Transcripts....

2014-01-25T17:00:00.002+05:30

COLORFUL SHADOWS

As a small child.. we all feared shadows and darkness.. like to say they were all waiting to engulf you into endless fears of whatnot sort of it.... !!!
This is a small poetry from a child who recites it in sweet innocence... a child who sees life beautiful... minus the sciences, reality and facts... plainly loving oneself and speaking the world that it lives in...filled with colors.. filled with joy.. filled with crystal clear heart and purity unstained...

here's how it goes....

Can i mix a few colors in my shadow...!!
it makes me feel sad when i see them dark
Can i splash the joy I'v got,
for i feel my shadow deserves a lot...... :)

Can i run my paintbrush and decorate that...
which will make my shadows look bright and attract,
all the happiness and scorching liveliness I'v bought
from all the natures lap and warmth abstract....

Can I actually, lean across and cheer my shadow up,
so that I see them scarlet in laughter
bursting and adding more meaning to start..
and set them free to cheer the other lot...

Can i share some light that blessed my face
and make my shadows feel its grace.
Can I brush my hair and borrow an affair
to decorate my shadows to add sparkling glare...

Why doesn't this happen I wonder so hard,
that I light my shadow and never let it live apart....
carry it with me so close to my heart
and grace its presence like a beautified art....

My shadow replied with a stoned heart
That it never was meant to live like I thought
for only the enlightened minds can be
unified with the shadow and a physical being....... :)

- kirthi

You And Me

2013-10-29T15:44:00.000+05:30

YOU is the one You see.. and ME is the one the no one can see.... ME is the one who I Am.... When your YOU and my ME.. live in synchronize... this life is but a blessing otherwise... When You love the ME in us... we learn to love and gratify self... for we are made of both what we see and what we are... they may be different but to us... but thrive in one entity alone... it takes you to a land where your conscious meets subconscious side and make every moment of you live life unified.... Be the one w\you are and the one you portray.... :)

Those eyes look like serene ocean to me,
they look like a gloomy sky filled in thee..
they look like a silent voice that speak.
hey look like portraying mysteries of life in thee...

What could thy be, so intricate of love
so woven into the beauties ... and how.,
wondrous and calm... splendid somehow... !!

What maketh you so special and unique to me,
or is it nature to have taken extra care in making thee... ??
need no words or ripples to feel...
cos.. just being you.. makes me feel...
that.. being just you ... is freeing me from my being....

love
kirthi

My Taste For Life

2012-02-19T00:17:00.000+05:30

Sometime more often we push ourselves to meet ends so hard than times...which spoils the actual essence and the meaning of life to have it be by itself....We forget to relax.... and let time unfold by itself... we worry .. we panic... we blame, question,yell, get frustrated...hate ourselves and never bother to take time out or relive our mistakes we'v done.... It's not the trail of events in our lives that make us who we are.. its the decesion we take during and after that event that defines our destiny...
This poem is a sizzler over a mixture of varied emotions... which rather better be brushed off.. for ones owm good... In simple words.. Just Move On.. life is much better than one sees it.... and for a change .. use a better quality of binoculars this time... take a keen look.... for it has always been nice to you....

"I wasn't able to feel the sweet..
nor could i recognize that it tasted wheat.
My taste in life has lost for once
don't know when it happened... in a minute or week..

There's nothing different, there's nothing wrong,
its only a journey a little prolonged...
The wait to see my destined place,
has neither fallen apart nor going any strong.

It's like special something i want
that could perhaps let me flaunt.
A little smile for a little while,
and a satisfaction for me to revive...

I love what's going on
a little slow and a little on...
with all the hurdles and bumps i go on,
for a feeling that nothings gone....

My taste foe life is rich indeed
a little sour and a little sweet.
the freshness i got and all along i fought
to make myself feel a better lot...

My taste for life has never gone...
it's just a bit more than what i want.
took me, seek ends to reach the store...
to correct my past with pepper , salt and spice it a li'l more.

