A Few Simple Lines

a wish for a friend in search of ´true´...

2010-07-19T14:13:00.000-07:00

watch with greater intent
and read them more
those unsaid, unheard words
go search beneath every
branch every page
that wisdom, that lies
confounded with tangles of confusion.

For the sad one

2010-06-12T02:06:00.000-07:00

A cold stale coffee
on a cold dark night
is the perfect cocktail
for the sad one.

A starless blue sky
on a winters night
is the perfect landscape
for the sad one.

A book of blank pages
in a dim lit room
is the perfect read
for the sad one.

The sad one, just is
stuck at the narrow end
of a tube to nowhere.
Blind of thought and
deaf of laughter.....
Unless, snap goes the
fingers of a magician.

A stupid's song

2010-03-27T01:15:00.000-07:00

Let me just close my eyes
wander by, views of joy.
tumble in a pool of laughter
splash a smile, wave a hi!
hug a new friend, say hello
say goodbye & goodnight
take a ride on the bike
take a fall, on the beach.

just need to feel the air
take a look at the watch
like its a brand new time
pour a glass of lemonade
say my bye's and take a trip

watch a girl walk the street
catch a glint! its just ;-)
you dont need to read this
sing this or rhyme this
cos its just a stupid's song...

When we sit by our Windows

2010-01-25T05:19:00.000-08:00

Sitting on a chair across the window
throwing a glance over the field of
bricks and bars; the jungle rumble
echoing through in caucus tumble,
leaves you troubled and bubbled.

To leave this troubled life's stance
you have a million reasons, but
reasonless, why a path you cant figure.
You have trodden down few paths
that led to illusions of heaven,
only to splash eventually in
the wake, drifting between dream
and reality; spate with confusion.

"How do I move on, should I
walk, run or just pray; give me a
call, a sign, a map, an omen", you cry.
Just so you could climb out of here.
"Veer right or bend left, leave me a hint."
Punish us not for failing the maze that
our past generations created. Its
not a pretence, but caused of destitution.

Now, a reason and meaning you scour
pillaging your thoughts for even a reason
might just bestow power enough to
move on until, that day when all
would seem green, and you can
breathe free again, by your window.

Incomplete Memory

2010-01-08T10:17:00.001-08:00

oh! i remember how we met
how you stood waiting
in front of the church
and how i drew crazy
through the traffic to
reach before you moved on
oh i remember how we met again
you had a swatch to repair
and i, a heart that needed care
And we walked like strangers
so as to not draw attention
from our hometown rangers
ah! what a memory!
it delights the moment
every time i think about it
its a memory of no regret
something i cant forget

(i dont know if this poem is complete, or has more to be written? hence, leaving it the way it is without punctuations, full stops or a proper title...)

In the wake of a flood called ´LOVE´

2009-12-26T23:37:00.000-08:00

I was content in my world
happy for people around me
happy for my family
happy in the world around
however bad shape it were in
I was all I ever wanted
never felt the loneliness in
the time spent at night
either in bed or on the road
or on the ledge of a seat.
It was all life was, a simple
cast of simple equations
in no conflict with each other.
Until that moment when that
midget- known infamously as
love, the infliction of the heart;
trod down my path, splat on
me its colours & washed me away!
Ah! all that colour was really heady
but its true bloodiness only showed
when it drowned itself out on me.
Oh, the rock, the island I was
could no more float on my own.
Still awash in a wave of time
flowing in from the past, leaves
me devastated in its wake.
Life as it were, may be never
possible again, the flood of love
has drained me of my blood of life
I wait for the flood again, now
hoping for it to restore what it washed
away, by silting back what it took away.
the lines are getting thicker as I wane away
just in hope, hopefully not in vain...
all I am doing now, is faking it
and with eyes on the horizon
all I have is a prayer for those around me!
Cos, I just want to get back what I lost once!

A thing about happiness

2009-12-22T18:14:00.000-08:00

merry many people i saw on these roads
laughing talking just having fun...
is it the time of year, i ponder
or is it that i never saw.
If it be the former, why
do we look for a reason to be gay
why do we need a reason to be happy
why aren´t we happy just to be happy
and why does it the take the name
of a cause to allow ourselves to be happy
why do we search for a cause?
we all have happiness just in measures
but it is all worth the wait and the search
cos its experienced the best in its frailty.

