tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49503145309573609732024-09-12T00:21:25.936+05:30The Mystical ShadeMy Musings - The Ordinary and the "Extra" Ordinary typesSibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-29519971602646369202022-02-07T06:09:00.004+05:302022-02-07T06:09:57.752+05:30To Blossom<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Crisp is the breath when thoughts smile wide,</div><p>Other times, shallow and heavy - as the unknown besets.</p><p>Panting in agony, like the young lost in the woods.</p><p><br /></p><p>Inner travel shows the light, hidden behind a veil of darkness.</p><p>Nothingness it is. Yet, in the emptiness - is all that one seeks.</p><p>Growing beyond the compulsions, blossoming into the oneness.</p>
Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-71118728775654491882018-12-05T05:40:00.000+05:302018-12-05T05:41:13.251+05:30The Misty Veil<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The misty veil blankets the thoughts<br />
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Deep within the voice whispers ,</div>
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"Patience , for life is a ship that turns slow"</div>
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Cruise along , enjoying the waves.</div>
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The tears and the joys are none,</div>
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But just the drops of solace that fall from above.</div>
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The changing sun and snow are but reminders</div>
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Of your nature's essence to seek the within.</div>
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The islands of lost thoughts are but bridges of hope.</div>
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To fall , only to stand tall.</div>
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To fear , only to charge .</div>
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A smile that curves below wet eyes.</div>
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Ah! Life and it's mysterious ways.</div>
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The more one walks , the more one discovers!</div>
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Oh , but what a fool I am to think I know -</div>
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Just because I know to think! </div>
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Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-42960483120252816902018-05-04T03:22:00.002+05:302018-05-09T02:01:16.335+05:30The Ride<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A hundred faces and a million thoughts,<br />
An early morning ride of sights unknown.<br />
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As the golden threads seam through the window,<br />
the dew drops join in for a scintillating sight.<br />
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The slow-moving scenes, the principle of nature.<br />
Little by little , yet one swift journey.<br />
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Immersed in the splendor , the eyes look within<br />
There it is , the essence awaiting to be found.<br />
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A little peek beyond the wall is all for now.<br />
Yet, the moment is dipped in glorious ecstasy.<br />
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The being leaps in a dervish whirl,<br />
At the center , slow n pensive - the veil uncovers.<br />
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Amidst a million thoughts,<br />
A moment - to merge in the expanse of the clear sky.</div>
Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-59524013300876809172016-05-31T08:01:00.001+05:302016-05-31T08:01:45.265+05:30Colours!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Red is blood - a fearful thud.<br />
But also, lovely as the fragrant rosebud.<br />
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Blue is the mighty sky -the birds flew high.<br />
But also , the dismal mood of the souls that cry.<br />
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Green is food -the aromatic savouring stewed.<br />
But also, the envy that strangles the mind askew.<br />
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Yellow is the dahlia- the love that lasts forever.<br />
But also , the fear that holds back from brave endeavours.<br />
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Colours are such- they mean much.<br />
Yet , they are alive and dead - with the lights's touch.</div>
Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-65220342285299657542016-03-02T13:05:00.001+05:302016-03-15T06:48:40.205+05:30You! <p dir="ltr">Every breath colours the world. <br>
Very gaze,  words untold. <br>
With touch,  mind knows liberation, <br>
Each moment, life,  a celebration. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Let's walk, hand-in-hand, <br>
Not caring the terrains below. <br>
Not caring the rains and floods, <br>
Let's walk, our spirits for each other. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Smiling through this journey, <br>
Like children in a wonderland, <br>
Let's be the one to amuse and be amused! <br>
Let's be the host and also the party. </p>
<p dir="ltr">A life's gratitude for reminding the songs long forgotten. <br>
For waking me up, when the slumber is long. <br>
For simply being there, the presence of love. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Being each other's light, through the known and unknown, <br>
Let's walk, hand-in-hand, this moment and <u>for</u> eternity! </p>
Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-79963017940073955982015-05-02T21:52:00.001+05:302015-05-02T21:53:18.313+05:30Duality<p dir="ltr">Two lives we live, <br>
One that we wish, <br>
Other in which we rush. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We asked for one, we got two, yet we have none. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Two thoughts we have, <br>
