Many a Times

2006-03-25T04:22:00.000-08:00

Many a times,
I have thought,
Is this right,
Or is this wrong?
Many a times,
I have felt,
The pain inside,
And the joy outside.
Would it be right,
To leave alone?
Or should I take,
What I left behind.
Many a times,
I have needed.
Is it for a moment,
Or for eternity?
Many a times,
I have missed,
Him a lot,
Or was it them?
It takes a lot,
To give a lot,
But who am I,
I am no one.

The Brown and Black

2006-03-17T06:40:00.000-08:00

Eyes, they seem to say,
A million words, a million lies
They seem to look deep within one,
The brown and black.
Seems to lurk one
To believing that,
One need not fear anything.
The eyes, you own it,
Two precious gems,
Placed on a perfect face,
Which seems to say,
Look at me,
And you will see,
The world i see,
Through my these two eyes,
The brown and black.

My Dream

2006-03-16T05:39:00.000-08:00

I am asleep.
I saw the light.
The light was bright
And I saw me,
Standing alone,
On a beach.
The wind was blowing
And calling out
“Come with me,
I’ll take you there.”
I could feel,
The touch of the wind.
How I wished,
The sea would come,
And take me home,
Where I belong.
The light got dim,
And I woke up,
And then I knew,
It was just a dream.

Long time......

2006-03-06T22:07:00.000-08:00

Well, been pretty long right? Sorry for that , got a bit busy working on a movie script. Yeah , i do write scripts, in fact this is my first one as a real one. Me and my buddies are planning to shoot it as soon as possible. The theme is based on a drug addict - sort of like a short film. My first time as a real movie maker. Hope it turns out a success. In fact i am very much indebted to my buddy for giving me such an oppurtunity.( Hey, thanks) So i will let you know more about my progress and do pray that it will be a success. Take care, Sayanora.

Yeah!

2006-02-24T20:02:00.000-08:00

At last! My world, my space. Sounds pretty dominating, does it?Hey, no worries. I am Leena. To tell you something about me, well, lets start with my earthly status. My family consist of my dad,mom, elder brother,sister and then me. How could i miss my dear pets- Pinky ( my dog), Kozhikutty and Karumbi ( 2 chicken). Well, there has been a new entrant recently, Kingini( a cat). Thats about me as a teaser for you. You can hear more from me soon. Wait and watch and hey, have a nice day. Synora.