Mind with out fear (Gitanjali) - My favorite prayer

2009-12-22T18:12:00.000-08:00

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up
into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason
has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action---
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

Curious Case of Many Men

2009-12-03T09:02:00.000-08:00

Oh! I read a lot of old magazineś. And sometimes even small scraps of newspaper that might be leafing around. In this habit of mine, I encountered a 1970 copy of LIFE, well thats 17 years before my birth. LIFE magazine back issues are always interesting to me due to the very different approach to advertisements back in those days. All ads in those days were very descriptive, explaining to the world, why it is, and how it is, in a very concisely descriptive fashion. This issue that I happened to read was dated 12JUN1970 and at that time cost 50c. Well, now this article, made me think and then re-think as to why this would be a ¨Curious case of many men¨.

Well, even now that I am writing down about it, I am intrigued by the minds of these brave men. The title of the article went like ¨Beginning again in the middle¨. Obviously referring to the mid-life decisions that have been made by these men. The curious case that I am referring to in here is that all these men shifted from the normally coveted lives that they led to a life of survival on not so socially respected or coveted jobs. Doctor's,engineers, architects turning into delivery men, Alaskan guard & wall painters.

I am leaving the link to the book here, its on page 50. Have been trying to complete the write in here but haven´t been able to. Thanks to all the writing I do at work.

Life-June 12 1970.

El Condor Pasa

2009-11-06T19:47:00.000-08:00

I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail.
Yes I would.
If I could,
I surely would.
I'd rather be a hammer than a nail.
Yes I would.
If I only could,
I surely would.

Away, I'd rather sail away
Like a swan that's here and gone
A man gets tied up to the ground
It gives the world
Its saddest sound,
Its saddest sound.
I'd rather be a forest than a street.
Yes I would.
If I could,
I surely would.
I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet,
Yes I would.
If I only could,
I surely would.

Lyrics by Simon, from the Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel duo. The tune of the song is a famous Peruvian tune from the 1920's or 30's. Paul Simon listened to a group perform this tune at Paris, and set out rewriting new lyrics in english. The original lyrics of the tune was folk, Peruvian.

ആ നിമിഷം

2009-10-02T12:18:00.000-07:00

മരുഭൂമിയായ്‌ മാറിയ എന്‍ മനസിന്‍
മഴയായ്‌ പെയ്ത സൌന്ദര്യമെ !
നീ എന്‍ ചാരെയുല്ലപോള്‍
ഓരോ നിമിഷവും വരമായി
നീ എന്നില്‍ നിന്നും അകനപോള്‍
ഓരോ വര്‍ഷവും നിമിഷമായിമാറി
ആ നിമിഷം ഞാന്‍ ഓര്‍ത്തു
നീ എന്റെ അടുത്തുണ്ടായിരുന്നെങ്കില്‍
നീ എന്റെ അടുത്തുണ്ടായിരുന്നെങ്കില്‍ !

Contributed by Sanal & Nimil.

(These guys were incredible! @just simply putting across emotions, this was made in around 5 minutes, while we were waiting outside the Vice-Chancellors office at the University. They asked me to put it up. So here it is.)

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Ahead of Time

2009-10-02T06:18:00.000-07:00

It feels like I'm in December
now that we're in October
how is it that i landed there
was it Saturn or Proton
Lame it may sound
Tame my mind is not
and pain is what I reap
When I lie ahead in time.

Away from the sun

2009-08-30T02:22:00.000-07:00

Oh!night did i see yesterday.
have, a fresh face did she?
lovely as a wave breaking
below the rocks onto your feet
her surprises, spring reflexes
in your every sense; love
does she me, like her I do
Ought not you to understand
what we feel between us...

Or even do we know of what we feel
just the pleasure of each others company
or the pleasure of just being
Happy in each other's embrace
even though we are, "Away from the sun".

Her Forgiveness

2009-07-15T08:48:00.000-07:00

it unbelievable how long
a girl remembers her throes
remembers them who have hurt her
how long she takes to forgive

He asks her for forgiveness
what he thinks was his cause,
is not hers; she has another
she does not let him know

Dying within himself
he begs to know, but all she knows
of is revenge, with the sharp
edge in the heart; deep.

She Herself...

2009-07-13T02:12:00.000-07:00

she is a lying scoundrel
twisted like a pair
she and her lovers
make love on the naked streets
right before eyes- your's and mine
she lies there bending right
right across the left cross
she is a selfish prude
wound by indecent temptations
she- the temptress
scales hieghts of nothing
and pits of emptiness
derides every off-roader
of his truth; she wrench.
she lives amongst us, in us... we are her!