One with the love, <br>
Other in which we lust. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We asked for one, we got two, yet we have none. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Two children we have, <br>
One who are us, <br>
Other whom the world laughs at. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We asked for one, we got two, yet we have none. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Two wealth we have, <br>
One which helps, <br>
Other with which we kill, </p>
<p dir="ltr">We asked for one, we got two, yet we have none. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Two souls we have, <br>
One which lives,<br>
Other which we sell. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We asked for one, we got two, yet we have none. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Two deaths we have, <br>
One with smile, <br>
Other that tears apart. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We never ask for it, yet the only thing we have. <br></p>
Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-15669850319500501372014-06-18T21:30:00.003+05:302014-06-18T21:30:53.959+05:30The Fright<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I want to write a poem ,but the words must rhyme.<br />
Not once , not twice but every time!<br />
The twinkling stars or the glittery skies,<br />
Else shall I write about the human lies?<br />
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A gripping thought blooms in my head,<br />
Yes, I have found what my words shall spread!<br />
Reading it,the strings in their heart shall wrench,<br />
their life shall change , their thirst shall quench!<br />
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My first word is born, we hear its baby-cry,<br />
Only me and my little friend , the caring house-fly.<br />
He looks at me , terrified as I write,<br />
"What is it,my friend, why this sudden fright?"<br />
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He flew in frenzy, as I looked on in concern,<br />
landing on the poem, looking stern.<br />
Then it hit me and my eyes grew wide.<br />
As I read, I almost cried.<br />
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I had poured my heart out, yet this is what I see.<br />
my heart beats quickly,My mind fills with an unheard plea. <br />
The poem had all, little words, great thoughts and was very well-timed.<br />
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But I know not how, for not a single word rhymed! <br />
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Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-66321177594908917402013-07-29T18:59:00.005+05:302013-07-29T19:12:38.319+05:30The End!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The fire danced to the tunes of hate;<br />
rustic winds smelt of blood.<br />
Venom in the water tasted sweet,<br />
while the smiling death ruled the Earth.<br />
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Torn away by narrow thoughts,<br />
the dim lit sky wept till dawn.<br />
A little boy clutched his mom,<br />
he was hungry, she was dying!<br />
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High above, some sat on golden stools.<br />
The ones below, stole the stray dog's food.<br />
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Invisible wounds that caused the pain.<br />
Invincible souls that never seemed to care.<br />
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A land where the sun never rises,<br />
where rains burnt the skin of the helpless.<br />
Every breath was closer to the end,<br />
A land where 'Love' was long forgotten.<br />
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When all that is left is money,<br />
and metal that cannot feed.<br />
No food and no life --<br />
only dusts of greedy pricks.<br />
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That is how the world will end,<br />
for these puny little creatures,<br />
on this pale blue dot! <br />
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Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-16820204399928209382013-06-13T18:22:00.001+05:302013-06-13T18:39:38.576+05:30A Random Fountain!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When the first word was born,<br />
when the first thought was sewn,<br />
when my fingers trembled to write, <br />
I knew not, it would ever see the light. <br />
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The jotted lines blossomed into words.<br />
Its fragrance spread - a trance filled state.<br />
But,this unlikely trance shook them up,<br />
every soul who breathed the scent.<br />
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Their eyes lit up , as darkness gave way.<br />
They tasted from the fountain of knowledge,<br />
one that all had seen ,but never known.<br />
And as knowledge came,lingered, wisdom.<br />
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Some words are wise, some otherwise.<br />
But certain I am of one-<br />
Every word is a memory in a shell,<br />
of fear, of love , of a life that has seen the sun set and rise.<br />
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Word is mightier than a sword,<br />
I have heard them say.<br />
Yet they go to war -for land and for riches,<br />
not wanting to talk, only the sword!<br />
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"A poem begins in a delight and ends in wisdom" <br />
said Robert Frost, drinking from his fountain.<br />
As I read through the random words I wrote,<br />
I see my delight , but where is the wisdom? <br />
It's not a poem, I'm sure,...or is it?<br />
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Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-27125555657531448782013-02-14T02:07:00.000+05:302013-02-14T02:07:05.997+05:30Valentine<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You were just a name,<br />
to utter and then never to remember.<br />