It's that difference i thought would work..
made me think so much- slog like a clerk.
My past never changed nor did i see the heavens great..
this is how i lost to appreciate, soaked my life into silly debates ungreat.....

kirthi

Befriended Innoconce

2011-12-27T18:18:00.002+05:30

The beauty of innocence is so imbibed with the amount of divinity we cherish as a child... Innocence has always purified everything around us.... Yet it is robbed, made to compromise, give up.. or simply laughed or made fun off for being so.... Sometimes we don't realize when we lost all that innocence that shone in our smiles... neither do we think it is important to let it be a part of us anymore... All we care is about things which don't really matter in real... and forsake the essence of being who we are.. seems like we have lost the art of playing with simple useless things....that once brightened our dull eyes...
This poem rejoices on a child.. his innocence.. his simple joy... simple desires..and his start of a journey to the real world.....

"Walking down this lane, two streets away from home
came a world I had been so unknown.
Children played on streets, read under midnight lamp
with their family under a roofless shalom.

Lost in his world was a child smiling alone,
gazing at a toy lying not too from his home.
A glimpse of joy that irked the need
impulsive enough to steal it, for his greed.

Glorious did he feel to touch his innocent dream,
both laughed and clapped with a tap on the toy's back.
This thing had bought his innocence alive
that made him smile and joy en thrive..

Living in the drain with creatures so more,
this toy felt like his dream adored.
In the nick of time did he realize
that his little owned joy was to be bribed...

Bribed with a mere deal that stole his jive,
jolted his happiness in those moon lite eyes.
Darkness beyond and screams grew on
amid-st the owner and the family he belonged.

Standing numb with eyes pinned on his clown toy,
tears rolled by as the pain brimmed on.
With each fresh strike tearing his tender skin apart
to drain the warmth within and flow overt...

His breath felt hard, gasping for his dream
wished , he could hold it back as his cream.
Minutes apart he felt the pain in his heart
to make known, all that he longs can never be owned...
For his destiny but wants him to pay a lot,
sometimes with his innocence and sometimes with dreams alone...."

Kirthi

Screams

2011-12-19T18:25:00.000+05:30

Falling in love is like adding more meaning to your existence,here is a short narrative poetry which talks about why love is so fragile, why it is victimized by suspicion and above all why a woman sows these seeds.... could be, of possessiveness , could be fear of loosing your loved ones or simply could be lack of independence or envy about her mate.... even before she speaks, a woman would 'v thought a million times and lost so much of her liveliness into it... she mostly knows a simple language... behaves complex and expects the world to understand her...blames others.. live confined....many women suffer from silence letting their wroth unspoken or letting them turn into somebody else... her silence encourages and kills.... she thinks in all possible ways,

true and sometimes untrue notes....

if only she could speak her mind .. she'd be free from her own bonding and mend things beautifully in her life....

"There lived a love, a love of two,

who met each day and dwell'ed in fun...

Not more than thoughts and actions,

material matter with sincerity none.

Was that a love they deserved to live

finale themselves in songs and rings.

The bell rang loud with church doors wide,

flocking were people of society high.

They laughed and kissed, to bid the plane

which led them to a land where reality claimed.

Nights went on with days late on

and facts less known came to shone upon.

This insanity though spoke not much...

let suspicion grow and burn her heart.

She still, yet smiled and locked her pain,

to appreciate and admire his growing fame.

She wept all night and pained her days...

to fight herself , to go complain.

She knew nothing of his crook and view,

yet loved him more than words could explain.

Her sore lame eyes so scarlet and red

made him ask about her state unique.

she held her broth and spoke in high,

to scream at him and his criminal side.

She shattered her bits and tore feelings apart,,

to scream aloud and leave him at last.

She did less know, that longer was she sane...

she screamed and screamed to run roads and every lane.

