LOCOMENTE

Love Touched Pinnacle

2013-05-19T00:00:00.002+05:30

Yes! That was the day They had waited long enough Oh! First their eyes met Yes! First their eyes met Then they cuddled each other Now their fingers met Yes! Their fingers met They lay on each other's arms And love flowed within Yes! Love flowed within Suppressed longing gushed outside Love touched pinnacle

Thank you – A 200,000 Times!!!

2013-05-18T00:00:00.000+05:30

A moment of pride is nearing And here I am beaming At the same time, I am wondering How did I manage to do so much of writing! Now you tell me, was it really worth reading? Oh! My crazy mind is meandering To find the appropriate wording That can be used for the thanksgiving But words are too less for thanking I thank you for commenting Always appreciating And at times,

Taken for Granted?

2013-05-17T00:00:00.000+05:30

He was driving towards hometown when he noticed the familiar abandoned land… It has not changed a bit, he thought. A place where they used to meet for chit-chat until darkness evades. How anxiously he used to wait for a soothing touch or a loving hug from her! His first love she was; his best friend… He glanced at her who was sitting beside and wondered where those magical

Egg is Healthy

2013-05-16T00:00:00.001+05:30

Yes. Egg is healthy A chick is waiting for dawn So please break it not!

Bridging hearts!

2013-05-15T00:00:00.001+05:30

Their eyes met And exchanged stories Bridging hearts!

Madness or Love?

2013-05-14T00:00:00.000+05:30

Wait! Was that madness Or Love towards the princess PS: This is a poetry form called Essence Poem. This should have only two lines with six syllables each. And the ending should rhyme

Liked This?

2013-05-13T00:00:00.000+05:30

Wide Tree called Poetry!

2013-05-12T00:00:00.000+05:30

“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.” ― Robert Frost Poetry is always a writer’s delight. It is a medium through which anything can be conveyed. It is short which makes it sweet. The challenge lies in conveying our thought through the constraint of few words. The attraction to poetry is mainly because it rhymes.

No Me; No You

2013-05-11T00:00:00.000+05:30

I see the waves Coming from different sides Travelling so long To cuddle each other Then entwine enticingly And merge together to become one Then I see us Coming from different backgrounds Travelling so long To meet each other Then entwine enticingly And merge together to become one Oh! How similar we and waves are We both travel so far To find our love To embrace

An Intoxicated Night...!

2013-05-10T00:00:00.000+05:30

Whiskey… Brandy… Rum… Gin… Vodka… Beer… Tequila… Red and white wine… She knew the names… Scotch... Mansion House… Johnny Walker… Bacardi… Smirnoff… Antiquity… She knew the brands… She has seen people drinking… Losing control… Dancing… Enjoying solitude… Throwing up… She knew about social-drinking… She has also seen people’s life ruining due to sheer addiction. But she was a

Near Me...

2013-05-09T00:00:00.000+05:30

Really, we can restart Everything will be fine Knowing you I am sure Dear, love is still lingering in air Near me and please L eave me never Ever…! L

Govindarajapuram Theru - 2013

2013-05-08T00:00:00.000+05:30

Govindarajapuram is a village that is parallel to the famous Kalpathy village. Bhoomi sametha Sree Varadaraja Perumal is the deity of the village and every year theru is an event that binds the locale in one knot. Theru at Govindarajapuram…. A place that is close to my heart… This is a glimpse of Bhoomi sametha SreeVaradaraja Perumal Temple Palakkad, Kerala - India Theru at

Perennial Thinkers!

2013-05-07T00:00:00.000+05:30

When boredom hits me, I let my mind wander. I let my mind go as crazy as possible. I hunt for words. And the process makes me wonder what I would have done if I was not a writer. Worst… If I was not LOCOMENTE! Really, whenever I am bored… frustrated or depressed, I write something. Some scribbling may reflect my thought flow at that time. And some may depict what I wish to see in

Feelings!