You were just a voice,<br />
among the million chirps I had heard.<br />
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But then, your eyes wove their magic,<br />
a sparkling spell ,a twinkling star!<br />
I flew high,bright as sun.<br />
I knew not why .Was it love?<br />
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The brittle smile ,the curly hairs,<br />
the gentle touch and the curvy lips,<br />
Oh! I wish no angels see you now,<br />
For they would be mortified- their pride would die!<br />
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You walked past me, in a bright red tee.<br />
I stood gazing at you, filled with a song I knew not which.<br />
You did not see me, but I saw only you.<br />
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And then when my heart whispered your name,<br />
you turned to meet my eyes,<br />
Your lips broadened to a smile and I knew, <br />
you are -My valentine,my life!<br />
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Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-61912105326642149452012-07-20T21:16:00.000+05:302012-07-20T21:21:04.077+05:30The Moon Lit Night!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The moon lit night stopped by,<br />
to listen to my words..<br />
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Not a song,no rhythm.<br />
Not a poem,no rhyme.<br />
Not a fairytale,no magic.<br />
Just me and my soul.<br />
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Yet, she stood,in silence,<br />
with all her love and care.<br />
I,then, poured my heart out.<br />
Love,anger,smile and hate.<br />
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-All that lived within<br />
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The night just smiled and I knew,she knew.<br />
A friendship grew,with the one ,who just listened.<br />
no judgements,no consolations and no advises.<br />
All seemed well,a sparkle in the eye.<br />
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But then,she had to go..<br />
Parting ways,but,the smile had just bloomed.<br />
The tender darkness was such a bliss.<br />
The time passed and the day had to take her place.<br />
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I felt sad,I would miss my friend.<br />
And then I smiled,I knew she would come back soon.<br />
She would come to listen to me.<br />
She would come,for she loved my voice!</div>Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-45222493540093854792012-06-22T21:07:00.000+05:302013-09-17T19:32:47.110+05:30My Life and The Rain!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The diamond chest in the sky ,burst aloud.<br />
Pouring down to the green-grey land, below!!<br />
I look above and the dark clouds laugh.<br />
A wit , for it is amidst the light and roar.<br />
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The drops of bliss drenched my soul.<br />
Filled with love, I felt immortal.<br />
The thunder had a melody and the lightening , an art.<br />
I stood still, admiring the beauty - the nature's play.<br />
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The wind caressed me with a motherly care.<br />
Tender and soft ,my heart leapt like a child's.<br />
Every passing moment added joy,<br />
I felt alive ,after years of survival.<br />
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The last drop cleansed my lonely thoughts.<br />
Bright light shone and I knew my path.<br />
I walk away with an experience,a new me.<br />
A miraculous teacher-- My life and the Rain!!<br />
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Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-47846373605961875052012-06-22T21:04:00.003+05:302012-06-22T21:13:19.025+05:30The Days Lived !!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm seated on a cushioned chair that offers luxury and treats me like a king .The temperature of the air has been conditioned enough to pamper me. And as I write this now, I know, there is a possibility of the whole word reading this in a matter of minutes. The technology today, can make that possible.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm pampered, I'm comfortable and the whole world is out in front of me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Then why is it that at times we feel there is something missing .A 'void'. I had read somewhere - "We are all electronically connected,yet we feel lonely" . We live in the 21st century!! The century of innovations,the century of prosperity,the century of speed,the century of new thought and the century of 'what not'!! Name it and you'll have it or at least you'll find a way to have it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The technology has certainly helped, if it had not , I would be writing this down on a piece of paper instead,which I don't think is a bad idea either. When life gets hard and the challenges harder, mind drifts back to those days when facing challenges was fun and challenges were challenged. Those memories is where I seek solace--The memories of the days well lived in a college!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Its not just me ,I know.Everyone of you who have been fortunate enough to go to college ,would treasure those days.i don't mean to say that life after college is hell,of course not, Its fun too!! but, that is when you feel the 'void' I was earlier talking about.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So what about the college? The classrooms?The lecturers?The friends?The assignments?The canteen? The library?The labs?The fest? The class trips? The punishments? The last benches?The blank Notebooks?The many- first time crushes? The one lunch box and a million hands to share? The one by three lemon juice?The staying back after college hours? The exams?Getting the notes photocopied one week before the exams?Studying the night before the exams?The failing in a paper?The smile,cos ur friend also failed?The classes bunked?The shortage of attendance?The writing of record during class hours?The fights fought?The mistakes forgiven?The group hugs?The birthday treats?The 'he has cash,so treat!'Treats? The 'he passed in one subject' treats? The 'no special reason' treats?The graduation day?The photo session?The weird poses?The tears shed?The 'we achieved the world' pride?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well..its everything. There is a beautiful memory captured in each of these.The days not just spent, but lived!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">With this reminiscence I live, remembering what our lecturer once said, <strong>"Come what may,lets face it!!" </strong></span></div>