She declared to all , her pain and fall,

her betrayal and cheat, which made this all...

All of it she felt before, stayed with her

but with sanity no more....

It did not matter to people anymore

and lead her screams to grave alone."

-Kirthi

Bitter Thirst

2011-12-08T21:54:00.003+05:30

For ages life has evolved , improved and defined its self to get better and improvise in every phase... in certain cases sexuality has always been a topic to be ended even before it starts.... why hide when history reminds of it.. when nature binds us with it... it is simply a part of us.... here is one such topic which has not been spoken much .. the lives of these men who have volunteered, been there due to circumstances, or simply been in a tradition or a family business as such...this poem is a struggle of few individuals who speak their wroth and anger towards being the protagonists of sex and pleasure ... it's just that... people are choosing these ways to release stress more often than ever....not sparing the youth and innocent kids of these families to be victimized..... that's what's growing bitter.... the pain these people take in protecting their younger generation is whats been expressed from a third person's point of view....

'Travelling down this lane,
I saw these nude men aflame.
Buying the business of skin and shame,
selling were people , their respect n pain...

The red lights on with sparkle beyond,
the stories and lanes of a rich man's game
to fledge their treat on an evil retreat...
and blend these men as a piece to blame.

With bitterness intact, were men with no heart,
who mend their life for a simple gain.
A gain to live, feed other bellies for same
and pin themselves as a proud family's main....

This family aghast, is a collection of mass,
with results of different mean men's game....
which this man's nice, gave it a life,
a reason to live and deviate his mind...

But the least we know, the pain they go
to light their child and keep them away from a lie,
let them to play a good man's show...
to answer their might to an eternal high.

This shame that grows, in those who throw
their little owned body and respect divine.
to continue their show until, their body gets low,
unless no fledged kick and sex derived.

This growth in girth of population on earth
that led to the birth of this inhuman truth.
For its worth your flesh and self respect great,
to unclothe yourself and shelter the betrayed....

This vicious lap goes on, until God's might but wants...
to stop this pain that man give man in vain,
and cease this act , of a worthless fact
of bitterness of one , to quench this thirsty fun...."

Kirthi

Samaadhi ,Science and Spiritualism.... proof bonafide

2011-12-02T17:08:00.000+05:30

Since modernization has swept the world of their scientific backdrops,... the vedic findings and even the minute beliefs have been replaced by words like'Proof' ,'evidence' and etc....
here's an article that,not only says, but gives an evidence of the laws imbibed in the "SCIENCE OF MEDITATION"
There is a phenomenon called the Bose-Einstein Condensate(BEC) in 1924-25. It was proposed by one of our own scientists Satyendra Nath Bose. As you know matter and energy are inter convertible, matter is present in the energy states that are energy dependent. It probably reverts to a sharp attribute-less phenomenon in a de-evolution reverting to just the potential to manifest anything. So the 'human brain' is an aggregate of nearly 100 billion neurons. Thoughts that constantly crowd our minds , is the sum of simultaneous activity of different neurons. Bose proposed to Einstein that matter was cooled to very low temperature to absolute zero, kelvin, 0K or -273.15 degree Celsius, then its entropy should decrease and matter should come down to a 0 state of energy. This in physics is called Bose -Einstein Condensate (BEC). This super cool collection of atoms is called "Super Atom".... as the entire mass behaves as if it were a single atom. It looses all its characteristics of share charge and polarization. If there are any changes in our waking states .. the thought translates into various biological changes mediated by the hormonal apparatus at the pituitary interfering system. These complex interconnections that bind the nervous system ensures that even a small impulse is rapidly spread. Some individuals have innate high entropy ( energy available to do some amount of work, used in thermodynamics) levels,so they find it harder to concentrate. "If there is any chaos in our waking state the thought translates into various Biological changes mediated by the hormonal apparatus at the Pituitary Interlacing System. These complex interconnections bound in the nervous system ensures that even a small impulse spreads rapidly....... "
Some individuals have innate , higher levels of these Pituitary Interlacing Systems .. and find it difficult to concentrate. They have fleeting thoughts , very restless and easily distracted. The Sensory Organs serve as an important pathway to increase the entropy, as they stimulate various neurological circuits adding to the entropy. Therefore "it is very much important to close the eyes in the process of concentration. There is a resultant decrease in the disorders of neurological systems ( distractions)..... When Ones concentration increases the tendency of mind to waver and scatter decreases the entropy of the neurons/ nervous system.... It is referred to as MEDITATION" .
As the entropy of these neurons keep increasing... "a State of Calmness is perceived....As this progresses further more .. the neurons start becoming synchronous ie,. they neither modulate nor amplify an incoming signal. They just resonate in harmony ( persuading the state of super atom)... As this orchestra gets more in sync...( synchronous) .. You experience varying states of bliss and happiness , till that zero entropy ( Absolute zero/ kelvin) is achieved.. where all the 100 billion neurons function in total... called the unified quantum coherence...
THIS CAN BE CALLED AS SPIRITUALITY OR SAMAADHI.... "