2013-05-06T00:00:00.001+05:30

Fear and friendship Emotion it is. Emotions these are… Love and lust Intuition and impulsiveness Numbness and naughtiness Guilt and greed Shocked... Surprised... Secretive... Sad and so many more!

A Break?

2013-05-05T13:04:00.001+05:30

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 39; the thirty-ninth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "Break" She was in the middle of work when her mobile started ringing. Her heart skipped a beat when she looked at the caller’s

Still in Love....

2013-05-03T00:00:00.000+05:30

Work had taken her to United Kingdom, far away from her family and India. Weekdays were hectic. On weekends, she would pack her bags for picnics. Most of the times, she would feel out of place. Thanks to her dusky complexion… Black hair and Indian accent! But that day was different. As she walked past a majestic building, an unusual serenity engulfed her. The chinar

It was a kind of Magic

2013-05-02T00:00:00.000+05:30

I was very nervous. I didn’t know if I could handle my role effectively. I felt as if I am too small to take up a responsibility as huge as teaching. I feared if I would stand clueless midst of a sea of kids. What if I could not convincingly make them understand the concepts? What if I turn out be a boring teacher and see children yawn in response. Taking classes for grown up children

May "May" be...

2013-05-01T00:00:00.000+05:30

And I am eagerly waiting for downpour… Let the blazing Sun take rest… Let the drizzles spread warmth and love… Let it take away the frustration… Let it accompany during loneliness… Let it transform into our playmate… Last month was great… Full of haiku… Made lots of friends and learnt a lot. It taught me rather strongly that perceptions differ. There was only a

Salvation of a Saint

2013-04-30T23:14:00.001+05:30

Yoshithaka is seen dead in his house on a weekend. A brilliant CEO he was… A man who was longing for a baby he was… A loving wife he had… Yet he died!!! A murder or a suicide? If it was a murder, who did it? This forms the rest of the story named Salvation of a Saint penned by Keigo Higashino of The Devotion of Suspect X. Detective Kusanagi with his able team containing Utsumi and

Missing my Mommy

2013-04-30T11:15:00.000+05:30

“Hold my hands”, she said I did and walked beside Through zebra crossing I see zebra cross Recalling my childhood days Missing my mommy As a part of Haiku Challenge on Zebra Crossing

She Evolved!

2013-04-29T00:00:00.000+05:30

She knew what she want Although a youngling she was Determined, driven. She listened to heart Yes. Writing was her passion Ah! She tried and tried Ah! She tried and tried But she failed miserably Yet never gave up She observed and wrote Verses... Poems... Stories... All Wow! Thus she evolved! Wow! Thus she evolved! Recognition followed She remained grounded As a

Beads of Tears

2013-04-28T00:00:00.000+05:30

Beads of tears Escaped her eyes Pain was in her heart She didn’t know how to restart She stared at the velvety sky above An unknown fear started to grow A soothing touch is all she wanted But from whom; she felt abandoned That was when heavens tore And cried along to console As the chill liquid touched She smiled as if tickled The liquid then kissed her Embraced her And

Business Sutra

2013-04-27T11:59:00.000+05:30

In India, we are habituated to the process of growing up listening to stories. Panchathanthra and Aesop fables are the ones that children are exposed to at school. But till then, it is always mythological stories. When a lady is pregnant, everybody asks her to read mythological stories. They say that the baby in the womb can hear what is being read and said. They refer to Abhimanyu of

A Lifelong Friend

2013-04-27T00:00:00.000+05:30

Identical twins Others confused. Who is who? But Mom and dad knew Yay! They enjoyed it Together they born and live And a lifelong friend PS: My 550th post... Woohoooo!!! As a part of Haiku Challenge on Xerox

Killer Smile!

2013-04-26T00:00:00.000+05:30

When you go and stand Near humongous waterfall Water sprays on face Water sprays on face And it gives a childish joy Even your heart smiles Even my heart smiles Whenever you near me, love With that killer smile! As a part of Haiku Challenge