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This is dedicated to Baby Afreen..The 3 month Old who was recently tortured and killed by her own father..<br />
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This is <b>her</b> version..May her soul Rest In Peace!!<br />
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The bright light shone and I was scared..<br />
My heart beat fast , it was a strange new place.<br />
And then in her hands, I felt at peace..<br />
She was smiling, eyes filled with love,looking at me - My mother!! <br />
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I'm "born",I heard them say..<br />
"No, I already was..Just came out!!" , I wanted to say...<br />
Another man came smiling ..he touched with care.<br />
I knew it..it was him..My first hero- My Father!!<br />
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I'm a "Girl" , I heard them say..<br />
My mom still smiled, but my dad's vanished.<br />
he looked unhappy, took his hands from me and walked away..<br />
What was it?? Was it my fault?? I did not know!!<br />
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My dad's once caring hands, now hurt me..<br />
he beat me and threw me to the ground..<br />
I cried and pleaded , but dad, you did not hear..<br />
But, why?? Was it my fault?? I did not know!!<br />
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I'm not able to breathe and my body aches..<br />
My mom is in tears and my world is turning dark..<br />
You don't want me because I'm a girl..<br />
Is it that bad ,dad, to be a 'girl'??<br />
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I'm "dying", I heard them say..<br />
"Let me go.." , I wanted to say..<br />
There are pipes in my nose and mouth..<br />
A lot of people around me,all seemed to care, but him...<br />
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I wish I could go back to my mom..<br />
Into her from where I came..<br />
It was dark..but I was safe,loved and cared...<br />
I wish I was not "born"..I wish I had not come...<br />
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I love you,mom, I always will!!<br />
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I wish , dad , you hear me now..<br />
I came to stay,but you are sending me away!! <br />
I would have made you proud , dad!!<br />
And I love you...<br />
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Because you , are my only <b>hero</b>...<br />
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</div>Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-74231956335606197562012-02-20T21:01:00.001+05:302012-02-20T21:02:22.956+05:30You and Me!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: left;">The lonely thoughts wove a new tale.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Splendid colors- red ,blue and gold.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The only sound was of joy and laughter.</div><div style="text-align: left;">A beautiful day, bright and bold!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The green trees played with the wind,</div><div style="text-align: left;">A childish innocence ,a never ending bond.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> I smiled ,as joy filled me.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Like the dip in the pure ,cold pond.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">And then,my eyes met yours.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The most beautiful .Even the nature would envy.</div><div style="text-align: left;">My heart thrilled and I knew it was love.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The world stood still .I could see only you.</div><div style="text-align: left;">You smelt of oriental lilies.Every breath added my life.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">As I stand gazing at you,</div><div style="text-align: left;">I knew, my world was you.</div><div style="text-align: left;">But then ,the dark clouds appeared.</div><div style="text-align: left;">A mighty thunder storm, the trees flew..</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I missed your sight and feared the worst .</div><div style="text-align: left;">Moments passed .Yes,I'm still alive.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The grey sky and the thunder cries,</div><div style="text-align: left;">My vision blurred ,yet,I knew you would survive.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">My eyes opened to a bright new day.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The golden rays and the lovely chirps.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I sat up straight and realized the truth.</div><div style="text-align: left;">It was all a dream - The magical journey into ones thoughts.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">It was all over , I thought.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Just a dream and nothing more.</div><div style="text-align: left;">But then ,I smiled, it certainly was not the end.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I smelt it--The Oriental lilies!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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--Sibinath</div></div>Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-12615602158867063482011-07-28T10:27:00.000+05:302011-07-28T10:27:53.142+05:30My love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_f39h60="125">I feel alive ,the moment I see you.</div>The wind caresses me with love,like never before.<br />