This though is my god father's words of wisdom.... on me asking him to justify why ... how and what meditation was....
He no longer walks with me... time and circumstances just let it be... In his memory .. I share to thee.... a little secret of finding peace within we... :) :) :)

-Kirthi kakade...

stillness and why....???

2011-11-27T19:52:00.000+05:30

Many a times there is no evidence to many things that are believed very strongly in our lives, sometimes its just our belief... a misconception...or a beautiful illusion....

This poem draws the helplessness of a person to find themselves... be who they are.... despite the way the world judges them.... more so about the evidences of being good doing good and questioned for being so....

here is how i wanna convey it...

"Soaring my tears in the darkness of woe,

sometimes wished if only i could show..

this world that i'm not alone

nor am i a loser anymore....

I treasure a beautiful self intact

that lives, loves and wants to enact...

feel free, happy and united with all,

dwelling towards the soul of universe befall.

yet my loneliness feels so sure

sweeps away my happiness into no more.

Strolling against those odds and twilight...

to ignite my happiness's lore.

never have i given up, nor

will times claim it from me,

to live the way i want to be...

minus those t ears, fears and queries lying morose in me.

even wondered, if i have lived a strong life

facing all odds like the Joan Of Arch.

not easy to smile at odds so harsh,

beautifying the wounded and put life in them...

just that they don't leave any trace

nor written or remembered in this race....

have to track back those smiles in the air

to get an answer of what's left behind in them....."

- Kirthi Kakade

to tassu...

2011-11-26T17:09:00.000+05:30

I know this my first blog.. and what's better than dedicating it to my friend tassu... i dont know how she is where she is.. whats happening in her life.. absolutely clueless regarding her... when in college... our last day she came up to me and wrote this on a small piece of paper....and that look in her eyes... like she'd never get to be with me.. a departed glance she threw on me....

it just meant and described the person she is and what she wanted to be....

there was no need for me to ask her any question after that...i just read it.. smiled.. and kept it safely for 3 yrs nor now....

this is what tassu had written....

"The stronger the winds of desire, the faster the heart....

y set my wings on fire...

Silently and lonely i stand ... watching dreams blazing on a pyre...

The anguish and pain of my eyes is seen with the flames...

The flames that scream.. of freedom...and peace of my mind and my heart..That i have always longed for....

the flame douses and the flame rouses... as if they play a game with my life of roses..

So there aint nything i want.. there aint anything i wanna let go...

I JUST WANNA BE ME WHERE EVER I SHALL BE..... " from tassu...

I dont know.. how much has life let her be herself.... last thing i know about her is that she's born a li'l angel and that , she's left with putting everything and everybody before she even thinks of considering herself....

sometimes i wonder.... if the joy of giving is masked by sacrifice.. or is it only a fit of duty imbibed....