Dreams of Midnight

2009-06-28T02:38:00.000-07:00

waken by shaky dreams
of fluttering horizons
struggling against the light
seeping in from the dark
pain emotes his face
wavered by the gusts
shaken by the tremors
stirred by the cyclones
he treads his path of hope
fire trails his heels
ire wrecks his mind
gravity on his chest
leaning forward into the ice
blazing his path; striving for glory...

കാത്തിരിപ്പിന്റെ ചോദ്യം

2009-06-14T17:22:00.001-07:00

My first attempt at writing in malayalam. Edited the spellings with the help of Ashwathy, and still errors exist, as I am not proficient at keying in malayalam. Please forgive any blunders in grammar and presentation.

മരണം പോലും ഉത്തരമാവാത്ത നൊമ്പരം
സ്വപ്നങ്ങള്‍ പോലും ആശ്വാസം നല്‍കാത്ത രാവുകള്‍
ഉത്തരങ്ങള്‍ തേടിയുള്ള കാത്തിരിപ്പില്‍ മടുത്ത മനസും!

രാവും പകലും പരനകലുനത്
ഒരു കഴ്ച്ചകാരനായി നോകിനില്കെ
അടുത്ത ചോദ്യത്തിന്റെ കാതിരിപുംയി
ഈ നിമിഷം!

Lets spark it again

2009-06-14T17:04:00.000-07:00

I want to hold you, in my arms
Wrap around you tight
And dance with the rustling leaves
Smell the wind through your hair
touch the raindrops on your face
And watch the sunrise in your eyes
(Let me live my dream my dear)
Let me hold you again this dawn!

A snippet- Rain! let me hide a tear...

2009-06-14T17:02:00.000-07:00

Rain... rain... rain...
Why are you not here
I am looking for you here
Cos I want to hide a tear
Cos I want to hide a tear...

Hard to hear

2009-04-10T09:39:00.000-07:00

Life is always talking about you
about where you are
what you are doing
how well you are...

The winds whisper on your future
where you are going to be
when you are going to be
and how you are going to be...

But we are the ignorant
cos we are the ones who've
forgotten to listen to the winds
ignored the waves
and burnt the rustling leaves

Now, its always hard to hear
cos they're scared to speak freely, anymore.

Dreads from the past

2009-03-16T08:29:00.000-07:00

Rattling chains awaken the fears,
that hide under the sun.
a link added with every passing hour...
the chains are heavy and strong
the rattle of the dragging locks
chilling to the spines that have
seen the worst that could be;
life as it seems is not to be
but a vicious tug at these chains...

Moments of solitude, under closed lids
remind you of the darkest nights, they
bring to you dreary dreams of doom...
but you have no choice, you can't stop;
lest, you wish to rot and erode...
away from this curse of chains.
Those dreary links that you earned
from the Dreads of your Past.

Learning to walk

2009-03-15T02:54:00.000-07:00

Stumbling on and on
on rocks, on leaves
on clouds, on lines...

tripping on and on
on water, on wind
on fire, on ire...

Learning to walk all over again
afraid of another fall
an another loss, afraid
of all the things that
are to be lost...

Crawling on fours
inch by inch, hesitant
lazily dragging along
low on faith and hope
with a thought of
hoping to learn to walk again...

Waiting (For the Moment)

2009-02-25T22:24:00.000-08:00

All I know is to wait
Wait!... this is what I do
Wait around a corner
Looking for a friend, to
Walk me down the busy street.

Wait for my love
To know how I feel
Wait for her to know
I am alone and growing cold.
Wait for the moment
When I'd realize, what
I'm supposed to do on earth.

Wait until the day, when
I can see mommy have
A reason to be happy
Because of me!
And all I know is to
wait... wait... wait...
Until that moment shines on me
As a brand new day!

Rain! let me hide a tear...

2009-02-25T22:22:00.000-08:00

Rain... Rain... Rain...
Why are you not here
I am looking for you here
Cos I want to hide a tear
Cos I want to hide a tear....

THEM THOSE

2009-02-25T22:10:00.000-08:00

there are those whom everybody loves to love, and
then there are those who want to love everyone
there are also those whom few people love
and a few among them yearn for love
a commodity they value with their soul...