<div closure_uid_f39h60="133">My heart -a fountain of joy,</div>My soul - in a never ending bliss.<br />
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A touch seems too far,though you are so near..<br />
Only if i could talk to you,I wish.<br />
Those beautiful days..when I could talk,touch and live..<br />
In that nostalgia,I drench,every hour,day and night.<br />
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I see the tears roll down your lovely cheeks.<br />
"Don't worry my dear,for I'm yours for ever".<br />
You cannot hear me now,I know.<br />
<div closure_uid_f39h60="123">Yet , I will talk ,see and love you..</div>From this graveyard,where I now belong.</div>Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-35608186579743773812011-06-08T20:35:00.000+05:302011-06-08T20:35:31.016+05:30A Strange feeling !!I would have never had the thought of writing this post if the last 3 months had not happened to me!! As I'm writing this, I feel strange or should I say strangely weird..Cos I'm in a city I know I don't belong to N yet am forced to believe that for the last 3 months and another 2-3 months that this is my land. Hmmm.. Now it wouldn't be fair on my part to be all negative about the place..May be its just the cultural difference that I have to sense.<br />
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First the Positives:<br />
*)Brilliant infrastructure that is way better than many places I have visited.<br />
*)People -who are born foodies and born sweet.<br />
*)Food - Their native Thali contains dishes more than books on Flipkart!!<br />
*)Transport - I thought I had to get my ears checked when the auto driver said it cost Rs 3/- for a 3Km drive..<br />
*) Movies - There are about 3-4 movie theatres on a single stretch of the road..how more easier can it get!! <br />
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And Now for the Negatives :<br />
*) The city has brilliant infrastructure..but not a single PUB..Forget PUB, not even parties( I don think even birthday parties happen here!!).<br />
*)The people are sweet and thats cos they add sugar to anything eatable..Acceptable to an extent,but sugar in chilly chutney!! Unforgivable!!<br />
*)Thali has a lot of dishes..but only a few restaurants in the city serve them..that means an hour's journey for that!! N wondering what the other restaurants serve?? Chinese(they say so..) and South Indian(Makes me pull my tongue out)!!Else its Roti n Roti N more Rotis...<br />
*) Transport- Since everyone here are either into textile or diamond business,money flows faster than water and so everyone owns atleast 2 cars(N god knows how many 2 wheelers!!). Which implies ..there are no public transport and you are at the mercy of auto rickshaw. Hold the thought..You are probably wondering why not an auto if they charge only Rs3/-..Well,they charge you that if you are on his route and within the 3 Km range ..anything apart from this, a hole in your pocket is for sure..<br />
*)Movies : There are a lot of theatres like I said..but not a single one that show english movies(forget the other regionals..).Worst,they show dubbed english movies in HINDI..like we have always loved watching that chinese guy speaking in Hindi!!<br />
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But these experiences have had a very positive effect on me..For I now know the beauty of Namma Bengaluru like never before and I can't wait to get there!! ;)Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-32711742651224394642011-05-01T10:17:00.002+05:302011-05-01T12:24:34.385+05:30The voice of silenceThere was a need for silence ..a silence within.<br />
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There still is.In a world were chaos is the status of anyone who can still breath,there is always a need for the innervoice.<br />
The voice that suggests the right decision,the one that knows to express only love,the one that is happy for the smallest of things,the one that loves the rain,the one that feels compassion ,the one that wants to help ,the one which sings the tune of love and dance to the rythm of life.<br />
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This voice can be heard only in silence.It can be acheived only through silence.It is the voice of the man on the cross,the voice of the holy texts,the voice of birth ,the voice of life and the voice of death.<br />
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Yet,we pretend to be deaf. But,may be,that is how it is supposed to be.Not everyone loves to explore,not everyone loves adventure.They decide to survive ,while a few others decide to LIVE .Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-58301164557046744432010-09-21T20:44:00.000+05:302010-09-21T20:44:06.160+05:30The death of the alarm clocks!!It all happened about 5-10 years ago...<br />
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Once upon a time(well..consider that to be 5 -10 yrs ago..:P)there was the alarm clock that topped the list of the most essential things required in a house..He was the virtual rooster to every men n women..They liked him a lot n so did they not forget to key him or replace his energy cells..He was a loyal pet to his masters n did his job without complaining..All was well..Even the alarm clock knew that things could not be better ..He smiled for he knew he without him nothing would be organised...He was very proud n just when he thought he had conquered the world, he smelled something fishy..he slowly realized that his masters no more loved him like before..As the days passed,he was ignored more..He felt betrayed..He wondered why his masters behaved that way..He was sure the mistake was not his..After asking himself the question a million times,he finally found the answer..what he saw was shocking..his masters ignored him for they had found a new device that could do his task of waking them up N also plenty of other tasks..He heard his masters name the new device "mobile phone"..But all he could hear was his silence n betrayal!!<br />
Days passed n things worsened..He was completely ignored n later even moved to a confined space of a showcase..He turned weak n helpless..He lost his energy completely ..One evening at 6:05 his hands refused to move N for the one last time he saw the mobile phone smile at him..He could not smile back..<br />
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---->SIBI :)Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-70013406862649525252010-06-19T15:36:00.000+05:302010-06-19T15:36:04.279+05:30Falling LeavesThe falling leaves tell a new tale..<br />
The story of a bright new day...<br />
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As it falls,it smiles with love..<br />
To laugh or cry is its choice,not chance...<br />
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All will fall one day or night..<br />
Lets LIVE life ,not mere survive...<br />
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For i can love and smile when i fall...Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-70968826068705492772010-06-19T15:31:00.000+05:302010-06-19T15:31:09.447+05:30The DewLike the dew drop on a sunny morning,<br />
You vanished in a minute or two...<br />
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I stand like a lonely soul,<br />
For once my world was you...<br />
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The glorious evening today,<br />
Bidding bye to the day and me...<br />
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I stand waiting for your return..<br />
The time laughs,a mocking voice...<br />
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My mind wonders..<br />
If this wait is eternal...Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-51346573210387918932010-02-05T20:28:00.000+05:302010-02-05T20:28:10.170+05:30If Only..If only days were moments,<br />
not just hours,minutes and seconds.<br />
If only life is an experience,<br />
not just breath,blood and bones.<br />
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If only love is life,<br />
not just hugs,kisses and laughs.<br />
If only a journey is a lesson,<br />
not just walks,entries and exits.<br />
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If only a promise is a treasure,<br />
not just words,voices and smiles.<br />
If only a book is a soul,<br />
not just covers,prints and papers.<br />
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If only a touch is love,<br />
not just hair,lips and eyes.<br />
If only your presence is felt,<br />
not just birth,blank and death.Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-43651860116426516542010-01-15T21:57:00.001+05:302011-06-08T19:53:38.844+05:30DreamsI woke up to a strange dream today.i couldn't quite remember what the dream was , but i know that it certainly was very disturbing.The bright sky wiped most of the disturbances and worries from my mind.The day went really fine.If you are wondering why I'm saying all this here, then,let me stop blabbering and get to the point.<br />
As i told you ,the dream was disturbing and so I searched online for a book called 'Interpretation of dreams' by Sigmund Freud. I had heard that the book is one of the best on the topic.As I was searching for the book,i pondered upon a website on the topic.After exploring the site, I'm surprised at the dimensions and depth of our dreams.I realized that dreams are not just mere images and sounds but symbolic solution to our life,produced by our unconsious mind.<br />
I bow down as I realize how much little we have gained from the ocean of knowledge..<br />
And so I agree that all of us are students until he pulls his last breath..Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-69227171447199851672010-01-14T20:06:00.003+05:302022-02-07T05:01:22.984+05:30Pacing AheadIts a very special feeling to plunge into the memories of the time that glided by.Even though the days were filled with hurdles and joy equally,its a soul elevating experience to run through them.The experiences gained,the tears,the smiles,the faces n the talks , all flashes in a moment.<br />
I think this is why life so miraculous.we might not now understand the beauty of the experiences we have,however harsh they may be,but after a few years..These days will add to the treasure chest of our lives.<br />
The only way to experience life is to live it!!Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950314530957360973.post-9152312654373858392010-01-13T21:19:00.000+05:302010-01-13T21:19:42.768+05:30JourneyThe lovely day shines at heart<br />
Merry and joy caresses like wind.<br />
All smile-The twinkling stars might envy.<br />
Yet,there is something missing.<br />
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Marching ahead,the life goes by.<br />
Looking back,the tears roll down.<br />
Thanking all,for memories to treasure.<br />
Yet.there is something missing.<br />
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The dark night lightens my soul.<br />
Dreams visit like nesting birds.<br />
Peace dwells-I close my eyes.<br />
Yet there is something missing.<br />
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I stand at a gate with a confused gaze.<br />
Feeling fresh,my mind settles.<br />
Wondering where-I raise my voice.<br />
Suddenly,i realize,i'm a child again.<br />
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I heard a voice,calmer i felt.<br />
The secret revealed-I felt strong.<br />
Never forget one should,to always have a child within.<br />
Smiling,i knew,nothing do i miss.<br />
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Walking up to a bright sky.<br />
A new day,a new surprise.<br />
Marching ahead-Living the moment.<br />
Remembering-the child within me.Sibinathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563859573922904680noreply@blogger.com0